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Title: Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 05
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Naomi's hands shook as she fastened the pearl necklace her parents gave her for graduation. Even though she'd already been with Erik once, she was so nervous. The last time it had just happened, before she could think about it. As she pulled on her seamed stockings and straightened the small straps of her black dress, she was plagued by serious doubts.
What if she only felt more attached afterwards? Naomi was absolutely terrified to say good-bye to Erik for the last time. Still, she felt drawn to her teacher. She couldn't wait to be near him again. Her pussy twitched and her knees buckled as she remembered the scent and taste of him on her lips.
Naomi almost stumbled in her heels as she walked out to her car. She was lucky that her parents were out of town again and that she could have the entire night alone with Erik. As Naomi settled herself into the driver's seat, she took a few deep breaths.
"It's just Erik," Naomi chided herself. The young woman's thoughts lingered on Erik's body, and how strong his arms felt. She felt utterly helpless when he held her tightly against his chest. Naomi giggled in anticipation as she felt her panties dampen, and her stomach fluttered with nerves.
It took every ounce of determination to continue on as Naomi drove closer to Erik's house. She had no idea what to expect when she arrived, she only knew that Erik told her to be ready for a nice dinner when she had called three days earlier. Would he actually take her somewhere, in public? Or would they stay at his house? And most importantly, would Erik let her fuck him? Naomi shivered at the thought, not really knowing what she would do in any of those situations.
The truth was that Naomi was feeling almost as anxious now as she had during her first detention. Enough time had passed that she no longer felt consumed by her teacher whenever she thought of him or walked into his classroom, and she felt naughty for wanting this last "date."
'You asked for this,' the girl thought to herself as she pulled into Erik's driveway. Naomi took a moment to regain her composure. Then with poise and grace she approached her teacher's house for the last time.
The smell of dinner permeated Erik's house as he finished setting his dining room table in preparation for Naomi's arrival. It had been many weeks since she had last been over and it surprised him how anxious he was to see her. Erik had spent most of the afternoon preparing a fabulous meal and now that it was done he hurried upstairs to finish getting ready.
'Just relax, everything is going to be perfect,' he thought to himself. Erik had initially been concerned about this evening. He was worried that Naomi might become emotional and inconsolable when it was time for her to go. He had a real soft spot for his favorite student and when she started crying he found his resolve to be less than steel. His nervousness at the prospect of this goodbye dinner had faded substantially over the intervening months since their last encounter. It was replaced by that burning hunger young Naomi inspired in her creative writing teacher.
For weeks their only contact was at school in class. Erik had watched her everyday; laughing with her friends; sitting there in her desk listening innocently to his lectures; going about her life as if nothing had ever happened between them. It was driving him crazy! She looked so sexy in her stylish clothes. Erik found himself daydreaming of the contours of her body; remembering her tanned skin, concealed just below the surface of her clothes. As the weeks dragged on, Mr. Alberts' lust grew to the point where he felt consumed by it.
Naomi had called him three days ago to confirm that they were still on for dinner and had told him that her parents were out of town for the weekend. Erik had instructed her to prepare for a nice dinner and told her to come to his house without a moments pause. He couldn't wait to have her writhing beneath him again and the plus that her parents were out of town meant that he wouldn't have to worry about stopping until his lust was fully satisfied. He was so turned on by Naomi that he no longer cared about the emotional fallout that was sure to follow. He needed her and by night's end he would have her.
Naomi arrived on time in a classically sexy black dress and nervously rang Mr. Alberts' doorbell. When he opened the door he was struck by her beauty and he freely allowed his smoldering eyes to wander the length of her form before meeting her eyes and smiling. Naomi could see the unmasked desire on his face as he stepped back and gestured towards her. "Hello Naomi," he said, "Please, come in."
He led her directly to the table and immediately served dinner. As the two of them ate dinner they carried on a pleasant conversation. Naomi asked about his trip to Italy and Erik told her about his previous trip to Europe and described what it was like abroad. When they were finished, Erik led Naomi to his study with a bottle of wine telling her he could clear the table later. He poured her a small glass, not wanting her too drunk for the night's fun, and they sat close together on his comfortable couch and he asked her about college and her plans for the fall.
For the next fifteen minutes, Naomi talked about her plans for moving and how much she was both excited and scared at the same time. Suddenly, she noticed that Erik didn't seem to be listening to her anymore. His breathing was heavy and his eyes had this fiery look to them and he appeared to be just watching Naomi's lips move. When, distracted by the realization, she stumbled on her words and stuttered, Erik leaned in with a little groan and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Naomi was stunned and breathless at the force of the kiss. For a few moments her eyes remained open and wide as her teacher pressed his large body against her tiny form. As his arms circled her, her eyelids fluttered closed and she gave in to the sensations Erik's lips were causing throughout her body.
Erik pulled the girl into his embrace and his hands roamed up and down her back as his tongue penetrated her mouth. Naomi moaned as Erik's right hand slid down to her hip and squeezed. He broke their kiss and began licking and nibbling just beneath her jaw along her neck as she panted to catch her breath. His hands came together against her clavicles and spread apart. The light touch sent chills down her spine as he pulled the strap from her shoulders. His hands continued to pull the dress down her front as his lips trailed lower. He exposed her breasts to the open air and immediately began licking and sucking the globes while Naomi gasped and ran her fingers into his hair. She stuck her chest out and pulled his head close as her bottom began to grind into the couch. Her panties were soaked and Erik's urgency was driving her mad.
He twisted her body so her back was no longer supported by the couch and he leaned across her. She fell back prone with his weight on top of her and he brought his lips back to hers as he forced one of his thighs between her legs. Her dress rode up until his slacks were touching her soaked satin panties, grinding into her mound which elicited a sharp gasp from the young girl. She couldn't catch her breath and she could sense his animalistic need as he kissed her. His hands roamed everywhere, pinching her nipples before sliding between their bodies and teasing her clit through her panties.
Erik suddenly lifted himself off her and she felt strangely light with his weight gone. With a growl he slid down her body and spread her thighs wide. His mouth replaced his thigh and he pulled her panties aside before pressing his face against her wet, hairless pussy. Naomi moaned loudly as Erik's tongue entered her. His strong hands held her hips and pinned them against his face and her own hands came up to pull at her nipples. She ground her pelvic bone against his nose as squirmed as he used his tongue like a small red penis. Her stocking covered thighs captured his head as he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
"Oh YES!" she shouted. "It feels so good Mr. Alberts! Don't stop, please god don't stop"
If Erik heard her or even understood her, he gave no indication. He was possessed. He was consumed by his desire for this girl. She tasted better than anything he had ever had in his mouth. He licked and slurped as if he was dying of thirst. He gently nibbled on her clit and was thrilled when her hips jumped off the couch and into his face. Her orgasm surprised them both. She let out a loud yell as every muscle in her body went rigid. Her hands pulled his face tightly against her. His nose was pressed against her hairless mound and his chin was pressing into her opening. Erik couldn't breath with her thighs closed around his head but he made no move to get up. He just kept licking up the flood of juices she suddenly poured forth. After a few moments she collapsed into the soft sofa. Her eyes were closed; the wonderful dress was pulled below her breasts and bunched at her waste. Her panties remained off to one side of her swollen, glistening lips. Erik rose up and began unzipping his pants. He pulled out his hard cock and leaned over the panting girl. Her eyes flew open as she felt the soft head of his penis against her lips. She saw him towering over her, his face twisted with need and covered in her juices. She opened her mouth wide and took him inside as he let out a low moan.
His hips began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue worked all around his shaft as he fucked her face. He was grunting with each thrust, pushing deep into her mouth. A couple of times he struck the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but she was so swept away by his passion that she didn't care. She was overwhelmed by desire and all she cared about was getting him off; feeling his cum splashing the back of her throat. She began moaning against his cock and she twisted her body so she could run her hands along his thighs and ass. She worked his pants and underwear down his legs and began dragging her fingernails along his skin. That did the trick.
"Aaagghh!" he shouted as his cock jerked in her mouth. Moments later she was practically choking as her mouth was filled with his salty fluid. She gurgled happily and rapidly swallowed without losing a drop. She pulled her head back and captured the head between her lips, gently sucking which caused his knees to shake and then buckle completely. He let himself fall all the way to the floor in front of her and caught his breath.
Naomi giggled and said, "Wow, that was kinda hot."
Panting, Erik looked at her with a slight grin and said, "Just you wait."
He stood up and stepped free of his pants, then scooped her up and carried her upstairs taking the steps two at a time. Naomi squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved the way he carried her as if she weighed nothing and being tucked against his strong chest made her feel safe. When they reached his bedroom, Erik tossed Naomi onto his black satin sheets. The girl landed with a sharp cry of surprise and bounced several times while Erik peeled out of the rest of his clothes. Erik's shirt was still in the air when he stepped to the bed, grabbed Naomi by an ankle and pulled her across the sheets until her ass was almost off the bed.
His eyes shown with an animal need as he yanked her panties down her legs. Erik lifted her with one arm under her lower back and pulled the tight dress over her head before tossing it into the darkness of a corner. Unceremoniously, he released her torso and let her fall back onto the bed as he grabbed her legs.
Erik had never been so rough with her in their previous encounters, but rather than be scared by the behavior, Naomi found herself incredibly wet. She could almost taste his need! She couldn't help but be swept away by it.
Erik took hold of both of her shapely calves and pushed them backwards, extending her tanned legs straight over the top of her body above her breasts. Her hips and ass rolled upward, pointing toward the hard tool that loomed mere inches above. Without using his hands, Erik managed to find Naomi's wet opening and in one hard thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside her.
"UUNNNGGGGHHHH!" she grunted in mixed shock and pain as he bottomed out in her tight hole. She had never had anything this deep inside her before and was completely unprepared for the savage way he was attacking her inexperienced pussy. Erik pulled out of her almost all the way before ramming back into her, setting up a fast and powerful rhythm. He fucked down into her body with abandon while holding her legs back.
"OH! Oh god!" Naomi moaned as the sensation of being ravaged became more and more pleasurable. "Oh yes, Sir! Oh it feels so good. Don't stop. Don't stop fucking me!!"
If Erik heard or understood her he gave no indication. His whole body was covered in sweat from the exertion. He was no longer aware of his surroundings. His whole mind seemed to have shut down. His focus had narrowed so that the only thing he knew was the feeling of Naomi's hot, tight pussy clamping down around his cock as it jack hammered inside her. Her moans fell on deaf ears as he frantically rammed himself as deep as humanly possible before retreating to the limits of his length and penetrating her again.
Time lost all meaning to the both of them as he tirelessly fucked his gorgeous former student. When Naomi's orgasm took her, it came with such force that her back arched up off the bed and stars exploded behind her eyes. Her fingernails tore holes in his bed sheets and she screamed in ecstasy.
"Oh oh OH! AAAAHHHHH!!!" Naomi yelled! "Oh please YES!!" Her throat was hoarse from the force of her scream.
Her loud cry was enough to snap Erik back to his senses and he slowed to a stop inside her. He let go of her legs and they fell limply to the bed. Naomi lay beneath him, her hips still gyrating slowly and a satisfied smile on her pretty lips. Her eyes remained closed until she felt Erik's still hard cock pull completely free of her tunnel. She opened her mouth to protest when she saw him gesture to his wet pole. She knew instantly what he wanted and she sat up with a playful smile and took hold of his erection at the base.
"I will suck on it for you, Mr. Alberts," Naomi began in her best little girl voice, "but I want you inside me again. Please don't cum in my mouth, Sir! I need you to fuck me again." And with a wink she took him all the way to the back of her throat. She loved the taste of her orgasm mingled with his own precum and sweat. She greedily cleaned every inch of his cock. Naomi was so carried away that she was startled when Erik suddenly pulled her sharply away from his twitching dick. The head was swollen and the whole thing was jumping around on its own. She realized that he was about to cum and fully expected to be blasted by sticky white ropes in mere moments, but none came.
Erik's brow was crinkled in concentration and every muscle in his body was tense as he fought off the impending orgasm. After a few moments he had regained control of himself and was able to let out a shaky breath before opening his eyes and looking down at Naomi, who from the looks of it was thoroughly amused watching him.
Erik couldn't help but grin at her as he slid into bed. He pulled her naked body against his and began kissing her. The two lovers lay together, their sweat coated bodies sliding together as they passionately kissed. Every inch of their skin was electrified as they squirmed in each other's embrace. Erik rolled on top of her and her tiny hand guided his penis back into her depths. She sighed into his mouth as he eased into her again.
This time was slower and much more intimate. Her nipples were hard points against his chest as they found a rhythm together. He slid in and out of her tight pussy while her hips rose to meet his thrusts. They were both moaning from the back of their throats as their kiss continued.
More and more, their passion built as they continued to enjoy each other's bodies. The pleasure was intense; their breathing was labored as she wrapped her toned legs around his waist. Erik broke their kiss and began exploring her neck with his teeth and lips.
"Oh yes, Erik!" she moaned, "Oh it all feels so good. You are going to make me cum again. I'm so close."
Erik was close too and with a disappointed grunt he began backing his cock out of her furnace, but she tightened her thighs around him so that he couldn't pull out. "Naomi, what are you doing, I'm going to cum!"
"Inside me!" she panted, "I'm on the pill. Please! I want to feel it inside!" Her fingernails dug into his ass like spurs and he slid back inside her. It was all too much for Erik and he ground his pelvic bone tightly against her clit as he cried out with his own orgasm
"Oh fuck, Naomi!! ArrrrggGGGHHHH!" he shouted. His cock began twitching like a machine gun. Cum splashed inside Naomi over and over again. As soon as she felt the wet warmth of him exploding inside her it triggered her third orgasm of the night. She moaned in ecstasy as they came together.
The two lovers lay there, his softening penis still inside her as they caught their breath and held each other. | literotica |
Title: Hubby & Jim Ch. 02
Tags: picture john, john picture, home kind, men sue, reaction john, sue talk, thinking jill, jill home, love end, running door
**Chapter 2: Dealing with the Aftermath**
After John and I had our little talk I felt relieved but I still had a lot of questions I would like to have answered. This is when I decided to try and talk with Sue. After all she has been dealing with this subject matter for a long time.
I called Sue on the phone too asked, "If I could come over and talk with her, so I could get a female point of view on something." She, 'sure come right over."
When I arrived at Jim and Sue's house, Sue met me at the door and we went into the kitchen to talk over a cup of coffee. I looked across the table and just asked. Can I ask, "How you discovered Jim likes to play with guys? How has it affected your relationship with him?"
She looked a little puzzled and then she thought for a minute and said, "Jim and I started off as just friends seeing each other socially at a breakfast club group in L.A. From there we started to have lunch together once or twice a week and then we started to go out for dinner and a movie on the weekends. It was just a matter of two friends being with each other. As time progressed I began to have more of an attachment for him and he began to have the same for me. It was when he realized how he felt about me we had this talk. It was over dinner one weekend. When we met at the restaurant I could tell there was something really serious on his mind and I just thought oh no here it comes, the l like you a lot but lets just be friends speech. I was bracing myself for the worst when he said, 'there is something you need to know before we go any further." Then I thought, oh god you're married. He continued and said, "I would understand if you don't see me after tonight. You should know I like to play with guys from time to time." Silently in my head I said to myself, "Oh shit it's worse he's gay and I'm in love with him."
I looked at Sue and said, "You must have been really devastated when he told you that. What did you do? Didn't you feel like getting up and leaving right then and there?"
Sue replied. "I did I felt totally humiliated I wanted to get up and run out of the restaurant. Instead I started to ask him questions about his interest in men. The conversation continued after we left the restaurant and after we went to the movie. It was at that time that we both came to realize the extent of the feelings we had for each other. It was during this conversation that I brought up my best friend and to my surprise he had an easier time understanding my feelings toward her than I did his feelings toward men."
I could see it was difficult for Sue to talk about their relationship in such an intimate detail. So I reached across the table and touched her hand in a reassuring manner as if to say you have a friend who understands.
Then I asked, "How has it affected your relationship with him?"
Sue looked down at her coffee cup and wrinkled her forehead then looked back up and said, "I really don't know how this has affected our relationship because to me it has always been apart of it. There have been other issues with me that took quite a bit of work to get used to. Do you know how hard it is to get used to living with a guy who doesn't hit you, when he gets mad? I was always walking on egg shells around him or any other man for a long time. Money was another issue that we both had to work on. It seemed neither one of us trusted the other and that caused a lot of arguments in the beginning. Besides after the relationship got serious he never met up with anyone while we were in L.A."
'didn't that seem strange to you," I asked?
Sue replied, "It did at first and I asked him about that. He just said that he didn't find anyone interesting in L.A. It was then he told me about his friend back home and the kind of relationship they had. He had been very lonely since moving to L.A. and he missed his friend a lot. That statement really answered a lot of questions for me in that he was always a little bit of a downer person never looking at the bright side when he was in L.A. I thought of my friend and how she made me feel. It was then I understood how he feels about men."
"What kind of relationship did he have with his friend?" I asked. Sue looked at me as if to say where are you going with this and then she replied, "Jim told me they had known each other for a long time before they both got married it was during that time they discovered they liked to enjoy each others bodies. The physical activity between them stopped after they both got married. They continued their friendship. It was a very deep and close personal type. One was always there for the other without question. The way he talked you would think one would walk through fire for the other if you could believe that."
'that would explain what happened at the fire," I said.
"What fire," Sue asked.
"Jim never told you about the fire?" I asked.
"NO," she said, 'tell me about it."
"Oh God," I replied, "If John found out I told you this he would kill me, but here it goes. Jim's first wife developed some problems with drugs and drinking while they were married and one day Jim had to work late. John and I were home in the kitchen and our kids were the living room watching television before dinner. Jim came running through the door frantically screaming, I need to call the fire department my house is on fire. John grabbed Jim and asked, Where are the kids? Jim was stunned for a second but didn't answer and John shook him shouting, Where are your kids, Jim looked up in shock and said, "Oh my god I don't know. Then he took off running out the door toward his house. John took off after Jim and I started chasing both of them yelling, "Where are you going? When I got outside, I screamed in shock as I watched my husband run into a burning house after his best friend. It seemed like I waited outside watching the flames and smoke for eternity. I was looking for any sign of my husband and Jim to come out. When the fire department arrived, I saw my husband carrying Jim's two kids on his shoulders while he was dragging Jim out by his shirt collar. A reporter for the local paper was there and took a picture of John as he was coming through the doorway. When the picture of John carrying Jim and his two kids out of the burning house was printed the next day in the local paper, John was really embarrassed. Shortly after that Jim and his ex divorced and Jim moved out to California."
"Oh my god that would explain the scars on Jim's back," Sue gasped. Sue then said, "I asked him how he got them and he just evaded the question. I just thought whatever it was, it was too traumatic to talk about."
Sue then asked me, "What is this all about? Is there something I should know?"
I asked Sue, "If she knew who Jim was seeing now?"
She said, "yes."
I then asked her point blank, "Is it my husband?"
She then turned white and hesitated not really knowing what to say, then she asked, "Why would you ask such a question?"
"Because I caught them day before yesterday," I replied.
Sue sat there in silence not moving, she looked like she didn't know what to do or say at this moment. She picked up her coffee cup slowly and took a drink out of it and looking down she placed it back on the table without looking up she said, "What are you going to do?"
I looked down at the table stirring my coffee with a spoon and said, "I don't know, I know I love John with all my heart and I don't want to leave him. I don't know how this is going to affect our relationship. He says he's not gay but I don't even know what that means any more. I just don't want to do anything right now."
Sue had a look of sympathy when she said, "I know this has been going on for quite awhile between the two of them. I can really tell you it surprised me when I first found out. After I talked with Jim and John, I realized I didn't have anything to worry about. I know that John loves you, and practically worships the ground you walk on. I also know how Jim feels about me. I also like the idea that Jim has someone in his life that can full fill the needs of a man that a woman can't, not just sexual needs but the need for male companionship and male activities. As I see it, your place in John's life has not changed."
"You mean he doesn't love me any less?" I asked
Sue reached across the table and took hold of my hand gently squeezing it in a reassuring way saying, "I know it sounds strange and almost impossible. Once he realizes, you accept him for what he is. He will come to love and appreciate you more than ever."
Sue then stood up and walked around the table and hugged me and said, 'don't worry about this Jill everything will work out, your husband does love you. In the end you will find out nothing has changed in your relationship with him."
Then she sat down in the chair next to me and put her hand on my arm looked at me strait in the eye and asked, "Can you tell me what they were doing when you caught them?"
'do you really want to know?" I asked her.
She looked at me and gave me one of those devilish grins, and then she squeezed my arm and said, "Of course."
"You won't be mad at Jim if I tell you?" I asked
Sue said, "No, like I said before I know about his activities and it is ok with me. I would just like to know."
"OK," I said, 'that day I came back from the store and did some stuff in the kitchen when I was through there I went to the bedroom to take some clothes down to the washer. So I could get a start on the laundry. As I walked past the living room I looked in on Jim and John to see if they wanted anything from the kitchen. As soon as I looked through the doorway, I saw your husband, Jim on his knees sucking my husband off. I just could not believe the enthusiasm. It was almost like it was some kind of an athletic event. He kept going at it until my husband had one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever seen. Your husband stayed down on him though and swallowed everything my husband gave him without gagging. Then what happened next really surprised me. I saw my husband willingly get on his knees and pull Jim's shorts down and start licking and fondling your husband's cock till it was fully erect. Then he started sucking Jim off with the same enthusiasm that your Jim had given him. Then I saw your husband start to orgasm and shoot his come in my husband's mouth and he swallowed every last drop."
After I told Sue this I felt relieved at least now it was all in the open and I no longer felt alone and ashamed.
Sue looked at me and smiled. Then she put both hands on my arm and asked, "What did you think of it?"
Embarrassed I looked down at the table and said, "At first I was in shock I really didn't know what to think but at the same time it really stirred something deep inside of me. Something that I thought was long gone."
"What was that?" she said.
"A really hot and horny feeling, god I was so wet I could not believe it. I even had to go and change my panties. I have not felt that way in a very long time," I replied.
"How did that make you feel?" she said.
I started to feel warm, and I could tell my face was turning red from embarrassment. Sue then gently squeezed my hand in a reassuring way. Then I replied, "Relieved this is all in the open. I feel like a great weight has been lifted off of me. What really surprised me the most? I had no idea how something like this would make me feel. I mean the idea of my husband being with another man, I found so erotic. I have even begun to wonder what it would be like to have a special friend like John has in Jim.
I then smiled and looked at Sue and asked, "Can you tell me about your friend in California?"
She looked at me then she blushed and looked down at the table and said, "I don't know how I could have gotten along without her. We had known each other for a long time. It seemed we had the same bad taste in men. We were always there for each other when our relationships turned bad and it always seemed like they did. After a short while, our physical attraction for each other just seemed to slowly grow until one day it seemed like the natural thing to do. She is one of the few women I know that is smart, funny and she seems to ooze a sexual sensuality about her. It seems no matter what she wears she looks sexy."
I looked at Sue for a second then I said, "Well I guess you wouldn't be interested in a fat old broad who is turning gray like me then."
Sue looked at me and smiled then she said, "You remind me a lot of her at times. You even look a lot like her, so much so, at times you could have been sisters. I owe her a lot. She is the one who really encouraged me to see Jim. He was not the kind of guy I normally went out with. After I met him, I just kept thinking nobody is this good, it all has to be an act. It was not until later that I found out otherwise about him."
"How did that happen?" I asked.
'that's along story," she said.
"I have the time," I said smiling at her.
"You really want to know?" she asked.
"Yes." I replied.
Sue looked directly at me and said, "Ok." Then she said, "After I started seeing Jim she had met one guy who was a really terrible asshole. Seemed like everyone knew it from the beginning except her. After a short while she and her kids ended up moving in with him and from the start he started to drink, do drugs and beat on her. One day his anger and frustration turned toward her oldest son who was 11 at the time. He started to beat on him and Joan tried to intervene but he started to wail on her. After he passed out from the drugs she and her two kids snuck out to my apartment. Jim was in shock when he saw what he did to her and her oldest son. A couple of days later he showed up on my door step all sorry and apologetic begging her to come back. She was still in a lot of pain from the beating from a couple of days before, and told him they were through. He then got really angry and started to hit her in front of Jim, our kids, and myself. I tried to intervene but then his anger turned toward me and he started to hit me as well. Jim stepped forward and moved me out of the way and drew his right fist back and hit him square in the face breaking his jaw and knocking him out. Jim called the police and had him arrested and charged with assault and battery against me and Joan. The next day Jim had us both file restraining orders against him. Jim told him if he ever broke those restraining orders he would be dealing with him, not the law. It was then I understood how Jim felt about me, while at the same time I came to understand just how much I love him and how my life would really suck without him."
I looked at her smiling saying, "It must be tough being married to a super hero?"
Sue kind of laughed and said, "You should know. You have more experience with that than I."
"I find that hard to believe," I replied.
"You have no idea how John thinks of you, do you?" Sue asked.
"I know what he says. It is just too hard for me to believe," I replied.
Sue looked at me then she asked, "Why is that?"
I thought for a moment then I said, "One day we were doing some spring cleaning around the house and I found our old wedding pictures. Looking at those pictures really depressed me. I was so young, thin, pretty and vibrant. So I threw them in the waste basket to be taken out. He looked at me and said, What are you doing? I said to him, I'm just throwing these pictures away like it was no big deal. He then said in a serious tone of voice, No you're not. Then he grabbed the pictures out of the waste basket and took them to his office where he put them away and told me to leave them alone. I then asked him, Why do you want to keep them? He said, Whenever I think of you, these pictures come into my mind. Now do you understand why that is so hard to believe?" I asked Sue.
'that is so sweet," Sue said, 'do you know how many women wished their husbands felt that way about them after 20 years of marriage?"
I didn't know what to say I just looked at Sue. Then she asked, "What do you see whenever you think about John?"
I blushed again then I said, "You know that picture of John at the fire I told you about?"
"Yes," she said.
'that is how I see my husband, so brave, so strong, and so selfless," I replied.
"I would love to see that picture. Can you show it to me some time?" Sue asked.
"Why don't we go over to my house and take a look at it?" I asked Sue.
Sue said, 'sure I'll go and get Jim to see if he would like to look at it to."
In a couple of minutes Sue returned from the kitchen with Jim and we headed back to my house to look at the picture.
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Jill had only been out of the house a few minutes when John was deciding what chores to start with. It seemed that the list never got any shorter. He went back to their bedroom to put on some work clothes. He had put on an old pair of jeans, a tee shirt and one sock when he was thinking about what he and Jill talked about last night. It was then it finally sunk in, the thought she finally knew about him and Jim.
He had been dreading this day his whole adult life. Now she knows his deepest secret. He knows what she said last night, can he believe her. In his heart of hearts deep down the answer was no. His whole life he had only known one truth. That truth is, women don't like men who have sex with other men. Now his wife knew and he knew that would be the end of their relationship. He just sat on the bed partially dressed wondering what he should do now. Everything has changed. The one thing he prized most in his life would soon be gone. He couldn't help himself, he was swirling out of control down a bottomless pit and now his life didn't seem worth anything. In John's mind his wife could no longer respect him, let alone love him. She was going to leave him because of the one truth he had always known. He kept thinking over and over Jill was going to leave him. The thought would not leave his head. Frozen like a scared animal he stayed on their bed till he could no longer hold it in. He started to sob uncontrollably on their bed. For once in his life he wished he could go back and change everything, including changing himself. The more he thought about that, the more he cried. The more he cried the worse he felt. He just wished it would go away, but it would not. He knew he really screwed up and the blame was all his. He didn't know how he could deal with the consequences. So he just cried some more. Then he started thinking and he thought if Jill was going to leave him they should at least talk. He wanted to apologize to her and let her know he did not intend to hurt her and that he was really sorry for what he did. He knew this would not stop her from leaving him but at least he would have the opportunity to apologize and tell her he would always love her. Even though she has lost her love for him. Then he just started crying some more not being able to move off the bed.
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Jill, Sue and Jim entered Jill and John's house and went directly to Jill's home office. Jill pointed at the picture that hung on the wall opposite of her desk and said, "Here it is." Sue let out a gasped when she looked at the picture and then she looked at her husband.
Jim then said he didn't realize any copies of this picture still existed. Then Sue said, "I know what you mean now Jill." Then she continued with, "Wow who couldn't help but be in love with some on like that?"
Jill then heard a noise from her and John's bed room and she excused her self from Sue and Jim's company. She entered the bedroom and saw her husband John sitting on her bed sobbing. She walked over to the bed and sat next to her husband. Jill then put her arm around her husband and asked, "Honey what's wrong?"
John looked up and opened his mouth, but no words came out. Then his head fell back into his hands and he just sobbed some more. Jill started to rub his back in a comforting manner and softly said, "Come on honey it can't be that bad, you can tell me."
John looked up, he tried to speak. It was too difficult for him. Then he tried again, it seemed it took all of his physical and mental strength to get the first words out of his mouth and then he said, "You know, oh god you know. I am so, so, so sorry I never intended to hurt you. Now you know and now your going to leave me. It's all my fault you're going to leave and I'm so sorry. Please, please, forgive me. I never intended to hurt you. Please, please forgive me."
Jill looked at her husband and hugged him then she said, "Honey can you tell me what on earth your talking about?"
John started to sob again, he put his head in his hands not being able to look at his wife. Through the sobs he said, "You know about Jim and I. You know we like to have sex. Im so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you and now your going to leave me."
Jill held her husband in her arms and said, "Who said Im leaving you?"
John started to sob again then he said through his sobs, "Because you know about John and me. The one big truth in the world is women don't like bi men. They always leave when they find out their husband is bi."
Jill knelt down and hugged John then said' 'there is something you need to understand. Just wait right here for a minute and I'll be right back." She then left the bedroom to get their old wedding picture album from John's office. Jill then went to her office and took the picture of John saving his friend and his kids from the house fire off of the wall. She returned to the bedroom. Holding the two items in her hand, Jill looked at John and said, "You have told me many times the way you see me is how I look in the pictures in our wedding album. The last few years I always thought that was ridiculous. Im over forty, fat and turning grey, yet you still say I look young vibrant and sexy. It has only been recently that I realized that you have been telling me the truth. I have also realized why you feel that way about me. It is because you love me as much as I love you. I think you should know how I see you in my minds eye." Then she showed John the picture from her office.
John looked at the picture and said, "I don't get it, what is this suppose to mean."
"Just look at the picture, you see a man who is strong courageous, heroic, and who is willing to sacrifice himself for the ones he loves. Every woman dreams of being with a man like that and I married one," Jill said.
John said, "I think you're seeing too much in the picture."
"Your being too modest, besides don't you get it? You're the father of our children, my husband, my lover, my hero, and my champion," Jill said.
Jill Reached down and took hold of John's face with both hands and said, "Jonathon William Hanson you better understand, if this marriage is going to end it is not going to because of me."
Then she knelt down and kissed him. Jill then said, "We have guests to entertain. We can talk about this more, later, if you like. I do have one request though."
"What is that?" Johns asked.
"You let me watch the two of you some time" I said.
"You really liked it that much?" John asked.
"Oh God yes that was so hot. I had no idea something like that would appeal to me so much," Jill said.
"Ok I'll see what I can do. I'll talk to Jim about it," John said.
The two of them went back to Jill's home office to rehang the picture. Jim and Sue were still there talking.
Jim looked at John and said, "Is everything ok?"
"I think so, Jill just found out about us," John said.
"I know, Sue just told me." Jim said.
"When did you two start doing this?" Jill asked.
The two men just stood there looking at each other. Then Jim said, "Well, I guess you could say when we were kids. We sort of stopped after we got married."
"Actually," John said, "When Jim moved out to California we were talking and Jim told me he was having a hard time meeting anyone new. He told me that it seemed all he had was his job and as the kids got older it seemed they didn't need him around the house."
'that's an understatement," Jim said, 'do you know how it feels when your 12-year-old daughter is hitting on the supermarket lady for you? God how much more embarrassing can it get? During this time John and I would write letters and talk on the phone. One day I just said with this shitty luck Im having meeting people, I just as well turn gay. John told me if that is what I wanted he and Jill would still be my friend. Besides it would not be like it's something I have not done already."
"We both knew you were having a tough time out there and you were always in our prayers," Jill said.
"Well I met a few guys and it was ok." Jim said, "John and I talked about the experiences I was having with men. He seemed to show a lot of interest and he was very supportive. I just wanted more than one night stands for the rest of my life. Then I met Sue, it was John who advised that I should come out to her so to speak. God I was so scared that day, I would have bet she would have called it off and not ever want to see me anymore. In the end though I see it was the right thing to do."
"Let's go into the living room and get comfortable so we can discuss this some more," Jill said.
They went into the living room and sat down. Jill and Sue went into the kitchen to get everyone something to drink and fix a snack tray. Jim looked at John and asked, "Where is this going?"
"I don't know?" John said, "I think Jill is still trying to understand what has been going on and how it is going to affect our relationship. She also said she wants to watch us."
"You believe her?" Jim asked.
"I think so, to be honest Im having more trouble believing her reaction," John said.
"I know it took awhile for me to believe that Sue was so accepting that I was bi," Jim said, "What are you going to do now?"
"I don't know." John replied, "You should know she really wants to watch us some time."
"No Kidding, you think she likes it as much as Sue?" Jim asked.
"I don't know probably more," John said.
"Would you want your wife to watch you do this?" Jim asked.
"You know she has already seen us?" John said
"No, Sue didn't enlighten me on that part. Im really sorry we should have been more careful," Jim said.
"You think Sue would mind Jill watching us?" John asked.
"Probably not it depends how we work it out. She and I don't have any secrets, it's just simpler that way," Jim said.
"I'm afraid the only secret I had with Jill is out of the bag now. Im just glad she is not totally pissed off by it," John said.
"I hear that, the question is how do we go about doing it?" Jim asked.
"Maybe we should let them decide when they want to watch." John said.
"What if they want to see us sucking each other today? Are you up for it?" Jim asked John.
"I think so, after all, its not like either of them haven't seen it before." John said.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "What do you think they're talking about while we are in here?" Jill asked Sue.
"I don't know probably, sports, golf or fishing you know how men are," Sue said.
"You think there would be any chance we could get them to perform for us today?" Jill asked.
"We could ask but they're kind of funny about this kind of thing I have been trying to figure them out ever since I found out. To be honest I really don't know any more now than when I first found out," Sue said.
They took the drinks and snack food into the living room and sat down and asked the men what they were talking about. Both men said, "nothing in particular."
Sue handed out the glasses of ice tea while Jill sat down. Jill asked, "How did you two start this little activity and how long has it been going on?"
Both men just sat their in silence then Sue said, "Come on now it's not that hard of a question."
John looked at Jill then at Sue and said, "It happened about nine months after Jim and Sue moved back from L.A. We were out playing golf one Saturday. When we play golf we would make a token bet on the game. Up until then it was usually a cold beer after we finished the first nine holes. Today was different when I asked him what we should bet he said let's make it interesting. I then asked how and he said loser blows the winner. Whoa I replied then asked if he was serious and he said yeah. Well I thought I didn't have anything to worry about as I'm usually better than him. I didn't think he would go through with it so I said ok let the game begin."
"Who won?" Jill asked.
'that's the funny part," Jim said, "After we made the bet we were both really bad. So bad in fact that after three holes they came out and asked us to leave."
'then what happened?" Sue asked.
"Well, on the way home we kind of playfully argued as to who actually one and it kept up till we got to your house. We went down to your rec room in the basement and turned on the tv while each of us was still trying to claim victory. Jm said he was still game if I was and I asked him if he was serious and he said hell yeah. One thing led to another and I got on my knees and sucked him off first then he did me. That's pretty much how all this started." John said.
"All that is so romantic," Jill sarcastically said.
"I know it almost brought tears to my eyes," Sue said laughingly.
"You see what happens when you open up to them John. They just stomp all over your emotions," Jim said laughing.
"Oh you poor babies, we are so sorry we hurt your feelings. Now when do we get a show," Jill said.
"When would you like it?" John said to his wife.
"How about right now? Let's see you two get naked. Is that ok with you Sue?" Jill said.
Sue smiled and said, "I'm all for it, get to it guys let's see some action."
"Why don't you two give Jim and I a minute to talk about it? You can wait in the kitchen while we discuss it."
"Ok but don't be too long," Sue said.
"What's there to talk about I thought we agreed to this?" Jim asked.
"I know, but I didn't want it to look too easy. Besides I thought I would screw with their minds for a minute," John said.
"What do you have in mind?" Jim said.
"Let's tell them we will do it, only if they take their clothes off before we start," John said.
"Is that all?" Jim asked, "I know Sue won't have a problem with it."
"I didn't think so, I just wanted to screw with Jill a little bit and see what her reaction would be," John said.
"Ok, she's your wife you will be the one who has to suffer the consequences. If this back fires," Jim said.
"I don't think much will come of it," John said.
"Let's call them back in here and give them the news then," Jim said.
"We're done talking you can come back in now," John yelled towards the kitchen.
The two women returned from the kitchen and Sue looked at Jim and John and said, "Ok, what's the verdict?"
John looked at her and his wife and said, "We'll do it now, only if you both take your clothes off before we start."
Jill looked at her husband and glared. She knew what he was doing and couldn't believe he would have the nerve. She then looked over at Sue to see what her reaction would be.
Sue said, "I'm game if you are, I don't want them to get out of it this easy anyway."
Without saying a word Jill removed first her top then her jeans, bra, and panties. Then she looked over at Sue who was just removing her panties. She then walked over to John and said, "What are you waiting for? We've done our part, now get to it."
John and Jim both removed their shorts and tee shirts. John walked over to Jim and looked over at Jill and said, "Are you sure you really want to watch this?"
Jill walked over to John and hugged him then she kissed him and said, "Yes, but only if you really want to do it with him."
John got on his knees in front of Jim who was sitting on the couch. He then looked up at Jill and said, "Come down here with me honey so you can get a real close view."
Jill got on her knees next to John. Then John knelt forward opened his mouth and stuck his best friends cock in his mouth and started to suck and work it over with his tongue. "Oh God that is so hot," Jill said.
John started to suck harder going up and down on his friends cock faster. Then he started to massage his prostate gland. He paused for a minute taking Jim's cock out of his mouth to admire how big and hard he had gotten him.
"Wow, look at what you have done to Jim. He is so exited." Jill said.
John went back to work on his friend's cock sucking it even harder bobbing his head up and down on the shaft even quicker this time. Jim grabbed hold of John's head and started to pump his dick in and out of his mouth. John could feel his friends cock get harder and swell up in size he could tell he was about ready to come.
"Make him come honey, make him come in your mouth and swallow it," Jill said.
Jim's whole body stiffened up and he thrust into his friends mouth one last time and started to fill it up with his cum. John kept on sucking his friend till he went soft, He then took his friends cock from his mouth and looked over at Jill. She put both hands on his cheeks and pulled him to her and kissed him. She stuck her tongue in his mouth tasting his mouthful of cum. Sucking half of it out of his mouth and swallowing. She then looked Jim directly in the eye and said, "I love you honey, I love all of you."
*The End* | literotica |
Title: 4620 Main Street
Tags: old friends, big, k, one one one
4620 Main Street, on the corner of Carolina Avenue. Somehow that address has figured large in my life for nearly twenty years now. Things always seemed to just "happen" there, good and bad.
These days it's a Starbucks coffee shop but in my teenage years it was "Carlo's Ice Cream and Soda". Back then, we used to hang out at Carlo's, share blissful hours listening to the old jukebox and flirting with all the local boys. Hanging out there after school and at weekends we learned about life, dreamed of escaping our small town, made friends over Cokes and lost friends when we heard they'd driven their father's Buick into the river. It was there I met my first lover, my first husband and it was there, much more recently, that... well, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Old habits die far too hard and even today, on any given Saturday, I spend an hour or two at 4620 Main Street, sharing a coffee and all the latest small town gossip with my best friend of twenty years, Shanie. That particular Saturday we were earlier than normal, Shanie had an optometrist's appointment and we planned to have our coffee before heading off to pick out some new frames for her.
That evening Shanie planned to take time away from her young family and join me at a concert by one of our very own local boys made good; John Porter. John, or Johnny as we knew him, was born and raised in the next town, went to school with lots of us, made it to California and found success with his band. Most of us around here knew members of John's band, hell I even dated his drummer, a long time ago. These days John still manages to hit the lower end of the Billboard charts with his CD releases, still tours all over the country, and still lives a Hollywood lifestyle.
It had been a long time since he played his hometown, and a lot of us, especially those around my age who had known and gone to high school with John and his band, were looking forward to the concert.
"So, your date with Ed wasn't a success then?" Shanie returned to our table and set my second latte in front of me. She immediately set about sipping her own cappuccino.
"Nope." I thought back to the previous evening and my quiet dinner with a colleague who I thought might be poised to be something more. Ed was a nice guy, but obviously shy and not ready to move on from his last girlfriend—I knew that, even if he didn't. Like most of my dates in the last few years I started out with hopes of passion and finished the evening relieved that it was over.
At thirty-three, fit and still with most of my looks intact, I craved companionship, intellectual stimulation and passionate lovemaking. Having been through one husband and sixteen lovers of various skill-levels and durations, I was running out of options in our small town. "I'm figuring all the decent men have moved away now." I wistfully stared into the froth on my drink. "Not much left out there that I haven't dated, loved or been stood-up by."
"I'm sure there's someone out there doesn't fall into that category." Shanie tried to be positive.
"But they'd probably fall through the door drunk every night."
"Thank goodness I've got Frank," Shanie started down a familiar monologue about how her husband was always ready for her, was such a good lover and had the biggest cock in town. I always thought that, knowing Shanie's history, she was well-placed to judge. Self preservation had me switching off from the conversation at this point, a lack of sexual activity for over a year now had me wondering if I would ever know what a cock felt like inside me again, never mind finding a good man to share a good fuck with.
My eyes had started wandering around the coffee shop as Shanie continued to remind me of my unfulfilled desires. I didn't notice him at first, then my eyes caught up with the guy who'd come in and was heading to the counter and my brain insisted there was something familiar about him.
I watched as he slowly walked past the tables and sofas near the door and over towards the counter, where he stood back and read the menu board before stepping forward to make his order. I guess I knew instantly who he was, but tried to convince myself it wasn't him, not wanting to peel away the outer layer of my soul and open it up to the harsh stinging touch of a day long past and a deep regret.
"Spotted some fresh meat?" Shanie giggled to me as my eyes locked on the newcomer.
I gazed on just a few seconds longer before answering, "Nothing fresh there. That's Wayne Kelly."
Shanie's eyes flicked back to the figure waiting for his drink. "Oh... my... God. So it is."
As I continued to focus on Wayne my mind flashed back to another time, the same place and how close he came to becoming my first lover. We'd dated for two months, it was all good. I knew he was leaving to work as John Porter's drummer, but he swore he'd come back. We had a date on his last night in town and I'd decided to surprise him, give him all of me. That afternoon my dad took ill and I never made it to Carlo's, where we were to meet. Those were the days before cell phones and I basically stood Wayne up. We hadn't spoken since.
Wayne smiled to the barista as he took his drink and started to slowly retrace his steps to the door. He was almost past us and gone when I heard myself say out loud, "Aren't you even going to say hi?"
Wayne stopped and looked at me, too startled to take much in, but then his features softened as he recognized me through the years. "Claire?" He smiled now. "Shanie?"
Shanie stood up and hugged him while I sat coolly and shook the hand that he offered. "Wow, it's so cool to see you guys. It's been a long time. You look good, really good. All grown up, but looking good."
I felt Wayne's eyes run over my trim figure, pausing at my larger than ample chest. It felt good to be checked out after all this time, but there was no way I was going to give him the pleasure of knowing it. Shanie could bat her eyelids as much as she liked, I was going to be cool. I might have been the one who stood him up, but he could have made some effort to talk to me afterwards and find out what happened.
We chatted for a while, catching up and smiling at the old days. We were all getting on well and as the atmosphere lightened and I felt myself melt towards Wayne and remember the feelings I had for him all those years ago. Wayne was only around for one night, the tour moved on the following day and he was taking a short break from their sound check to look around his old town.
"Look, sorry, but I've really got to get back." Wayne stood up and I noticed his powerful arms and chest stretching the thin cotton shirt he wore. "Are you girls free tonight? Would you like to come to the show?"
I told him we already had tickets.
"Great. Look, why don't I leave a couple of backstage passes for you at the Will Call desk. After the show you can come to the dressing room and have a few drinks with us. It'd be good to catch up with you some more." It seemed a genuine offer, not just a line.
I watched his tight denim-clad ass as he left the coffee shop, but I'd obviously missed the real bulge in my eagerness not to appear eager.
"Did you see size of that?" Shanie giggled when the door was closed. "It was half-way down his thigh, might be the first one I've ever seen bigger than Frank's. He's either got a sock down there or you really missed out on him. God, I guess you never really know with rock stars, but that looked a pretty nice package to me."
I tried to cast my mind back to dating Wayne. I'd never seen nor felt his cock skin to skin, but I had rubbed him through his jeans once or twice. I remembered thinking he was hard as he pushed against me, but the size probably didn't register much back then, as inexperienced as I was.
Shanie continued to talk excitedly about going backstage with John Porter after the concert while I sipped at the last of my coffee, wistfully thinking about what might have been, and allowing myself to wonder if I might just get another chance.
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In the end I went backstage by myself, Shanie failing to get the okay from Frank to be out extra-late. When we first picked up the passes Wayne left for us I had resigned to not going at all, but through the concert, watching him pound out the band's rhythm with power, skill and sweat, I decided I wanted to chat awhile. I tried to tell myself I wasn't interested in finding out if Shanie was right about his cock, but I couldn't completely dismiss that possibility either.
I nervously showed my pass to the staff and found my way to the door of the dressing room. One final flash of the pass, and the security guy opened the door and let me in. Immediately I wished I'd gone home. The room was teeming with people, swarmed in groups around the band members, smoking, drinking and generally a lot younger than I was.
I took a few steps into the room, looked around and was just about to make a swift exit when I spotted Wayne. He was sitting on a table at the far end of the room, laughing with a group of people, mainly young girls, and handing out used drumsticks to fans as souvenirs. I watched for a moment as he held court, in his element and totally comfortable with himself. In that instant I saw the boy I'd known all those years ago, and wanted him very badly.
The instinct to run away started to go, but I stood there helplessly, feeling alone in a room full of people and, if the truth be told, also feeling old. Fortunately, Wayne spotted me, slid off his table and started to wards me with a broad smile.
"Hey." He stooped to peck me on the cheek and hold my arm with a comforting grip. "I'm glad you could make it. It was such a thrill to see you today. I didn't want to leave again without spending some time with you. And man, you look so good."
He ushered me over to a table and offered me a drink from a generous spread. I took a plastic cup of wine from him and followed him away from the makeshift bar. Wayne led me to an unoccupied two-seater sofa at the far end of the room and stood by while I sat down. Then he joined me, letting his thigh rub tight against mine.
"So, you ever going to tell me why you stood me up that night?" He smiled as I squirmed a little at his bluntness, however good-natured.
I sipped at my wine and told him the story of my father, how I'd tried to call him the following day, but he was gone and the rest was history. "Forgive me?" I asked with a slightly wistful air.
Wayne looked at me with sincere, deep blue and very familiar eyes. "Hey, the way I felt about you then, how could I not forgive you? I wish I'd come back looking for you a long time ago. Things kind of got out of hand a bit for the band after that, water went under the bridge faster than I ever thought, and I just kept thinking it was too late to come back for you." He took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I should be the one asking if you forgive me. Can you?"
I nodded, not wanting to take my eyes from his and the moment we were creating.
As we chatted and laughed away the missing years I took stock of Wayne, ten years on. He still had almost all of his thick black hair, his eyes brought back dates we'd had, parking out by old man Hilliard's orchard and the feeling of his tight thigh-stretched jeans pressing into my similarly-clad leg was starting to light a fire elsewhere in my jeans. His skin told of a few years, probably more than a few drinks and I'm sure more girls than I could imagine, but overall he'd worn well and pounding the drums every day had kept him fit.
As we swapped stories of the missing years I glanced occasionally to see if I could catch a glimpse of what Shanie had spotted, but failed miserably. More and more as we chatted I found the desire to find out growing in me.
After an hour the crowd started thinning and occasionally as someone left they would ask Wayne to add his autograph to a CD cover or a poster. Each time he did what he was asked, always smiling an apology to me as his attention diverted from me. "Anywhere we can go to chat a little more... if you'd like to of course?" he asked as he handed back a CD to one fan.
I laughed a little. "You know this town. Nothing much changes. There's a dance club, but it's too loud to talk there. Anyway, I'm hardly dressed for dancing." I indicated my Levis and silk shirt.
"Looks fine to me." Wayne smiled. "What about we get a coffee and walk a little while? I'd like to have another look around if you don't mind. And..." He stood up and offered me his hand. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather go back in time with."
We left the theatre through a back door, walked around and found a small coffee shop just as it was closing for the evening. Wayne joked with the girl and persuaded her to rustle us up a couple of large lattes. The next hour was a blur as we walked around some familiar streets discussing our childhood days. We felt close, as only very old friends and nearly-lovers can. When our coffee cups were discarded he took my hand and gently steered me across roads and down streets he remembered. I was a willing accomplice in recovering Wayne's memories and I was melting in his presence.
I made a few sly attempts to see if there was any evidence of what Shanie claimed to have seen, but either my angle was all wrong or she had been teasing me. Still, as we walked through the darkened early-morning streets I started to get the feeling that I might know for sure soon enough.
"Where are you staying?" I asked as we sauntered down a street from his past and my present.
He mentioned the only decent hotel in town, a ten-minute walk away. "Why?"
I tried to keep eye contact, but the moment lost me and I looked at a house to my left. "Because I live here and we could have another drink if you like."
Still holding my hand, Wayne started up the path to my front door and said, "Nice place."
I walked through the lounge and hallway, switching on but dimming the lights as I went. Wayne paused to look at my CD collection as I made it to the kitchen. I thought of asking if he preferred more coffee or some wine, but decided to go with the wine.
I was opening a bottle of Californian white when he came into the kitchen and asked. "If you're dad hadn't taken ill that night. We would have made love. Right?"
"Right." My voice quivered a little and the heat between my legs increased a little.
"Right." He paced around my small kitchen area. "I've always thought that. Always gnawed at me. Always wondered... you know.... what if."
"Same for me." I put the wine down on the counter and turned to face him, hoping he didn't notice the extra moisture in my eye but that he did notice the extra button I'd undone.
He walked forward and wrapped his arms around me. "You were very special to me. I needed to go, I needed the career it gave me, but I wanted you, you were the only regret I ever had."
"Regrets aren't good." I looked into his eyes and he leaned forward and kissed me.
His lips pecked all around my lips as his arms pulled me closer. Then, when I felt his chest against mine, his thighs against mine and his lips closing around mine, I opened my mouth and tasted him for the first time in way too many years.
More than anything it was his arms around me that dissolved me. For so long I'd only felt the touch of inexperienced local men and boys, now here I was in the arms of my teenage boyfriend who'd been around the world and come back home. I felt warm all over, let my hands wander over his back and down to pull his ass into me. My fingers slipped into his jeans' pockets, just the way they did when we dated all those years ago.
"I missed you so much for a long time." Wayne looked down at me and I saw a passion in his eyes that I'd not seen in a man for so long. "I wish I'd come back, but I just... God, I wish I'd come back."
"No matter," I smiled and pulled my hands up to start unbuttoning his shirt, "Things happen for a reason, you're here now, let's do something about all those regrets shall we?" I pulled him tight against him again and kissed him. This time I could feel that he was ready to do something about those regrets, and that Shanie was probably right after all.
I pulled open his shirt and ran my hands across his chest, feeling the muscles and watching his hairs spring back into place as they were released by my hand. I found a nipple and tweaked it, feeling him harden, not the way mine were hardening, but there was a change in shape there. His hands were all over my ass, pulling me up and into him, his fingers as far around as they could go, trying to reach the heat coming from my crotch. I kissed him again and let my hand wander down between us to the front of his jeans.
I almost broke our kiss and gasped when I found him. He had been down his jeans' leg and was now trying to erect from those confines. The result was a huge bulge that stretched down his leg. I grasped the bulge with my hand and squeezed. Wayne pulled hard between my legs from behind.
"My God," I breathed to him, "you feel huge."
He thrust his pelvis forward as he answered, "You feel great."
Without another word he lifted me off my feet and through to the lounge. There he laid me gently on the sofa, kneeled in front of me and kissed me softly as he started to pull at my T-shirt. I sat up and allowed him to pull the shirt over my head. Victoria's Secret had done me proud and my light blue bra contrasted nicely with my skin.
"I only ever touched them like this." Wayne reached out and ran his hand on the outside of the material, pushing my breasts back to me and bringing them ever more alive as his hand wandered. "I always wanted more. You always had the best chest in school."
As he reached behind me to unclasp my bra I started to unbuckle his belt, pulling at him urgently, needing to release that monster I knew was in there. He pulled my bra straps down over my arms but I continued to work at his jeans, only displaying my chest fully after I'd unzipped him and fished inside his pants for him. He was so big it was impossible to release him while he was kneeling so I asked him to stand while I pulled away his jeans and boxers.
He was enormous. I'd never had such a big cock at my disposal. He was at least eight and maybe nine inches long, with a girth that matched. The head was smooth and swollen, pulsing with his heartbeat as it tried to stretch further. As I ran my hand over his length I wondered at his hardness, the power of his cock and how straight it was. There was a slight bend in it that ensured extra pleasure when I got him inside me.
Wayne reached down and let his fingers play with my nipples and as he gripped them tighter and squeezed I reciprocated by squeezing his full balls. I couldn't take my eyes of his huge cock as I played with it and felt his hands caress my boobs. There was a raging fire in my pussy, but I couldn't resist one of my very favorite things, especially with such a magnificent tool.
I pulled Wayne towards me, forcing him to let go of my breasts but allowing me to ease his hard on into my cleavage and wrap my boobs around him. I looked up and saw a familiar smile beam down at me. "Your cock feels good there. How's it feel to you?" I pressed my boobs in towards him and eased up and down while I spoke, stroking him with the soft flesh, watching as at least three inches of cock came up and down in front of me. I'd done this before a few times and the most cock I ever saw coming up was a tip, or a head. He was so big I was able to incline my head down to him and lick the end of it as he stroked upwards. Each time I flicked it out he whispered, "Oh God" as I wrapped my slippery tongue around as much of him as I could.
Wayne stood before me, easing his cock between my breasts and breathing heavily. "Ever since we met this afternoon I've felt like a teenager again. Another minute or two of this and I'll be coming like a teenager. This is incredible. Oh God."
He inclined his head backwards and his cock came up through my cleavage again. "It's okay baby," I reassured him, "go ahead, come for me. We've waited long enough, come."
It was almost immediate. A couple of thrusts of his hips, and extra squeeze from me and that huge cock started jumping between my breasts and spitting long white streams of come over me. When the fifth and sixth spurts subsided and the last of his seed seeped out of him I looked up, come on my cheek and chin, and smiled at Wayne. He shivered as his body returned from the high of his climax.
"My, my, you do seem to come a lot Wayne." I let his cock ease out from between my breasts and wiped up his ejaculation with my hand. "I think if I'd seen that all those years ago I might've been shocked!" It sure put most of my previous lovers in perspective. There was nothing worse than giving your finest blowjob and some unappreciative guy dribbles out a little come for you. Wayne's spurting display was just reward for letting him fuck my tits.
"That was seventeen years of desire, right there." He grinned as he started to pull apart the buttons on my jeans.
"I know how that feels." I started to push my jeans off my hips for him, "seventeen years is a long time to wait for something."
Standing with my panties and jeans around my ankles, Wayne pulled me to him and drove his urgent tongue deep into my mouth. I felt one hand on my ass, clamping me to his semi-hard cock and the other coming back to keep my nipples fully aroused and stoking the boiler between my legs. I lifted a knee up to his side, the better to get my heated pussy next to his skin. I managed to press hard enough to get the tiniest rub of my swollen clit against his thigh, shooting waves of pleasure all around my body.
"Mind you," Wayne broke out embrace and started to ease me to the floor, "seventeen years ago I probably wouldn't be able to do this."
He laid me on the floor and held each of my breasts to his mouth while he licked, sucked and flicked his tongue at my nipples, forcing me to close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure flowing around my body like super-heated blood waking up my every nerve. By the time he'd worked his way down to my pussy I was almost ready to scream with need.
Wayne certainly knew his way around a slick pussy. I felt his hands softly caress my thighs inside and out as his tongue drew delicious long licks up and down my slit. I relaxed and started to float on the pleasure he was building in me as he patiently worked my aching pussy, occasionally delighting me more by darting his tongue inside. It had been a long time since I was so totally in the sexual moment and without realizing it at first I was touching my own breasts and pulling gently on my nipple.
I felt the lightest touch of the drummer boy's fingertips creeping up the inside of my thigh, inching towards the fire his expert tongue was building as he sucked and teased. Without pausing, Wayne let his finger crawl beyond my pussy lips and deep into my soaking wet hole. With his finger firmly wedged in there, he continued to lick me, but now he'd moved on to some super-fast flicking of my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I knew it was only a matter of time before the building climax started to shatter my reality, but there was one thing in the world I wanted more than a huge orgasm with Wayne's head between my open and wanton thighs. "Wayne," I found the words hard, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, "you think you could please get that cock of yours inside me? Like, now."
He straightened up from licking me, bringing with him a fresh erection that was as impressive at second sight as it was at first. I eased a cushion under my head and watched as he flattened my right leg and held my left bent and away from me. Straddling my right leg and holding my left with his hand he took hold of his huge dick and took aim for my open, wet and ready pussy. As he started inside me I couldn't believe how long the sensation of that first thrust went on. Deeper and deeper he came into me without stopping. I felt him bump up against the deepest part of me and realized that there was something in the size argument. Never before had anyone been so deep in me.
As he started a slow, steady, rhythm of long strokes inside me Wayne reached up and took hold of my breasts one at a time and pressed them into me, twisting the nipples between his fingers and rolling them as he moved from one to the other. I gasped in pleasure at the totality of the lovemaking. His hand found its way back to my clit, making sure it was keeping pace with the rest of my body as he carried me closer and closer to the moment.
"Come inside me," I urged. "Deep inside me, I want to feel you."
Wayne, started to breathe deeply and increased his rhythm, pulling me along with him as his fingers rubbed me and my clit cried out for more. I knew he couldn't last much longer and started my own counter rhythm, meeting his strokes with thrusts of my own and encouraging him with everything I had.
Wayne took the hint, let my leg come back down to the sofa and grasped my hips to aid his slowing and lengthening thrusts. It was only moments later when I saw his belly start to tighten and he brought his other hand back to finish my clit off. I slammed back at him for all I was worth, knowing that I would lose what little control I had over my own body at any moment. As I came I took one last look at Wayne's scrunched pre-orgasm features as I closed my eyes and let the moment have every last inch of my body.
The intensity of it all was incredible. All at once my whole body was molten pleasure, my pussy was hosting a huge coming cock and Wayne was still rubbing at my clit, teasing every second out of the biggest climax of my life. I felt his ejaculation shoot hard inside me as his strokes broke their rhythm and his monster cock jumped inside of me, spurting and shooting another load of his lovely thick white come.
As the last quakes of our shattering moments subsided Wayne eased himself down beside me, his cock still staying inside me despite deflating. He wrapped his strong arms around me, smiled one more time and pulled me close. I felt his skin rub against me, seemingly from cheek to toe, both of us making tiny movements, keeping our nerve endings alive and high. Seventeen years had disappeared between us.
As I lay in Wayne's arms, seventeen years after I should have lost my virginity to him, I thought again of the magic of 4620 Main Street. That morning I'd been having a coffee there, wondering where my next date was coming from, never mind the most intense lovemaking of my life. I held onto Wayne, felt that monster of his against my thigh and smiled at the thought.
Like I said, things happen at 4620 Main Street. | literotica |
Title: Role reversal (Uvuzi and Strega) by Strega
Tags: Constriction, F/F, Lamia, Skunk, Vore (soft), Weasel
Role Reversal
A.K.A. Uvuzi meets Strega
By Strega
Uvuzi the skunkette lamia was brushing her tail when she met the weaseless. Afterward, if you asked, she'd deny ever seeing the big, black and white six-legged creature -- and not for the usual reason. She often denied meeting people, because unless you are talking to just the right sort of folks, admitting that you ate the person they were looking for was not a good idea. In this case, though, she genuinely didn't remember, which is curious given how eventful the encounter wasfor everyone involved.
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A rustling in the bushes warned her that someone, probably a fairly sizable someone was approaching. A stalking predator probably wouldn't make this much noise, but she slithered behind a tree just the same. As it happened she was rather peckish, and something like a large deer (for there were too many footfalls for it to be a biped, and she didn't hear any conversation) would bulge her out in all the right places.
Uvuzi froze as a black and white muzzle poked out of the bushes. A giant badger! (Or, she remembered that people called them dire badgers now. Whichever.) The tiger-sized beast stepped into the clearing, and she saw that she was wrong. It wasn't a badger. It resembled more than anything else a very large, six legged ferret, or maybe a stretched wolverine with an extra set of legs in the middle. The short, but long-furred tail resembled the latter, while the coloring - black with whorls and patches of white - were more like her original idea, a badger.
In any case it would make a very fine meal if she could wrap it up without meeting the business end of all those claws and teeth. She preferred humanoids, as they were easier to seduce or trick, but she and her sister had proven that even animals could be tempted close. Failing that, she could surprise it, wrap it up and get her jaws around the ferrety muzzle. She'd swallowed an otter almost as large once; big as the thing was, perhaps three quarters her mass, weaselly creatures were admirably shaped to fit down her throat if she could get the drop on them.
Then it looked across the clearing and right into her eyes. Startled, she still didn't flinch, for it might be glancing her direction by chance and she was peering through a narrow gap in the bushes. Hopefully it didn't see her.
Hopes were dashed. "Good morning," the ferrety thing hissed as it stretched out on the dirt. "You forgot your brush."
Curses! She had indeed, and it was within a yard of the thing. Without showing any more of herself than her hand she gestured for the brush. "Could you throw it here, please?"
But the ferrety thing shook its head. "You can come get it yourself. I won't hurt you. I got a good look at you before you hid and you don't look like something I want to eat."
'The feeling is not mutual,' Uvuzi thought, and hesitated. Her belly rumbled at the sight of the thing, but it was a large and dangerous looking creature. When it spoke an intimidating array of pointed teeth showed, and it had half again as many claws as a quadruped, all mounted on big paws at the end of short, strong legs. If things went wrong she could get badly mauled or even killed.
But...it did speak, and now she saw the lines in its long fur that indicated it wore some sort of harness. It was intelligent and civilized, odd though it looked, and talking intelligent creatures into letting her get close was how she got most of her meals.
"Okay," she said with a practiced smile, and slithered out from behind the bushes. Its point of view was close to the ground, and by using the simple trick of slithering directly toward its head and keeping her snakey lower half in as straight a line as possible she tried to make herself look smaller. Hopefully it didn't get as good a look at it as she claimed. She could have cast a small illusion to look smaller too, but it might hear the spellcasting and become distrustful. Trust was how she planned to convert a nine foot (plus tail) weasel thing into a nine foot long bulge, so that would be bad.
"What an interesting creature you are," the thing hissed, and lifted its head to get a better look. Just as it was, to her eyes, an unknown species, so she must be to its own. From the hips up she was a svelte skunk woman, sky-blue fur broken by areas of white on her chops, throat, bosom and sex. Below her sex was a thick, muscular furry-snake body over three feet around at its broadest. A waterfall of wavy white hair framed her face, and from beneath it emerged double white stripes that ran down both halves or her body to a fluffy skunk-tail. Stretched out she was twenty-one feet long, or a few feet more if you counted the long tail fur, but she tried to make herself as small and unimposing as possible. If it concentrated on her upper body it might not realize she had enough snake body to go around it several times.
"Hi there," she said, and picked up her fur brush. There was a loop to hold it hidden in her tail fur, but she gave herself a few quick brushes to make it look as though she was nervous. "You startled me, and the wilderness isn't the safest place, so I hid. Plus, you are a bit scary looking."
"Mmm," it said, and flicked long, white whiskers. It had solid black eyes, like an animal, and its expression was hard to read. "My name is Strega. Since you're blue, skunk-snakey and have boobs, you must be Uvuzi. Your sister is less anthropomorphic."
Uvuzi pulled back a bit, startled. "You know me?" "Certainly," it hissed through pointed teeth, but a flick of its whiskers and the tilt of an ear somehow conveyed amusement. "I know a lot of people. A lot of people know me, too. In certain quarters I am quite well known."
It was Uvuzi's turn to smile, but not because she was amused. No, it was because this 'Strega' had let her get quite close. She slithered closer still, sliding her snakey body along the length of the slinky weaseless. That took about half her snake-length, the rest forming a tight series of turns on the side away from her prey. These she would tense like a spring, and if all went well they would thrust her sideways suddenly, rolling her coil up over Strega, starting the process of constricting what she hoped would be a fine and filling meal. That she was talking to her next meal did not strike her as strange. She talked to most of them, before the end.
"Well, you may be famous, but I've never heard of you. Or seen anything like you. Do you live in Monstertown?" Technically the mountain city was called Greyston, after its ruler Duke Gray, but any city with districts like Kobold Alley, Goblintowne and Dragon Court, all populated by the races they were named after, would end up being called Monstertown.
"I lived there for a few months," Strega said, and stroked Uvuzi's double stripes with a big, pink-padded paw. Her claws didn't look very sharp, which was good. Oddly enough she had six toes on each paw, four central ones with claws and a toe on each side with no claw. "I worked for someone you may call The Maker. Nice man, but odd habits."
"Ah, the Maker. Everyone's heard of him." It explained a lot, really. The Maker had created at least three thinking races - anthropomorphic foxes, raccoons and wolverines - plus who knew how many other creatures. Odds were this 'Strega' was another escaped experiment, and as someone who had eaten members of each of the wizard's pet races it would be just fine to have the weaseless follow her somewhat-relatives.
"Yes, very odd habits. For example, he's a bit of a vorarephile. That means he likes to watch--" but Uvuzi was done listening. She interrupted the weaseless mid-sentence with a powerful shove of her thickest coil. The black and white creature went over on its side with a startled hiss, and before it recovered Uvuzi got three full loops of her snakey body around its length. One wrapped around its hind legs, one went between the back and middle set, and one between the middle and front legs. The positioning was just ideal, more luck than skill really, for with the shortness of the thing's legs it should hardly be able to claw her at all.
"...people being swallowed whole," Strega finished in a strangled tone, for Uvuzi was squeezing with all of her impressive snakey strength. A paw or three flapped, claws raking futilely (though not painlessly) across the skunkette lamia's tough hide.
"How appropriate," Uvuzi purred as she slipped her upper body -- previously kept back out of reach -- around toward the weaseless' head. That pointed muzzle would fit into hers just fine, she though, and it was all downhill from there.
"That's quite a grip you have there," the weaseless said. She wriggled, but all she managed to do was make Uvuzi's snake half move with her. With a coil around her neck she couldn't even open her jaws very far. Bit by bit Uvuzi clamped down even harder. She preferred her prey alive, but a large and dangerous creature like this she might squeeze to death first. Fur ruffled behind Strega's forelegs as she sucked in air through what must be oddly mounted additional nostrils, and her nose flared as she breathed in the typical way. With her coils fully in place Uvuzi finally applied enough pressure to stop even that, but still the weaseless did not succumb.
"I don't actually need to breathe, you know," whispered the black and white beast. "Not for quite some time. Sooner or later you will get tired. So you might as well just let go."
"If I can't squeeze you to death," Uvuzi pondered, her narrow muzzle now quite close to the weaseless' much bigger one, "I will have to think of something else to do with you."
And with that she yawned. Strega watched, her expression at first amused and then worried, as the skunkette's jaws slid around her muzzle. "You can't possibly think you can--" she hissed, and after that her voice was too muffled to understand. Four sets of sharp, inward hooking teeth in Uvuzi's upper jaws and two more in her lower sank into thick musteline hide, and on one side and then the other the lamia's jaws inched forward. Complex musculature allowed Uvuzi's jaws to practically fall apart, distending into four separate arms each armed with those sharp snake teeth. Each segment could push forward, dig in its teeth, and then hold as another repeated the process. It was a mechanism for swallowing large prey whole, and Uvuzi had swallowed bigger things than Strega before. Already the weaseless' muzzle was bulging out from beneath her breasts, with the whole wedge-shaped ferret head sliding into her gullet as she more pulled herself over her prey than swallowed.
It was a long, difficult meal. The lack of air did weaken the weaseless, but even so her struggles almost pulled her out of Uvuzi's gullet on several occasions. Each time the lamia's powerful coils held her still and dozens of sharp recurved teeth sank in, eventually frustrating the escape attempt. Then the lamia's jaws would inch forward once more, eventually reaching and surpassing her previous mark. Bit by bit the black and white fur of the weaseless was covered by the blue and white of the skunkette lamia, the vast bulge moving gradually through the drum-tight fur of Uvuzi's humanoid torso and into the more accommodating snakey parts.. First Strega's forelegs, then her midlegs, and finally her haunches were overtaken and consumed.
It was almost two hours between the time Uvuzi took in Strega's nose to the point when the pink-padded hindpaws and short tail disappeared into her gullet. Uvuzi formed an ess in her neck and upper body and pushed it downward, helping ease the heavy, but streamlined weaseless the rest of the way into her stomach, belched mightily, and was finally able to relax. Her meal was still struggling, but wrapped in stretched lamia muscle and pelt from nose to toetips Strega couldn't get any leverage. It was just a matter of time now.
"You may be 'well-known'," the lamia said as she admired the lengthy, twitching swelling in her midsection. Strega was almost half as long as her snake body and it was a really impressive bulge, stretching her stomach to half again its usual length but not straining its maximum girth. "But I think you won't be any harder to digest than the last famous person I ate." And with that she settled down to sleep off her meal.
As a half-skunk her metabolism was much quicker than a true snake's, and her digestion correspondingly faster. In a few days she would expel an enormous bowel movement of converted weaseless. She might also have to cough up a ball of stubbornly indigestible fur, depending on how well the hairs mixed with the less enzyme resistant material. In less than a week Strega simply wouldn't exist any more, the legacy of the weaseless reduced to fertilizer and fat padding Uvuzi's serpentine frame.
Or that was the plan. Stretched out lethargically, drifting off to sleep, Uvuzi's eyes abruptly popped back open. A peculiar stirring in her swollen midsection like nothing she'd ever felt before woke her. She turned to look at the bulge -- why was it so hard to move? -- and it was gone! Her body was back to its usual cylindrical shape with no sign of her meal. There were a few creaks and pops as her long snakey ribcage shrank back to its usual diameter, but for all that it was as if she'd never eaten.
"You are good at what you do," came a hissing voice. Strega's voice. It took all of Uvuzi's strength to turn her head and see the dripping-wet weaseless, fur slicked down with the mucus that had lubricated her for swallowing, standing by her tail. "But I don't care to be food, thank you."
Alarmed, Uvuzi marshaled her coils for defense...or tried to. She was barely able to shift herself, and it took all the strength in her arms just to raise her humanoid half from the ground. "What...what did you do?"
"I walked out of your stomach. Magic, you'd call it, though I call it something else. But you mean your current state, of course! It's just a weakening drug. I released it to be absorbed by your stomach walls as you stretched out to digest me. Then I left before things got too sticky."
The weaseless smiled a fanged grin, her whiskers stuck together with gullet mucus. "It will wear off in half an hour or so. Of course by that time..." she continued, and scooped up Uvuzi's fluffy skunktail with a forepaw, "We'll know how hard you are to digest." With that she stuffed the tail into her maw.
"Wait," said the skunkette, but that was something the weaseless wasn't about to do. While Uvuzi could barely move she still felt everything, which included the undulations of Strega's throat muscles as she swallowed the tail. Several feet of cylindrical snake body followed it in, and the weaseless paced forward, head twisting from side to side in her own imitation of a snake as she devoured Uvuzi tailfirst. Already Uvuzi's vent and her stink-spray glands were gone down that gullet, before she even thought to use them.
"But, but," Uvuzi said, trying to think of something to say or do that would keep her from becoming fertilizer and coughed-up hairball. "You can't eat me! I'm famous, too!"
"Mm-hmm," mumbled the weaseless as she worked her jaws up the length of Uvuzi's coils. Not five minutes before she had been inside those coils, stretched out in Uvuzi's stomach. Never in her life had the lamia had a meal come back on her like this. There had been extraordinarily difficult meals, strong or massive prey that took literally hours to swallow. There had been the red dragon, who could have killed her even after she swallowed it. It had taken days just to digest enough of that scaly for her fit the last inches of its tail into her jaws. But however difficult the meal, every single one had eventually succumbed to her stomach. Her seven hundred pounds of muscle, bone and fur was made of all the creatures she'd even eaten. They existed now just as memories, bits of her body, and of course all the detritus that had become fertilizer and coughed-up indigestibles. Now one of her meals was swallowing her, its own snake-like teeth digging into Uvuzi's pelt just as hers had into its own. Droplets of blood even showed here and there on the black and white pelt where her own fangs had dug in, so it was indisputably the same creature that by all rights should be softening nicely in her stomach right now.
She pushed at the black and white ferrety muzzle as her hips were engulfed. Already the weaseless had swallowed more than her own weight, and quickly too! The slinky hexaped's whole lengthy torso was swollen so tight around her meal that pink skin showed through thin-stretched fur, but still it kept eating. Her breasts disappeared beneath advancing pink lips, and Uvuzi made a last desperate effort to squirm free as the weaseless' swallowing muscles took a tight grip on them. With her hips, the broadest part of her, deep in that slimy chute, Strega had all the grip she needed to finish her off with one last gulp. And that is what the weaseless did. "No!"
It was her final protest, or the last one Strega would hear. The weaseless stretched out her muzzle and swallowed, and Uvuzi screamed as the jaws slipped up and over her shoulders. She grabbed at the lower jaw, wrapping her forearms around it to stop the slide, but she was still too weak. Sharp inward-pointing teeth scraped over her scalp as she felt her hips enter the stomach, and then she was looking out past those fangs as her cheeks slipped into Strega's gullet. The last thing she saw before the jaws closed was her fingers sliding past the big front fangs -- now folded flat to make room for the weaseless' meal -- and along the salivating tongue. Her wavy white hair followed her hands, blocking the light, and then all was dark and wet and slippery.
With a last slide and push by the six-legged creature's throat her upper body joined the rest in Strega's stomach. She felt the enormous bulge she made, not as smooth and streamlined as Strega had made in her own body. Instead she was bunched up in a ball of coils, arms and fur wrapped in the thinly stretched muscle and fur. Air trapped in her fur formed pockets that kept her alive even as the weaseless' digestive juices soaked into the pelt pressed against the stomach walls.
This wasn't supposed to happen to her. She was the one who lived on the bodies of others. Occasionally, very rarely, she ate those big enough to eat her, but they always ended up inside her. Not the other way around! She wasn't supposed to be the meal!
Whatever poison weakened her had finally begun to lose its effect. Too late? No, surely not too late! Uvuzi marshaled her strength and pushed her coils against the stomach walls. Her little claws scraped the wet flesh as she tried to free herself, and she even managed to get her needle fangs into a fold of the stomach wall. It was just a matter of causing enough discomfort that the weaseless retched her up, then they would see who ended up in who!
It was an impressive struggle. It actually caused Strega some pain, right up until the weaseless wrapped all six paws around her distended gut and squeezed. She watched with some amusement as her belly heaved, the imprint of thick coils standing out through the fur as the desperate lamia tried to escape. If she were new at this it probably would have worked; it was, quite frankly, a nauseating experience, and even painful as her displaced organs were squeezed against her ribs and pelvis.
But though she was mostly retired from the eating game, she had a collection of hundreds of carefully cleaned and glass-jarred hairballs from her many meals. It was hardly the first time someone objected to the thought of a trip through her digestive system. Eventually, when she bored of the struggle, she let the great bubble of swallowed air percolate up her gullet. Uvuzi's struggle had gathered most of it in one big mass instead of a hundred little ones, and it left Strega's jaws in a lengthy, satiated belch.
"Mm," the weaseless hissed as the struggle in her belly lost its strength. "Not used to that, are you? You are used to being the one on the outside." She stroked a padded forepaw over the weakly squirming prey in her belly. "It's not always that way. Even I have been eaten, you know. Voluntarily, for the most part, but I too have been a hairball. If it weren't for technology, or what you'd call magic I guess, we would never have met. I'd just be part of someone else's body."
A last, light burp, and the struggle in her middle stilled. "I just wanted to meet you, you know. But you took one look at me and what you wanted was to see was what shape bulge I would make. I can empathize, I really can."
A mental command activated a transmitter implanted in her skull, and that in turn activated a distant teleportation apparatus. The trees and dirt disappeared, replaced by the cool black stone and recessed lighting of her home. All around were souvenirs, trophies one might say: shelves of painstakingly labeled, fur-filled jars. Wall hangings and rugs and plush furniture all crafted of hair from her many meals. Even a massive bean bag made of dragon scales, along with huge, plaque-mounted griffon beaks and mammoth tusks. This was not her only shape, and her much larger 'weaselpede' form had taken meals that dwarfed the lamia.
A brief visit to a shower, multi-nozzled and appropriately shaped for her slinky body, washed the mucus and enzymes from her pelt, and from her nose and lips and pawpads that stung even now. A blast of warm air dried her. Afterward Strega dragged herself into her sleeping basket, gift from a lover and friend. It had room enough for two, but typically, as now, the second occupant was inside the first. The friend who gave it to her had shared it both inside and outside her fur; his name, like many others, was inscribed on one of the hairball jars.
"I could probably still release you. You seem a durable sort, able to survive for a bit with not much air." The padded forepaw stroked her swollen belly again. "But, you know, that isn't my habit. I haven't eaten someone bigger than myself in a very long time, and my stomach will get out of shape if I don't digest an unreasonably large meal from time to time."
"As for you, this need not be the end. Technology, magic, call it what you will, only on the rarest occasion do I not restore someone who has occupied my belly. When I am done digesting you my machines will make a new you, perfect and accurate in every detail." The weaseless curled up to rest, as much as she could with the massive lump in her middle. Normally she slept in a tight ferrety curl, but that was not an option now.
"Well, almost accurate," she said with a yawn. The final joint of her jaws popped back into place, for she too had needed to disjoint them to swallow this large dinner. "I think I will remove a few of your memories. Oh, not very many. Just everything related to meeting me. I could let you remember swallowing me, but you only managed that because I went easy on you. I could have drugged and eaten you at the outset or escaped at a whim. I didn't even use my sharper claws," she hissed, and razor-edged hooks, lined along the cutting edge with metal, emerged from her outer, superficially clawless toes.
"But, and don't tell anyone this," she patted the bulge that marked Uvuzi's head, "Though I am a predator and don't like being eaten, I still fantasize about it. I dream about a powerful and hungry sort victimizing me, making me a meal. That probably seems two faced, but there you go."
She watched sleepily as half a dozen sensor remotes, cameras on wings for all intents and purposes, faded into view and docked themselves into their little wall nodes. She had of course recorded every second of the encounter, from multiple angles, just in case something interesting happened. Several interesting things had, and if her meal would not remember it or enjoy seeing it happen again, she certainly would.
Such a massive meal always made her sleepy, and she settled down to nap with a last pat on Uvuzi's swallowed head. "So you will return to your life not remembering any of this. I rather enjoyed the whole thing, start to finish, but I can't have word getting around. We'll just call it a dream...a good one for me, a bit nightmarish for you."
And with that she hiccuped, curled up as best she could, and went to sleep. | FSE |
Title: Friendship into Lust into Love
Tags: old friend, cheating, cunnilingus, blowjob, seduction, ass, yoga pants
*Fuck this shit*, he thought, slamming the phone into its cradle. *I have work to do, and I realllly don't have time to put up with Rachel's nonsense*. He knew he was going to pay dearly for that, but he couldn't help himself. There was only so much blame a man can take for things that aren't his fault, things he hasn't even DONE before he just can't take it anymore. Better to hang up in anger than for that same anger to make him say something he can't take back.
It's not that his girlfriend was a BAD person, really, she was just...well, she was a difficult person, though recently she'd been more difficult than usual. After almost a year together, it was not looking good for them. There'd been love there once, but now it was just bitterness and fighting. *Who am I kidding? There was always as much bitterness and fighting as anything else.*
He put his head in his hands and sighed. *What the fuck am I going to do?**I'm not happy, she's not happy, but I can't...*There had been a part of him that had wanted to end it for a while, but he wasn't one to give up. Besides, the fight that would come from a break up would probably kill one of them.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flashing window on his computer screen. He turned and saw that it was Leigh, an old friend from college, IMing to let him know her bus was on its way. She was coming to town for a job interview and he'd offered to let her spend the night with him. *No*, he reminded himself. *Not 'with me.' That's what got me into trouble in the first place. She's 'spending the night at my apartment'.*He sighed again. Like wording it differently would have made any difference to Rachel.
He wrote back to Leigh, telling her that he was excited to see her and to let him know when she was getting close. He was being honest, he *was*excited to see her; the fighting and stress and angst was more than worth it, and he'd been looking forward to this visit for weeks. He missed her, she'd been one of his closest friends for a long time, but recently they'd grown apart. Part of it had been the distance, the two of them having moved to different cities after college, both working long hours. But he knew that was only part of it, and he suspected Leigh did, too.
Leigh was beautiful, a fact that Rachel had reminded him of repeatedly for the last two weeks. But she'd been beautiful as long as he'd known her, but nothing had happened between them. Rachel hadn't really believed that, but even when she accepted it, she pointed out that wasn't for lack of desire. It had been a mistake to admit that to her, he knew, but he didn't like lying to his girlfriend.
The fact was that they'd both had long-term relationships in college, and they'd never had a time when both were single. But he'd wanted her badly. It wasn't purely physical, he was closer to her and more comfortable with her than with anyone else. But it was definitely physical, too. He'd been jealous of her string of boyfriends, all guys he thought were better looking, smarter, funnier...everything-er than him, guys who got to touch her and love her in ways he could only dream of. Of course he knew her better than any of them, and as they had come and gone, he had remained. But he'd never gotten what he'd always wanted, and now that they were living apart, he doubted he ever would.
He still didn't know whether she felt the same way; as close as they'd been, they'd never crossed that line, talked about his feelings for her, or the possibility that she'd had them for him. There had been plenty of jokes and comments over the years, but he'd always laughed them off, as had she. Significant others had suspected something, he knew, and not just his own; more than one guy had confronted him over "getting in his way" or "ruining things" for him. To her credit, Leigh had never sided with a boyfriend over him, but she'd also never acknowledged the potential that he really DID feel the way they accused him of feeling, and she certainly never admitted to feeling that way herself.
Now he saw his phone blinking; a text message. *Shit*, he thought. He looked at saw that it was from Rachel. "This isn't over." it said. "You'll regret that." *Fuck you, bitch*flashed through his mind. He beat the thought back, knowing nothing good would come from it.
He sighed yet again and returned to work. Better not to think about how weird this night was going to be. He just hoped Rachel didn't show-up at his place and do something crazy. He didn't put it past her, but the last thing he wanted was to make Leigh uncomfortable. There were plenty of things he wanted, but that was certainly not one of them.
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John was sitting in his car at the bus stop, waiting for Leigh to make her way out. He'd just left Rachel's, having gotten the earful he suspected.
"You know why she's here," Rachel had said. "She's going to try and seduce you."
He'd told her that was ridiculous, that Leigh was here for a job interview, nothing else.
"Then why is she staying with you? What, they wouldn't get her a hotel room?"
Pointing out that he'd offered just made it worse.
"Right, because you WANT to fuck her, of course, how could I forget?"
"Ok, that's it. I'm not having this fight with you again," he'd said. "She's going to be here soon, and I'm tired of trying to convince you of something you'll never believe. I've never cheated before, I'm not cheating tonight."
"Just remember to wear a condom; I don't want to catch anything from that bitch," she'd said as he walked out and slammed the door.
He looked up and saw that Leigh's bus was pulling in. He'd do his best not to think about Rachel, her jealousy, her meanness, but he doubted it would work. Leigh was fun, but he doubted that anything could distract him tonight.
He watched as she got off the bus, and suddenly all the fighting just melted away. His feelings for her rushed back when he saw her face, saw her smile at the driver as he took her bag off the bus. *God, she's beautiful*, he thought. Maybe he suppressed it, but all the memories of her laugh, her touch, came flooded over him. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed off her legs and her ass. *Oh, shit, that ass*, he thought, remembering all the times he'd watched her walking, that ass swaying slowly from side to side, his mouth watering.
He smiled and managed a weak wave. She ran over to him, her breasts bouncing slightly. *Are they bigger than before?*he thought, as he got out of the car to great her.
"Yay!" she said happily, beaming as she reached him. "So good to see you!" she practically shouted, hugging him hard. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and they felt amazing.*They certainly FEEL bigger...*
"Good to see you, too," he said, holding her tight, perhaps too tight. But she didn't say anything, she just held him, too. "How was the ride down?"
"Ugh, long," she said, turning to him. "Don't say it."
"Don't say what?!" he said, feigning confusion.
She rolled her eyes and walked to the car. As she went, he looked down slightly and watched her hips sway, his eyes locked on her ass.*Fuck,* he thought. *This is going to be hard.*
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John drove home, listening to Leigh talking about how much she hated her job and how excited she was to about this interview. He tried to pay attention, but his mind was wandering, bringing him back to college. There were memories of them hanging out, laughing, watching TV, talking, but also memories of catching a glimpse of skin when she took off a sweater, when she came out of the bathroom in a towel...
"I'm sorry, what?" he said, realizing that she was staring at him, waiting for a response to something.
Leigh laughed. "Preoccupied, much?"
"I mean, kinda," he stammered. "Work's been busy."
"I feel like you were just telling me you were bored, a week ago? Maybe less?" she asked with a smirk.
He struggled to come up with a response, but nothing came. His mind was elsewhere.
"It doesn't matter," she said, apparently sensing that she'd caught him off-guard. "I was just asking whether you'd eaten. I had something on the bus, so I'm good, but I can sit with you."
"No, no, I'm fine," he said, recovering his composure. "I ate, too. I figured you'd had something."
Her mouth opened and a look of faux offense crossed her face. "Are you calling me fat?!" she demanded.
This one was a softball. "Yup," he said confidently. "You're a fattie. A big fat fattie."
"Gee, thanks," she said. She looked out the window at the city rushing by. "Do guys here like fat chicks?"
He laughed. "I dunno, hard to say." He turned to her and smiled. "There are crazy people everywhere, right?"
She gave him a bemused look. "Really, John? You take a poor, single girl and this is how you welcome her to your city?"
"Please," he said, now rolling his own eyes. "I don't think you're lacking in self-confidence on that front."
"John," she said, shifting her tone. John honestly couldn't tell whether she was now being serious or not. "*Every*woman is lacking in self-confidence on that front. No woman really thinks she's attractive. Have you seriously not figured that out yet?"
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. He just stared at the road in silence. In that moment, he didn't really care if she was being serious or not. Memories of a different kind came flooding back. Rachel getting mad at him for not saying the right thing when she asked him how a dress looked. Rachel getting mad at him for looking at another girl she thought was prettier than her. Rachel getting mad at him when she saw the girls in some porn he watched had bigger breasts than her. Softly, he said "well that's stupid. And it's really not my fault."
Leigh's tone changed again. "I was just kidding," she said, her voice now soft, too. "I didn't mean to...bring anything up." She reached out and touched his right hand, which was resting on the center console. Her skin was soft and warm, and when it touched his, a bolt of electricity rushed through him. His muscles relaxed and the anger and frustration faded.
He slowly pulled up to a red light and looked down for a few seconds, just drinking the feeling in. He looked up at her and said, "It's fine, no biggie. My point is just that you're being silly, you have nothing to feel self-conscious about. You're beautiful and you know it."
She smiled. Her hand didn't move. "That's sweet."
He smiled back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the light turn green, but he didn't move. After a few seconds of staring at his best friend, he turned away. *Best not to press my luck*, he thought. *It's going to be a long night...*
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While Leigh unpacked her stuff and unwound, John prepared himself to text his girlfriend. He clearly wasn't going to tell her about the moment in the car, but he had to say something. He'd never hung up on her twice in one day, and she was sure to be mad at him. Besides that, every moment since Leigh's arrival that he wasn't talking to her, he knew, was a moment she'd assume something was happening between them, and he didn't want that. Or did he?
*You don't want to be with her*, he thought. *You'd much rather be with*...the sound of the hallway door opening shook him out of that thought. Leigh walked out and into the living room; she'd changed out of her jeans and into a pair of yoga pants. He caught himself staring, but he wasn't sure if she noticed.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Yup!" she said with a grin. "Much!" *She has such a beautiful smile*, he thought.
"So, your interview isn't until 10, right?" he asked, trying to keep his mind occupied. "It's only like, 10 now. Do you want to do anything before we go to bed?" *Probably could have phrased that better...*
"I dunno," she said, looking around. "We could just watch TV. Is there a game on?"
He gave her a look. "A game?"
"A game!" she protested loudly. "I like sports."
"And what sport would be playing tonight, would you guess?"
Her eyes got wide and she bit her lip playfully. "Football?" she said, hesitantly.
He smiled. He knew what she was doing, and it was sweet. "Nice try, but no. For one thing, it's a Thursday. You don't play football on Thursdays."
"Right!" she said, excitedly. "I knew that."
"But also," he said slowly, walking over and putting his hand on her shoulder. "It's May."
Her shoulder felt warm. He was close enough to smell her perfume, which brought rushes of memories back. *They say smell is the closest sense tied to memory*, he thought, visualizing moments from college, in her dorm room laughing and talking, in movie theaters, looking over at her and wanting to...he removed his hand, shifted away, and tried to act natural. "May isn't really football season..."
"Ok, fine," Leigh said, either not noticing his change in mood or pushing past it. "There's got to be some game of some kind."
"It's fine, really," he said, more comfortable now that he was out of the range of his own memories. "We can watch whatever you want, you're the guest."
She smiled. "Cool, I know what we'll watch." She bounced over to the couch and grabbed the remote. And 'bounced' really was the right word; John couldn't tell if she'd changed her bra or whether she was just that enthusiastic, because her breasts bobbed gracefully up and down as she moved. *Holy shit*, he thought, actually feeling his cock growing harder in his pants. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. He wasn't even remotely hiding his staring, his eyes transfixed on her soft, glorious breasts as she moved, seemingly in slow-motion.
The moment he finally did regain control, however, was the moment she bent to sit, her ass perfectly filling her yoga pants, which shaped and framed it in a way he had never seen before, on any woman, his whole life. In that moment, his brain didn't even fight the feeling, he didn't even try to stop his fantasies, he gave in and wallowed in the rush of erotic energy coursing through him. He visualized running over, grabbing her ass, massaging it in his hands.
He broke away from that and steadied himself. *Woah*, he thought. *Woah*. He looked up and saw that Leigh had turned on some reality show he'd never seen before. He sighed and took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, consciously putting as much distance between them he could.
But it wasn't enough. He tried to concentrate on the show, but every few minutes he caught a wiff of her perfume or a glimpse of her legs. He'd never really noticed her legs before, but now he couldn't stop thinking about them, how shapely and womanly they were. He felt his hard-on, which had never fully subsided, slowly returning.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked suddenly, trying to distract himself again and, even better, to give himself an excuse to stand up get away from her while things calmed down.
"I'll have some water," Leigh said. "But I can get it."
She jumped up suddenly and, as before, her breasts moved in a beautiful arc with her. the blood rushed into his cock and pressed harder against his jeans. She rushed past him, her ass moving quickly towards him and he braced for the mental impact. But at the last minute she turned and faced him, sliding past front-ways. His eyes widened as what passed by his face was not her ass, but instead her crotch. He could just barely make out the curve of her pussy lips. His cock throbbed against his pants, fully hard now.
"You want anything?" she asked casually, as if nothing had happened. *How the fuck did I go 4 years without hooking up with her?*he thought. *Fuck...how am I going to go the next 4 hours?!*
"Umm, I'll have some water, too," he stammered. Just then, the wave of perfume hit him and his eyes closed. It was almost too much for him to take.
"You ok?" she asked, confusion clear in her voice.
He didn't answer for a few seconds. He was desperately trying to regain control of his mind. He worried that if he didn't hold on a few more seconds he would say something that would ruin everything. *And I mean everything*.
"I'm fine," he said slowly. *Keep it together, John.*"Sorry, I'm just tired and stressed from work."
He decided he'd regained enough control to look at her, and he turned, trying to smile. There was genuine concern on her face as she watched from the kitchen, a pair of glasses in her hand.
"Yeah," she said. "You keep saying that." She filled the two glasses with water from the fridge and returned to the living room. She sat down on the couch again, this time next to him. *Fuck*, he thought, feeling the warmth from her body. He shifted away from her.
"Woah," she said. *That was a mistake, she wasn't going to miss or ignore that.* There was a moment of silence and then she said, softly, "I'm sorry.I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She shifted away from him.
"No, no," he said quickly, turning to her. "It's not you, really, it's just..."
He involuntarily reached for his phone*,* checking his text messages. *Why did I do that?*There was one, but he didn't read it. He knew who it was from, and he was pretty sure of what it said.
"I know. I get it," Leigh said, her voice still soft. "You don't..." her voice trailed off. He felt horrible. *This is not her fault, John,* he thought.*Look what you did.*
"Look," he said. "It's not like that. It's not. I just..."
"I shouldn't have stayed with you," Leigh said sadly.
"No, Leigh, it's not about me, I've got no problem with you staying here." *What does that even mean? Why did I just say that?*
"No, I know," she said, her voice harder. "It's not about you, I get that."
John didn't have a response, he didn't know what to say. There wasn't much of anything TO say. Finally it was all out in the open. *Well, maybe not ALL*.
"She just..." he started, scrambling for something to say. "She's just...uneasy is all."
"She doesn't trust me," she said. That hardness was rising, but her voice was still somehow sad, gentle.
That wasn't wrong, but it also wasn't complete. And there was no reason to make Leigh feel bad about Rachel. "She doesn't trust *me*," he said, softly.
Leigh looked up at that. That confusion was on her face again. "Why wouldn't she trust you."
He sighed. "Look." It was time to stop this before it got dangerous. "It's not really about who doesn't trust who. I just feel like, it's better for us to be, you know, extra careful."
Leigh didn't say anything. She just looked at him. He continued, nervously filling the silence. "I mean, the thing is, you're...you know. You're a beautiful woman and here you are, in my apartment, spending the night, and...I mean, it's better to just be careful, you know? We don't want anyone to suspect anything happened, right? I mean," *just stop talking, John.*But he couldn't. He kept going. "I mean, even when we were in college, you know, people wondered, people got uncomfortable about us, and...and you know, they weren't crazy." *Shit.*
"And what does THAT mean?" Leigh asked. That hardness had returned to her voice. The only ones who'd ever actually implied anything openly had been *her*boyfriends, never his girlfriends. They'd always made their complaints known quietly, and he never told any of it to her.
"No, no!" he said. "I don't mean your boyfriends were right not to trust you. That's not what I mean at all." *So much for stopping this. So much for making this not hurt her.*"I mean they weren't wrong to worry about me, about how *I*felt."
There was silence for a few seconds. She was sitting Indian-style, facing him, but her head was down. He could hear his own heart beating, but he couldn't hear anything from her. It wasn't even clear she was breathing. *What did I do?*
She looked up at him. Her face was softer. She half laughed, half snorted and turned away. She didn't say anything.
"You're just trying to make me feel better," she said finally.
"No, I'm not," John pleaded. *I mean, I am*, he thought, *but that doesn't mean I'm wrong*. "Look, it's not really about us. I mean, it is...but it's not." He paused. "Rachel's not a bad person, Leigh, she just...she just has her doubts."
"Yeah," Leigh said with another snort. "About me. She's never liked me."
"But that's the point! Her feelings for you have nothing to do with YOU. They're about me."
"And why would she assume that you," she paused, hesitated. "Have any feelings for me."
John didn't say anything. Pushing this too far would make not only this conversation worse, but also risk destroying their friendship. But he hated to lie, and he'd come this far.
"Because I told her."
The words hit like a ton of bricks. There wasn't a sound in the whole room. He couldn't even hear his heartbeat for a few seconds, and then suddenly it was pounding inside his chest. He stared at his feet, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Leigh was not; she was staring at him. Out of the other corner, the flashing light on his phone felt blinding. He turned away from his phone and looked at Leigh.
The silence was deafening, but he suddenly felt much more peaceful. *She is so beautiful*, he thought. Her wavy brown hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, framing her face. Her soft features seemed almost angelic as she looked back at him. Her eyes were steady but warm. There was love in them. A small but bright smile crossed her lips. *Such a beautiful smile*he thought, his muscles relaxing slightly as a feeling like a warm blanket slid over him. For the first time in hours, he didn't think about the rest of her body. For the first time in months, he didn't think about Rachel.
He wanted to kiss her. The desire was all-consuming. He stared at her lips, which looked so soft and inviting. He wanted to touch her, to feel her touch him. He wanted to give in to what he'd wanted for so long, thought about so much. He needed to feel her pressed against him. He needed her.
Leigh's smile faded and his heart fell with it. She looked suddenly sad, worried. Suddenly he panicked. *What have I done?*His heart raced and his skin felt suddenly cold.
"I just..." he stammered, trying to rescue this conversation. *I was so close.*
"I'm not a homewrecker," Leigh said forcefully.
He had forgotten about Rachel. Those feelings of anger and pain came rushing back to him. The fights, the texts, all of it. For a second, he felt his temper rising inside him. But then, strangely, unlike ever before. It disappeared. He felt calm, resolved, relieved.
"Fuck her," he said. Leigh looked confused. His confidence rose. "Fuck. Her." he repeated, even more forcefully.
He darted forward, reaching out with his hands, sliding his fingers through her hair and wrapping them around the back of her head and neck. He pulled her in close to him as he rushed forward himself. Their faces were about to slam into one another when he practically stopped himself and instead gently pressed them together.
That moment their lips touched was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. To say there were fireworks would be cliché, but in his mind, it's exactly what was happening. It felt like sparks were literally flying between them, the energy rush was so profound, so powerful. Her lips were even softer than he'd imagined, and they felt incredible. The smell of her skin and her perfume rushed over him even more powerfully than before and he moaned. She moaned back. He realized she was kissing him back, something he hadn't even thought about or noticed, his need to kiss her was so strong.
Her lips parted slightly and he slid his tongue between them, brushing gently against hers. Her muscles twitched and he panicked. *Too far,*he thought. He pulled back, but when he did, Leigh leaned in with him, keeping their lips together, moaning in protest. *Alright, then...*
He held her tighter, more confidently. He hadn't really thought about whether she wanted this kiss, but now that he knew she did, he moved forward aggressively. He slid his tongue between her lips again, tilting his face to the side to press against her harder. He brushed the tip of his tongue against her tongue, sliding along it slowly, gently, then glanced over the roof of her mouth. This elicited another moan.
He'd always enjoyed the sounds and sensations of female pleasure, especially when he was the one creating it. But this was different, this was another level. These moans turned him on in a way nothing ever had, in a deeper, more powerful, more passionate way. The vibrations of their lips, the tensing and relaxing of her muscles, the energy of her passion coursing through his skin. His hard-on had returned in full force, pressing against his jeans. Normally it would have been painful, but now, nothing could hurt him.
They kissed for several minutes, both of them moaning intensely, the pleasure consuming them. Leigh's hands were resting on his chest, but John's had moved from the back of her head, over her shoulders, down her arms, then back up and around her back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tightly. She fit so well in his arms.
They broke the kiss and looked at each other, panting. Neither of them had any idea how much time had passed. There was an intensity in her eyes, John saw, and he assumed his looked much the same.
"Wow," she said finally, breathlessly.
"Wow," John repeated. "I have wanted to do that for so long..."
Leigh laughed. "Yeah, well, you've been looking pretty good tonight yourself."
"No," John said, staring deeply into her eyes. "I mean for *years*."
She smiled softly, sweetly. He smiled back at her. He felt happier in that moment than he had in longer than he could remember. They just looked at each other for a few seconds, smiling, not saying anything. Finally, he said, "You are so beautiful."
Her smile faded and she looked away. He knew what she was thinking. He should have felt guilty, too. If either of them should have felt guilty, it should have been him. But he didn't. He didn't feel guilty, he felt free. Free and happy.
He reached over for his phone and, without hesitation opened his text messages. He didn't read what Rachel had written, though he would later see that it was the same vitriol that had characterized their conversations for days. He opened a new message and wrote a three word reply: "We're through. Goodbye."
He lifted it and showed it to Leigh. A look of shock came over her. "But, you...I...I didn't..."
"I don't care," he said. He felt strong, confident. "I don't know how you feel or what you want, but I don't care. I can't be with her anymore, I don't want her. I can't be with someone like her now that I've had you, now that I want you. I want you, Leigh. Even if I can't have you, I want you."
Her eyes got big at this and she breathed in sharply. For a moment, he thought he had just destroyed his chances with her, had scared her. But instead, she leaned in and grabbed his head, kissing him with an intensity that made his own kiss seem pedestrian. He had again underestimated her feelings, given the strength of his own. He leaned into the kiss and indulged years of pent up desire.
When this kiss broke off, he realized that his hands were on her thighs, his thumbs on her inner thighs. He could feel warmth coming from her pussy. He pulled his hands back and said, softly, "Sorry."
She laughed. "Seriously? At this point?"
He smiled. *Oh, this is going to be good...* He put his hands back on her thighs. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He slid them up towards her. She moaned. When he reached the tops of her thighs, he slid his hands up her stomach, over waist, into her armpits and then around front, cupping her breasts in his hands.
*Woah*, he thought. They were soft and yet firm, just as he had imagined. He gently caressed them, feeling her nipples hard under his palms. She moaned louder. He massaged them harder, gaining confidence. He'd fantasized about this so many times, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and it felt as good as he'd imagined it would. Her moans just encouraged him, egged him on.
Having met no resistance thus far, he decided to press his luck. He moved his hands down and grasped the hem of her shirt, lifting it up. Leigh's hands quickly took over, lifting it up over her head, revealing her flat stomach, her breasts nestled in her bra, her bare chest and shoulders. He leaned in and kissed her collarbone, moving back and forth from left to right, then up to her neck. More moans, more tingling, he could see goosebumps on her skin; this was better than he'd ever imagined.
He slid his hands around her back and up to her bra clasp. He leaned back and looked her in the eyes. That passion had reached even higher levels, the intensity burning into him. He undid the clasp, not taking his eyes off hers. He reached up to her shoulders and slid it off. He moved his hands down over her bare skin, cupping them in his hands, still not taking his eyes off of hers. He leaned in and kissed her softly as he began again caressing her breasts.
She moaned, begging for more. He gave it to her. His kiss became more passionate, harder, as did his grasp on her breasts. He broke off the kiss and moved his hands off her breasts, leaning back.
"Holy shit," he said. "You are...so hot."
Her breasts were amazing, just as beautiful as he'd imagined they'd be. The years he'd spent trying to catch a glimpse of them were now behind him, and in front of him were the most beautiful tits he'd ever seen.
She smirked and twisted her hips slightly; they moved with her, almost bouncing. His eyes were locked on them. He leaned in and kissed the top of her breasts, cupping them in his hands. He moved around, kissing the sides and in-between them. He moved over to her nipples, taking each in his mouth in turn.
He sucked and kissed and worshipped. She moaned, of course, but his mind was locked on her breasts, everything else faded from his consciousness. He had no idea how long he played with her breasts, but he only stopped when she leaned back and pulled his head off her chest. He pouted, but she smiled and kissed his forehead.
He leaned back and pulled his shirt off as well. He pulled her in close, feeling her bare breasts pressed against his own skin. She was warm and soft, she felt just like a woman should feel. He held her tightly as they fell backwards onto the couch, their bodies intertwined. They kissed more, that same pleasure and passion coursing through their bodies. His leg was between hers and she ground her hips against his thigh, her pussy pressed against him. Her back arched and she moaned with pleasure. He lifted up and watched her, her breasts sliding back and forth with her body, which was writhing. Her eyes were closed for the most part, though occasionally she opened them and he saw they were rolled into the back of her head. She smiled and moaned. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
He reached down and slid his hand along her leg, lifting his own leg up and replacing his thigh with his hand. She gasped as he cupped her pussy over her pants. Her eyes shot open and locked on his own. He pressed hard against her and rubbed, slowly. She whimpered with pleasure, her nipples rock-hard. He could feel the heat coming off her pussy.
"Fuuuuuck," she said. "That feels incredible." It was the first thing either of them had said in what felt like hours, though it had actually only been a few minutes. John smiled.
He couldn't take it anymore. With his other hand, he took hers and placed it on his crotch. Her eyes got even wider as she felt his cock through his jeans. "No way..." she said.
She scrambled to undo his belt. He had to take his hand off her pussy, which she didn't even seem to notice. She was like an animal, desperate to get at his cock. He didn't resist. She sat up and pulled his pants down, taking his boxers with them.
His cock shot out as his pants fell, sticking straight out towards her. She gasped and John laughed. She ignored him. She softly placed her hands on the base of his cock and slid her fingers upwards along it. They felt electric and he moaned as she touched him. "Holy shit," she said softly. "It's beautiful..." She looked up at him and repeated herself. "It's beautiful."
"Thanks?" he said, feigning modesty. He knew what he had, but it still felt amazing to have her so awed. She leaned in and kissed the head. He moaned again, but as before, she ignored him. She kissed up and down the shaft cupping his balls in her hand. He had never felt pleasure like she was giving him, had never wanted something more than he wanted her mouth.
Apparently she felt much the same, because suddenly she ran her tongue along the shaft and took it into her mouth. He gasped as she slid her lips down his cock, taking more than he ever would have imagined possible. He leaned forward, his muscles tensing, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure. He tried to speak, but only another moan came out. She slid up and down his cock, which pulsed in her mouth. It had never been this hard before, and he had never been this turned on before.
"You are incredible," he finally gasped. His mind was still misfiring from the incredible sensations, but he couldn't stay silent anymore. He watched as her head bobbed up and down on his cock, and his hand was rested on the back of her head. She moaned into his cock, and the vibrations sent even more pleasure through his body.
She lifted her head up and said "You have an amazing cock, John. My God..." she returned to sucking it, sliding her lips and taking more of it into her mouth each time. He moaned again.
She put her hand on the base of it and slid it with her mouth, twisting her wrist as she did. His head felt like it was going to explode, he was so close to cumming he couldn't stand it.
"I need you," he said softly. He didn't even really understand what he was saying, but he meant it. He needed her. He needed to feel her against him, feel himself inside her.
She stopped and looked up at him. Their eyes locked. She was panting from her exertion and didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Then take me," she said. He didn't need a second invitation.
He took her by the hands and lifted her up. He grasped the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down quickly, taking her panties with them. He took a moment to admire her pussy, which was presented to him at eye-level. It was beautiful, perfect, its lips called to him. He leaned in to kiss it and he wrapped his hands around her waist, taking her ass in his hands. *That ass*...
He buried his face in her pussy, putting his lips between hers and running his tongue along her clit. She yelped in pleasure and put her hand on the top of his head, her fingers running through his hair. She moaned and ground her hips against his face. She tasted fantastic, she felt warm and wet and soft and he loved it. He licked and sucked on her clit, her moans and gasps rewarding him for each new thing he tried. He moaned into her pussy as well, loving every second of it.
She pulled his head back and tilted it up to face her. He pouted and moaned sadly. "Is that what you meant?" she asked breathlessly. There was a smile on her face and her hair hung over her shoulders and breasts. It was the most beautiful view he had ever seen in his whole life.
"No," he said softly.
"Then take me," she said forcefully.
He stood up and took her by the shoulders, pushing her back onto the couch. She laid down and looked up at him. As had happened repeatedly that night, he had a new "sexiest thing I've ever seen" as she splayed out on his couch, completely naked, her body glistening with sweat, electric with passion, begging for him. He was not going to keep it waiting.
"Spread your legs," he commanded. She did as she was told and he climbed on top of her.
"Be gentle," she begged. "Please. It's been a while, and I've never had anything like that."
He smiled. *She knows just what to say*, he thought. "I'll try," he said. "But I make no promises."
She licked her fingers and wet her pussy, though it wasn't necessary; between her saliva on his cock, his own adventure between her legs, and her own body, there was plenty of lubrication. She reached down and positioned his cock at the opening to her pussy. He pushed his hips forward and slid the head inside her.
She gasped. "Slow, slow!" she said. He tried to go slow, but he couldn't hold back anymore. His hips pressed forwards, sliding his cock deeper into her. Her eyes were as big as dinner plates, her breathing shallow. Her pussy was tight and wet and warm. It felt amazing, unlike anything he'd ever experience before.
"You can take it," he said. "Please, I need you to take it. Please."
She relaxed and closed her eyes. "No, don't close your eyes. Look at me." She did as she was told.
He slowly began sliding out after only going about halfway in. When only the head remained inside her, he began sliding back in. She gasped again, "you're stretching me!"
"You can take it," he repeated again. "Please...I need you."
"I need you, too," she said.
He was now all the way inside her. Their eyes were locked, their bodies intertwined. They were together in the way he'd always dreamed they would be, and it was orders of magnitude beyond what he'd ever imagined.
"I love you," she said. "I love you."
He smiled. It was so obvious, it was something they both knew. "I love you, too, Leigh. I've loved you for longer than I can remember."
As his cock moved inside her, her hips ground against him. She held him close and he held her closer. They kissed, releasing all inhibition and throwing self-consciousness to the wind. Their lips wrapped around one another, their tongues slid back and forth inside each other's mouths. They moaned in time.
"You feel so perfect," he said, panting, breaking their kiss but not pausing for a moment his rhythmic thrusts. "I've never had anyone who-"
"Who fit so well!" she shouted. "You fit me so well!"
His eyes closed and he fought back the urge to cum right then. He slowed and tried to focus on something else. He tried not to think about what he was experiencing, how amazing the feelings from every part of his body, from every sense, were. But he couldn't. He was not going to be able to hold on much longer.
"Leigh," he said. "I'm going to cum soon. I can't hold it much longer."
"Don't!" she exclaimed. Her breasts were bouncing with his thrusts. Seeing that almost sent him over the edge. "Don't hold back! I'm almost there, too! Please, cum. Please!"
"Where?" he asked, breathlessly. He was almost there. So close. *Just hold on a few more seconds. Please, body, please don't end this yet.*
"Inside me!" she said without hesitation. "Please, John. Please...cum inside me!"
He should have been shocked, he should have been distracted and taken aback, but he wasn't. His mind was overwhelmed and this just sent him over the edge. His muscles tightened and he thrust deep inside her, deeper than before. His cock throbbed and his balls tightened. He lost it, pounding into her with abandon, knowing that he was hurting her but unable to stop himself. He needed her, he needed to cum inside her.
Just before he was about to cum, Leigh's back arched and she screamed. It was unintelligible at first, but then he heard "I'm cumming!" Holy shit, John, I'm cumming! Keep going, keep going, don't stop, don't stop, cum with me!"
He did as he was told. He grabbed her shoulders tightly and slammed his hips against her, his cock thrusting into her pussy and he came with her. He came deep inside her, filling her up with his cum. He came harder than he ever had before, longer than he ever had before. His mind exploded, unable to process all the pleasure and the satisfaction.
His body collapsed on top of her, all his muscles relaxing, refusing to move. His head was in her hair, and he smelled her perfume up close, which was intoxicating. For a few seconds, he wasn't even sure that he was alive or awake. His whole body tingled, his toes curled in pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her pussy. His heart pounded, his lungs gasping for air. He could feel the same from Leigh's chest, which was pressed tightly against his. They didn't say anything, they just enjoyed each other.
"I love you," he said. "I love you."
He could feel her smile, but she didn't say anything. She ran her fingers along his spine and moaned slowly, softly.
"Thank you," she said. "Thank you for not holding back."
He smiled and lifted himself up enough to look into her eyes. His smile faded and he looked at her seriously. He realized in that moment that he loved her more than he'd ever loved anything, and it wasn't just the post-coital bliss. This was the best woman he'd ever known, the most beautiful, the most amazing. He loved her totally and completely. He leaned in and kissed her. Somehow, he was sure that she knew.
They just laid there for a few minutes, holding each other, silently loving the happiness they had discovered, that they knew they would now be able to have forever. Eventually they left the couch and moved into the bedroom. As they climbed into bed, John was again mesmerized by a glimpse of her ass, bent over and inviting him. He reached out and ran his hands along it, sliding his fingers from cheek to cheek, grasping it in his fingers.
She turned and looked at him, smiling. "Seriously? You're ready again already?"
He laughed. "No, no. Just taking advantage of being able to touch something I've admired from afar for so long." She rolled her eyes. "Besides," he continued. "We should go to bed. You've got an interview you REALLY need to rock tomorrow."
She laughed and turned to hug him. Their bodies pressed against each other and he felt loved totally and completely. It was an amazing feeling, one he couldn't wait to feel forever.
They got into bed and laid together, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as his cock had fit inside her. They both sighed and their muscles relaxed. His arm rested on her side, her breast in his hand, their bodies spooning.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. She reached up and squeezed his hand. He felt her sigh.
"I love you," she said softly. "I love you."
They held each other that whole night while they slept, finally feeling that perfect fit, completing each other, just the way they'd both always dreamed of. | literotica |
The machine was ready, the pumps were in place, and the only thing left were the two winners of the contest actually showing up on time. Tara had been waiting for what felt like hours, every ounce of willpower needed just to keep herself from tearing the bags of saline apart and dumping them into the tank, to say nothing of how the need to hook those things up to her ports was itching something fierce; she had her doubts about her ability to keep herself composed once those two made their presence known, hence why most of her time was spent deliberately trying to look away from the center of her room, where everything had been set up for the grand prize.
Perhaps using a fill-up session as a reward for the raffle wasn’t the best of ideas. Her implants were already overfilled to the point where they practically creaked whenever she put too much pressure onto them, so packing even more of the stuff into them would, to anyone sane and-or reasonable, sound like a terrible thing to do. But the cheetah wasn’t reasonable, and her sanity was often questionable, at best, when it came to making herself bigger, so the rules didn’t exactly apply to them as much as they did to everyone else; that’s what she kept telling herself at least, since it was something to do that didn’t involve plugging pumps into her breasts and throwing away the remote after breaking the “ON” lever. She found herself bringing her hands to her bust more than once, her fingers failing to get any headway when it came to squish and squeeze; those things were stretched as taut as they could go, a near-painful reminder of just how stupid the idea for more was; and yet Tara couldn’t help but bite her lip at the thought of becoming even larger, nor could she deny that she’d had that exact same fantasy plenty of times before.
A quick scan of the bags on her bed revealed that yes, they were still there, and no, the stock hadn’t miraculously shrank since the last fifteen times she looked. All of those had been gifts from the people participating in the raffle; the only rule was that they were supposed to send in a bag of saline of any size with their online handle written on it, then at the end two people would be randomly selected to watch as she filled herself up with all the contents sent to her, a video that would only be made sellable a couple of months later. It was mostly just an excuse for her to avoid having to pay exorbitant prices for another top-up, plus it gave her a reason to invest some money into a portable pump like the one she had now, not to mention it bypassed the slightly inconvenient issue of no respectable doctor being willing to pump her up even bigger than she already was without changing her shells. That wasn’t why she had them installed, after all; the purpose of having implants of that type was precisely to find her limits and then keep going, deliberately stretching them until they broke, only to then keep going like nothing was happening. So long as she could do that, Tara was happy… but she needed outside help if she was to grow more than she already had.
The cheetah could barely keep herself together with the amount of excitement coursing through her, their eyes darting to the screen every other second just to check if the two winners had clicked the link to the private stream. Tara had gone to great lengths to ensure the experience would be the best ever for the lucky duo, installing multiple cameras to provide several ideal angles on her “transformation”, with her microphone set up to capture the full breadth of auditory experiences that came with the whole package; getting the multi-cam view to work together with the stream software itself was a nightmare, and her processor certainly agreed from how hard it was complaining about ventilation, but at least it technically worked. It looked like some kind of torture dungeon, but it worked, and that’s what mattered.
Tara was just about ready to sit on the chair and turn the pumps on when she heard two familiar boops interrupting her thought process, the sound of a couple of new folks joining the stream. Rushing to her computer screen, the cheetah saw the names she wanted to see, her whole body shaking in anticipation. Should she say something? Should she wait for them to put the first word in? She was so ecstatic for finally being able to get something done that night that she completely forgot she was already broadcasting herself, and the two could perfectly see the cheetah’s nude body jumping from side to side in one of the many camera views being streamed, leading to one them openly chuckling over the line.
“Never thought you’d be this happy about it,” they mused out loud, “but I can’t say I’m surprised. You were plenty excited during the raffle, weren’t you honey~?”
Tara’s face went bright red at that choice of words, the tone in which they were delivered being enough to get them to stop moving and stare at the screen transfixed instead. She couldn’t quite see who was talking, though their webcam was active; whether it be a trick of the light in their room or some sort of software pulling a veil over her metaphorical eyes, the guest that had just spoken up showed up on the cheetah’s screen as nothing more than a black silhouette, the vaguest hint of two curves to either side of their chest betraying a bust of even greater proportions than her own. The other winner was much the same… at least in lighting; her tits were significantly larger than either of the other two’s, to the point where it was hard to tell where her body was amidst all of that shadow.
“Don’t scare her off,” the larger one spoke up, “we don’t want the poor thing to start second-guessing herself.”
“Oh please, as if she’s going to turn back now,” the first one replied, “you’ve seen how happy she was about all the saline we sent her, I mean look at her bed! You could fill one of your tits with those many bags!”
“Is that a challenge~?”
“H-hum,” Tara cut through, attempting to interrupt the dialogue, “so, are you ready for the stream? I can’t really see either of you too well.”
“That’s very much intentional, dear,” the ‘smaller’ of the winners purred, “we’d rather not reveal our identities… just yet. We might by the end, but we’ll see.”
“Besides,” the other one carried on, “it’s a lot more fun for us to keep an air of mystery surrounding this whole thing. Plays into the whole ‘unknown benefactor’ aesthetic a lot better, it’ll help you sell the video a lot more!”
Tara had her doubts about that last sentence, but she couldn’t deny she was enjoying being toyed with; that was half the point of even setting up the raffle in the first place, even if she would never admit to it herself. The cheetah signalled towards the chair, receiving two curt nods from her prized guests, then turned around and began walking towards it; something simple, something straightforward, and something that nonetheless made her legs quiver so much she could barely walk straight at all.
The process of preparing the pumps for delivery wasn’t supposed to be as drawn-out as it turned out to be, but it was difficult to keep her focus when all Tara could think about was how all that saline was going to end up directly inside of her bust by the end of the hour. There were so many bags in there that she began wondering if it wouldn’t be a good idea to institute some kind of limit… right before discarding that idea and throwing it into the proverbial rubbish bin, figuring that if she came that far already, she might as well do something completely insane just for the sake of keeping up appearances. Or something like that, thinking while horny wasn’t exactly her forté.
One by one she picked up a single bag and walked over to the tank, tearing open the plastic and dumping it into the holding area, feeling it glunk and slorsh its way down before it hit the bottom. It helped to further her arousal in a way she hadn’t thought of before: weight. Every ‘trip’ let her feel how much she was going to pump into her breasts in just a few moments, and some of those bags were, if not ridiculous in size, then practically so, easily big enough that she had her doubts about being able to take just one even in the best of days. The two winners were, perhaps not coincidentally, the ones that had sent her some of the biggest saline boosters, each one big so heavy that Tara needed to use both hands just to stop the lining from tearing itself apart under the strain; the fact that they took several seconds more than the others to empty out didn’t leave her feeling all that comfortable about her chances at making it through the night without some kind of injury, but it also let her know how much bigger she was about to get, and that realization was enough to help her through what remained of her pile. The absolute largest one, however, belonged to neither of the raffle winners; on it, written in thick, blue marker, were the words “With Love, From Cyrie <3”, one of the few people Tara knew by name. It’d be amazing if it weren’t so worrying, seeing as by the time she was done and the tank’s cap went on, most of it was full… and Tara didn’t know if that was amazing or utterly terrifying.
Her two guests were silent, keeping their certainly-perverted thoughts to themselves while the cheetah got busy finding some position in which she could both sit comfortably and still have enough room that she wouldn’t be buried by her own bust. In those last few moments, she appreciated the size she had reached already: both breasts were about as large as her head already, full, taut, slightly creaky, and just the right proportions to be near-perfectly spherical. Anyone else would’ve taken one look at them and declared them to either be too big or just big enough. Tara, being as hungry for size as she was, thought none of those things; the only thing going through her mind when she grabbed the two tubes and brought them close to her injector ports was “Not big enough,” a thought that resonated louder and louder as she affixed the pump to herself. The by-then familiar click and slight release of pressure, the machine whirring into action once she turned it on, it was all she wanted to hear; any doubts the cheetah might’ve had about growing even bigger were gone from her mind, replaced with a monstrous desire to become even larger and a complete certainty that things were going to go just fine.
The machine itself had three settings, designed to input variable amounts of fluid. As per the agreement in the post-raffle discussion, Tara would keep it on the low setting until it was about a third of the way done, switch to medium for the next third, then hop onto fast for the final stretch. It was highly doubtful she’d make it that far, it being more likely that either the ports gave up and forcefully ejected the tubes or she herself turned the whole thing off, but Tara could still hope; not much else, but hope was still there. As were the vibrations, which quickly displaced anything else that might’ve been in her head; the moment those continuous shockwaves began to crash into her, all Tara could do was let her tongue loll out of her mouth and allow her throat’s desire to moan go completely uncontested, drawing several giggles from her two guests and a few comments on how adorable she looked when overtaken by growthlust.
She was barely even started and already she could feel that things were going to be going down a terribly painful route and never coming back. The pressure inside of her chest went from normal to unbelievable in just a few seconds and refused to relent, causing her back to arch outwards and her teeth to nearly bite through her tongue if she hadn’t remembered to retract it; it was like something had been forcefully shoved into her ribcage and was now trying to get out, making it hard to breathe and even harder to think… at least until her body decided to get used to it. The experience was undeniably painful still; in fact, if anyone asked the cheetah, she might just reply with something to the tune of “So tight” or “God, please stop”, but the tone would betray how much she wanted it to keep going regardless: dreamy, punch-drunk, barely coherent, and with her fingers going straight to her bust in order to feel it expand, it would be hard to take their supposed reticence at even face value. Perhaps her brain decided to flip what it was meant to be feeling as a means of protecting itself against what was a terrible decision, but if that were the case, then Tara had just lost the last reason she’d ever had not to go through with the plan to take the whole tank. If that was what it felt like, the overwhelming sensation of built-up pressure followed by her whole body relaxing and endorphins flooding every neuroreceptor she had, then why should she ever stop? At that point, the actual size differences were just a bonus prize!
Not that they weren’t a magnificent prize on their own; already the veins on her tits began to grow ever more visible on her stretched skin, the cheetah’s yellowish fur not enough to hide it. What had once been nothing but the faintest hints of creaking now seemed to be the natural state of things; it was like plastic being torn and reshaped, made to deal with forces it wasn’t built to withstand and yet somehow finding a way to do so anyway. Tara knew she was toeing a very dangerous line; she wasn’t bottomless, nor were her shells impervious to harm, not to mention the fact that they were already dangerously close to ultra-max capacity. But she didn’t worry about that; she couldn’t, after all, her mind being too busy appreciating how her flexible body was taking the sudden influx of saline surprisingly well, especially considering how her last top-up had been barely two months prior. Maybe, she thought to herself, she could use this as a springboard for even larger sizes; wait until her breasts “settled” and then head back to the clinic in order to swap them out for ones that could take even more saline than her current pair, thus giving her a reason to do another raffle and continue the cycle of growth!
The wheel turned.
Her mind tuned in with the whirring, the cheetah feeling it slip further and further away from her control the longer the machine was allowed to keep running. She lost herself long before reaching one third capacity being drained, and considering how that tank was about as tall as her office chair and half as thick… that was a boatload of saline that was still supposed to be pumped into her that she hadn’t even begun to taste. That realization alone would’ve left anyone whimpering and utterly terrified of what they were doing to their body, but not Tara; to her, it was merely a promise of even larger sizes, one she made and fully intended to keep, lest anyone call her something she wasn’t.
The two guests had been watching her methodical approach to madness with equal parts amusement and barely-contained excitement, a few notes of arousal dripping into the few words they chose to speak aloud. There wasn’t a lot they could do to influence the chee, seeing as she was already neck-deep inside of a pit of lust she dug for herself, but what they could do was constantly poke and prod at her in ways that only served to further entice her to do things she most likely shouldn’t. For Tara, few things tasted better than proving someone wrong when they told her she couldn’t be “that big”, even if she knew full well it was just a deliberate ploy to get her to push herself even further. It was a polite fiction, and one that barely even stood up to the flimsiest of scrutinies, but it was their fiction, their narrative that they were crafting; that night, Tara was the test subject of two mysterious benefactors who wished to see her bust expand to proportions that would make anyone do a double-take if they saw her on the streets, then continue staring long after it became obvious they were doing so. And she, being “trapped” in that scenario, could do nothing but obey, bringing her hands to her breasts and moaning about as loudly as she could manage without alerting the neighbors. Soon enough, even that level of care no longer applied, and Tara’s throat was starting to ache from how much use it was getting; she was certain that, at some point, someone was going to start banging on the walls or ceiling to demand she quiet down or put a gag on, but she didn’t care. If anything, if anyone did do that it would only serve to heighten the pleasure the cheetah was already feeling from having her tits literally pumped to near-bursting with dangerous amounts of saline; it was all part of the story.
“How long do you think before she pops?” the larger of the guests wondered aloud, “Because I’m thinking she won’t last until that tank is halfway done.”
“Betting five on her taking the whole thing,” the other one giggled.
“You’re insane. Look at her, she’s barely holding on as it is!”
“I know Tara, and I know that if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s surprising people with how much she can pump into her tits. Pretty sure those shells aren’t even supposed to be that large, but you weren’t hearing them creaking beforehand, were you?”
“Guess not,” the bigger of the two mumbled, “but still, I can see the veins all the way from here, and I’m pretty sure she’s not even listening, are you Tara?”
Indeed, the hostess for the stream wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to what the two winners were saying. She could still hear them, and at some level her brain was still processing the information her ears were feeding it, but to truly comprehend anything she was being told meant Tara had to focus away from feeling her breasts expand in every direction, and that was just not something she was ready to do. So much so that the cheetah even forgot not to squeeze her bust; it was a painful enough experience on the best of days, so doing it now that it was being stretched to the limit was bound to have her experience some of the worst agony she ever had in all her years… and while Tara was certain that’s what her neurons were telling her, she couldn’t for the life of her feel anything but the utmost bliss. Every time one of her fingers tried and failed to sink into her skin, every nerve on that patch flared up and told her to stop, only for the cheetah to carry on doing it regardless, finding it to be the most pleasurable experience possible. By that point, her bare breasts were already past the halfway point to her navel, still perfectly round and spherical, producing quite the significant amount of backboob for anyone that might be watching from that angle; indeed, her two guests were commenting on just that, right before the topic changed back to maximum capacities.
“Besides, honey, it’s not like she can’t reach absurd sizes, or else you wouldn’t exist,” the feline winner purred once again, “unless you wanna convince me those are natural.”
“They aren’t, but they also aren’t your regular implants. Pretty sure she doesn’t have anything like them.”
“Maybe not, but I’m still convinced she’ll be able to take them all and keep going like nothing’s happening. Which reminds me… Tara? Tara, honey?” - the cheetah didn’t respond, though the sound of her name being called out subconsciously had her turn her head towards the screen, where she could just barely make out who was supposed to be talking - “I’m pretty sure we’re at the mark where you’re supposed to be going faster, so do us a favour and turn that thing up to medium, will you~?”
The chee didn’t know if that was right or if that woman was deliberately toying with her, but at that point she no longer cared. Right or not, all that mattered was that she still had saline in the tank, sloshing from side to side as it was drained, and now that she was given an excuse to go ahead and inflate herself even harder, Tara was going to take it. Of course, reaching the controls proved to be slightly more difficult than she imagined, what with the weights on her chest making movement significantly harder, but she managed; there was a lot of creaking, groaning and a heaping ton of moaning from her end, but she managed. As soon as the lever was adjusted, the whirring became louder and the pressure inside of her, already unbearably high, skyrocketed to levels the cheetah barely had the vocabulary to describe. The pump’s tubes were shaking madly as they struggled to deliver as much saline as possible into a space that was so densely packed that it practically rejected it, while the chair she sat upon joined in with the rest of the things complaining about the weight. Things were quickly spiralling out of control, but rather than try and right her path, Tara kept walking closer and closer towards an end she was increasingly uncertain of.
Would she be able to take it all? Her skin was telling her no, her body was telling her no, her mind was telling her no, and yet her spirit kept nodding along and pushing everyone else out of frame, insisting that, against all evidence, she’d be more than capable of taking all of that saline and more, even when her bust reached and covered her navel, dangerously close to plopping onto her lap. Just touching it was enough to set her off, her hands flinching on contact as if handling an open flame, while the rest of her quivered uncontrollably under the relentless onslaught of sensations that were very much starting to erode her sanity. All that Tara knew, at that point, was the whirring, the draining, the constant sensory overload that came with it… and the two voices telling her to keep going, to see how far she could take herself before she could go no longer. Tara was going to show them, she was going to show those two that she meant business, and wasn’t going to take anything less than total perfection for an answer.
“I have to say, I might be wrong,” the disbelieving guest piped up, “we’ve crossed that line and she’s still there! Don’t know how much longer she’s going to last before… you know…”
“Oh, she’ll last. She’s going to take every last drop of that saline and then beg for more, aren’t you Tara honey?” - the other raffle winner raised her voice with the last few words, to which the cheetah replied by very loudly, and very throatily, moaning for several seconds straight - “See, she’s fine! All she needs to do is hold onto that chair and everything will be alright.”
“I wish I knew what those implants were made of, pretty sure the company would hire the manufacturer.”
“Or maybe she did get them from some place that sold yours~”
“Mine don’t creak that loudly.”
Indeed, despite the obvious disparity in size between Tara’s current one and that silhouette’s body-obscuring bust, only one of them was loud enough that it was starting to clip the microphone recording. The cheetah just barely remembered to push the device away before her tits did that for her, and even then it was still so unbearably loud that both of her stream viewers had to turn down their volume just to keep their eardrums from popping. It sounded less like plastic being stretched to capacity and more like metal grinding on metal, being bent out of shape by some unfathomable force; indeed, a few of the chee’s neighbors were starting to wonder just what exactly was going on inside of her house, though judging from how loud the cheetah herself was begging for things to be even bigger, none of them bothered to knock on the door. Too embarrassed to do it.
Neither of the two raffle winners had to say anything for the cheetah to bring one of her arms to the machine and slam down on the speed-controlling lever, turning the whole thing up as fast as it could go. The resulting impact was strong enough that her lustful moaning turned into a quick yelp, a scream, and then heavy panting all in quick succession, her hands hovering just inches over the surface of a pair of tits that were now far past pink and straight into red, the poor, overstretched veins perfectly contrasted against the colour and outright begging her to stop. How anything hadn’t ruptured was anyone’s guess, especially after the bottom of her breasts landed heavily onto her lap, then carried on grinding against her body as if it was absolutely nothing; the resulting mess of signals sent by both her bust and her legs was enough to practically knock Tara out, and even after keeping herself awake she was barely lucid enough to realize what was happening to her. The room was filled by the sounds of mechanical whirring and liquid draining, with even the two guests having fallen silent as they watched the spectacle unfolding before them. Though the one that professed her faith in Tara being able to take the whole tank seemed genuine at first, even she had to stare in dumbfounded awe at how “easily” the chee’s body took the saline infusion, enough that both breasts began to spill over from the sides of the chair… after bending the arm rests out of shape, of course.
With the machine on maximum blast, it was only a matter of time until either it ran out of juice or Tara herself did. And for a few moments, it did genuinely look like it’d be the cheetah that would find her limits before the pump found its bottom; she was squirming, writhing even, her whole body unable to hold still, be it moving about on her increasingly-unstable seat or shivering uncontrollably, while the pair of saline-stuffed orbs attached to her chest continued to glow with a stronger shade of crimson, their maximum capacity reached, exceeded, tripled and then abused further for the sake of two strangers’ amusement. And yet, Tara never popped; far from it, in fact, as in the last few seconds of her ordeal she instead brought her head back from being craned all the way to where she could use it to surveil the “damage” done by her pumping sessions, greedy eyes glinting even under the light, hands just barely holding back from squeezing those overstuffed balloons. Then, with a final glunk, the machine stopped, its internal measurer letting it know the tank was empty.
It was an anti-climactic end for what had been such an intense journey of self-exploration: the tubes clicked, twisted themselves and then decoupled from the ports, which admirably held up most of the saline stuffed into them, only about half a gallon in total slipping out before they closed up. Tara’s bust had become something that… was hard to describe. She couldn’t get up, not after that kind of ordeal, as doing so would just lead to her collapsing forwards and splattering all over the ground. Staying still wasn’t exactly the best long-term strategy, but seeing as her tits were now creaking as loudly as a ship’s hull grinding against an iceberg, there wasn’t a lot more she could do than didn’t run the risk of doing significant damage to her.
But she was smiling. It was hard to tell, given how her face was now fully obscured by her boobs, but she was, something just barely visible when using one of the side-cameras. Neither of her guests could believe it, but not only did their precious cheetah take every last bit of saline she was sent (sans the last spillage, but that was arguably justifiable), but she looked… ready for more? That was absolutely a look of hunger stamped on her face, her tongue licking her lips and her eyes narrowed and fixated on her bust. Very carefully, she brought her hands down onto her overstretched skin, wincing multiple times before finally being able to leave them there, rubbing those things in wide, circular motions. She looked so peaceful, so… at home, like it was just a size she was always meant to have. Her chair didn’t seem to think so, but it still held up for the time being, enough that Tara didn’t feel the need to move.
The chee looked back at the tank, and even went so far as to remove the cap before rolling it over close to her. She audibly whined after seeing it was empty, just before giving her person-sized tits a good once-over. Her eyes darted from her bust to the bed and then the ripped saline bags, before finally remembering she was being watched. Tara uttered a single word, one that managed to take both of the viewers aback with astounding efficiency:
“More?” | yiff-extreme |
Title: Jerinoh's Mistress, Drusilla! by theonehowl
Tags: Bat, Bisexual, Domination/Submission, Foursome, Handjob, Master/Slave, Orgasm Denial, Passion, Seduction, Wolf
Drusilla couldn't believe she was being woken up for something so stupid. She wanted Jerinoh punished and bad. If he was her slave...ooh the things she would do to him now. The little white mouse slave awoke and sat up looking around before standing. His hands pressed to the back of his head like he was taught, and head down. Drusilla looked up to the frightened creature and waved him out of the room. He scurried away quickly. Her eyes were now focused on Jerinoh's, not affected by his eyes, she was just as powerful as he. She crossed the room to the window and looked out over her land, her hand resting on a long whip that sat on the ceil. Taking a deep breath and turned around to face him. "Listen... I will consider your offer. But, you come in again, uninvited, unannounced into my bedchambers again, it will be your last time you set foot any where, and you will have an enemy. Is that clear..." She said it more of a statement then a question as she held the whip tightly in her hand.
Jerinoh watched her, not feeling too threatened, but kept a close eye on her swaying body as she walked. He nodded as she demanded him not to come into her house uninvited. He was at least slightly more satisfied with her answer then the one from earlier, but still lingered to touch her body. He could tell she was still pissed at him and it made her hotter than ever. Drusilla looked at him and squinted a little as she again crossed the room over to her bed, looking casual as she grabbed a little goblet and poured a little wine from her bed table and sipped it slowly, before turning her back to him and being a little sly. The sweat she secreted was like a pheromone, but it put the victim in a weak state to be controlled a little easier. She placed a little on her finger and swirled it around in the wine a little before turning to Jerinoh and sipping it again. She walked over to him a little and handed the glass to him. "Here Drink. Its very good..." She smiled slightly as she turned and walked back over to the window and waited.
Jerinoh was a little hesitant about drinking it, but sniffing the drink slightly, it carried a sweet loving smell, almost like Drusilla's own body. It was intoxicating. He drank the rest of it. She glanced at him from over her shoulder, and noticed him stagger slightly. Walking to him and around him, she looked over the body that made her shudder. Grinning as she put her hands on his strong shoulders and pressed her bare chest against his back and whispered.
"Listen to me.. And listen good. You are going to do as I say. I am going to hang you up and touchier you till you can't stand it any more and want you to give into me, understand?" She licked the side of his ear to the tip and smiled. She ran her finger across her chest getting a few more drops. She knew it would take a little more to get Jerinoh. Running her wet fingers crossed his lips and gently biting his neck, she felt his knees buckle and get a little weak. She grinned pulling back from him and snapping her fingers for her own twin bulls. They came quickly and looked to their mistress. "Tie him up. Be soft though." She grinned as she watched them take Jerinoh and tie him from the ceiling. His arms spread as well as his legs. She had them strip him down first. She wanted him exposed, like her own play thing. They finished and moved away until they were needed again. "Mmmm... Very good..." She moved closer to Jerinoh and grinned. She clawed his chest slowly as she walked around him.
Her juices didn't last long on him and she knew it wouldn't, but it was just enough for her to get him where she wanted him. Jerinoh blinked a few times before coming out of his little dream state and realized where he was. Struggling a little from the bonds and growled at her. "Let me down... This was nothing to our agreement..." He snapped at her, his hackles rising and his brows furring.
Only grinning as she walked back around him she let out a soft purr. "Mmmm.. Let me tell you something.. This was never in our agreement, yes, but this is my own fun. I want you on my own terms, not yours. I want..." She leaned into him, her bare breasts pressing against his chest as she leaned into his ear and whispered her own desire, "...to make you squirm..." Grinning as she pulled back slightly, her hips pressed tightly against his, feeling him slowly grow erect. Smirking slightly as she clawed down his chest a bit before pulling back. She watched his eyes roll back in his head as he savored every erotic word she whispered, every touch... And every torture... He could barely last around her.. but he quickly snapped back into reality.
"You might just regret ever taking me... with out my consent." He smirked back at her as his eyes studied every move and curve of her body. "I see from the look of things, I already have your consent." She grind as her hands went tight around his now fully erect member and pulled lightly, making a loud moan escape from his lips. He breathed and made a slight sneer. "See.. I think I will have fun with you as if you were my own personal sex slave... What do you say to that oh Great Jerinoh..?" Grinning again as she began to gently jerk him off and tease his cock over and over again. Making him completely wet with his own pre cum. "S-stop... please..." Jerinoh whimpered, pleading for this to stop. But Drusilla didn't, she was having too much fun.
"I really don't think you want me to, now do you?" She said teasingly, as her hand came off his now throbbing cock and licked her hand clean, moaning softly at his taste. She walked around his body again, only to stop behind him as she wrapped her arms around his warm furred body, pressing her own against him. Leaning up and purring out as she spoke. "I want you to beg.. I want you to beg me to cum. And when I finally let you, I want it to be hard and a lot. Do you understand?" Her voice was like a control over his mind. He wanted to be free of this enchantress, but he also wanted to touch her and ravish her in so many ways, over and over again.
His voice was gruff and staggered, "N-no.. I will not beg you.." He moaned out as her now long tail slowly moved up between them, and over his tight rear, before squeezing his balls, making him only cum a little more.. Grinning she coated her tail in his juices and slid her tail back up between his ass cheeks, lightly playing with his tail hole.. "What was that..? Tell me. Tell me that you want to cum. Beg me. Do it now. Or you'll just have to stay this way till I can break you of that dominant façade you so cherish..." Her tail played a little harder on his spot as he whimpered again.
"N-No... I.. I can't..." He panted harder and harder with the feeling of her tail digging into the tight hole. Clawing harder at the restraints that held him up, wanting to get down, but only to turn on her and do what she was doing to his body now. It didn't stop. The pleasuring madness that she pushed on him... He felt like he was going to explode. "Now now.. Come on.. I Can feel that you don't want me to stop.. Now, just do it once." She grinned as her tail pushed all the way into his hole. Feeling him buck forward a little and then relax slowly against her. Her voice was driving him over the edge; he couldn't resist her any longer. He wanted it.. So did she. She wanted to him to call her Mistress... But she wanted to be close to him as well. There was something there that only he could give her. And she felt it in her stomach. She wanted him more then ever now as she slowly began to move her tail in and out of him. Not only physically but more...
Clawing harder at his chest and pressing her chest against his back, her tail moved faster and harder, feeling him tighten and gasp, it made her wet between her thighs and drunk with power. Panting in his ear slightly as she moaned out words. Almost incoherent but just a different language, he understood it well and fell hard for the words. Letting out moans and grunts before finally giving in. It hurt to do so, but then it felt SO good to. "OH Mistress... Please.. Let me cum... Let me cum all over your body." He panted out, gruff and shivering. It was something that couldn't be avoided, and they both knew it.
Moaning with her triumph she forced her tail in harder as she began stroking his hard cock. It was as if she was having her own orgasm with just hearing those words come out of him. Her twin bulls were summoned with a snap of her free hand and they jumped into action. Domino came up behind her and layed down under her spread legs as he began to lick and suck on her wet sex, making her nearly moan and cum there. Chronicle, moved behind her as well, straddling over his brother, slowly caressing his Mistresses body as his hard, long cock slid into her tight pussy and massaging her tail hole, as he slowly slid down on Domino's own extremely long erect cock. Letting Domino burry himself deep into the tight hole. Biting down on Jerinoh's neck as hard as she could, Drusilla drew back and panted hard against his ear as her climax rose hard and fast, feeling his cock shudder in her paws, growling as she pressed her tail harder into him. The massive orgy that danced in her room made it more erotic then she could have ever imagined. And it drove them both mad with passion and pure lust. "Cum... Cum all over yourself my Jerinoh... Mmmm.. God.. Cum now... My Pet..." Those words rolled off her tongue as if she's said them before to him. "Mmmm.. My Lover... Do it NOW!" She screamed out as her orgasm raced over the edge and pushed herself to the limit as Chronicle drove over and over into his own cum coating her walls as he grunted and clawed lightly down his Mistress' sides. Letting his brother slam deeper into his ass feeling the eruption spooge all over the two bulls. And then finally, with Drusilla's words, it drove Jerinoh over the edge, as he threw his head back onto Drusilla's neck, exposing his, letting her bite down harder and harder till she drew blood. Tasting his copper warm blood drizzle onto her tongue and hearing his moan out louder with a final thrust into her hand, cumming all over, in long thick streams of a white sticky mass. Coating her paw, his chest and anything else that was in the way.
Drusilla, panting very hard into Jerinoh's neck, snapped her fingers and the bulls stopped as they slowly pulled away and out of her. Her ass, pussy and hand was covered in nothing but cum. It was more then she could have imagined and loved every moment of it... Panting and resting against Jerinoh a little as she slowly pulled her tail out of him and moved her hand back to her side before licking off his taste... Moaning a little as her orgasm finally subsided, and moved away from Jerinoh, letting her bulls move back against the wall where they were left to clean themselves up. She walked around her plaything, looking over her handy work, grinning with satisfaction at what she could make this all mighty Jerinoh do with just her touch and pleasure. Sighing slightly in relief as she sat at the edge of her bed, snapping her fingers as her little mouse boy came back in and looked to his Mistress, "Yes my Mistress?" "Let him down and unshackle his feet. I think he's had enough for one night." Grinning as she crossed her matted, cum-covered legs as she watched the mouse boy struggle to get Jerinoh down, but finally achieving it and stood against the wall, his arms behind his head, and head down.
Jerinoh stood there for a moment, still holding on to the empty bindings above, he breathed hard to gain back his posture, before standing fully and grinning to her. "Is that all you've got.... Mistress...?" He said with a growl, before walking over to her faster then she could blink and had her pinned down before she could do much of anything, spreading out her legs and pressing his once again hard cock against her slimy wet opening. She struggled to get away from him and wanted him away. She was powerless now as he leaned forward and bit down on her neck as she did his, but only taking one try to break the skin, letting her sweet taste be sucked into her mouth. The tip of his erect mass teasing at her swollen clit, as he grind and teased her, more and more, biting harder and harder each time.
Now it was the Mistress Drusilla that was under his attack and unable to get free. She whined and moaned; twisting and writhing under him, trying to make the feeling of more orgasms subside. Growling as she was clawing at his hands. He pulled back, muzzle blood stained as he grinned down to her. "Now who will you be calling Master? My mistress..." He moved down and kissed her hard, then moved to her supple breast and bit just above the nipple and drew more of her into his mouth, wanting to taste her, but differently. Screaming out in pleasure, she finally pushed him back as he suckled on her, "NO!" She growled, but wanted it so badly...Wanted him deep inside her wet hot sex. But not this way... Before he came back or was able to say anything, a young female cheetah burst through the door way in a panic, not only with grave news but scared that she might get severely punished for not coming in with out connect.
"M-my Mistress and Master... You must come... Your territories are being invaded. By whom I'm not sure of. But it is bad." She panted a little bowing her head.
Jerinoh and Drusilla looked to each other before bounding for the door, and out on the roof in no time. Sure enough, their city was being attacked. Slaves and innocents being attacked left and right.
"DAMN IT! I knew something wasn't right." Drusilla yelled as she turned to Jerinoh. "It was you, wasn't it..? You wanted this to happen..?" She growled as she clawed at his face before she turned on her heel and went back to her room to clean up and change, leaving Jerinoh on the roof.... | FSE |
Title: El otro trozo de mi corazón by Alfred Sherford
Tags: Anal, First Time, Gay Relationships, Lion, M/M, Oral, Spanish Language, Tiger
El amor es un sentimiento bastante curioso, y mucho más el modo en que se presenta. Cada persona tiene la oportunidad de darle la definición que desea, la forma en que quiere expresar su amor, pero en especial a quien se lo quiere expresar. Hay quienes viven para amar a la naturaleza, otros que viven para amar a Dios, la mayoría siguen lo que se considera amor normal: entre un hombre y una mujer. Sin embargo, yo soy uno de los que lo tomo de un modo curioso: entre un hombre y otro hombre. Mirando por la ventana del autobús, rumbo al DF, pienso en lo duro que será vivir lejos de casa. Aunque no era de mi agrado estar con mi familia, pues considero anticuada su forma de pensar, y mucho más su comportamiento. Liberarme de ellos y entrar en un nuevo ambiente me hacían sentir capaz de liberar todo mi potencial. Lo malo es que sería un cambio radical en la vida que llevaba antes. Muchas cosas tendre que hacerlas por mi cuenta, cosas que antes no pensaba que fuera a hacer. Sin embargo me mantengo tranquilo. No me rindo fácil, y esa no sería la excepción. Quien diría que ese espiritu de lucha me daría lo más preciado que ahora tengo en mi vida.
Al llegar a la central de autobuses, espero que toda la gente se baje. No es agradable para mi caminar entre la multitud. Cuando ya todos se había ido, me eche mi mochila al hombro y baje. Una brisa paso frente a mi cuando baje. Yo, un león de 18 años, 1.60m, de lindos ojos entre cafes y negros, larga melena que llega hasta debajo de mis hombros, garras grandes y listas para atacar. Mi pelaje amarillo brilla con la luz del sol. Mi melena se agita suavemente con el viento. Sonrío. Me siento libre. Me apresuro a tomar mi equipaje y entrar a la central. Había quedado de verme ahí con un amigo que ya tenía bastante tiempo de conocer. Avance entre la gente, atento. Checo el reloj, ya son las 3:50pm. Bajo mis orejas algo triste. --Dijo que estaría aquí diez minutos antes. Supongo que tendré que tomar un taxi. --Víctor--escuchó a alguien gritar tras de mi. Al voltear veo entre la gente a un alto tigre siberiano, de casi 1.80m. Su pelaje blanco brilla con tal intensidad, que resalta entre el montón de gente. Sus ojos verde "aguapuerca", como el suele decirles, me dirigen una mirada dulce y relajante. Algo gordito, cosa que a él no le importa mucho. Un tigre bastante dulce. Corro hacía el, para darle un fuerte abrazo una vez que lo tengo a mi alcance. Siento sus fuertes brazos recorrer mi espalda en un reconfortante abrazo. Su calor me invade. Su fuerza me atrapa entre sus brazos. Pero en ese momento, no se llega a nada más. Nos separamos y lo miro a los ojos. --Nacho, que gusto verte por fin. --Lo se, igual yo. --Creí que te habías olvidado de mi. --Ah jeje, discúlpame. Si llegue diez minutos antes, pero me dio hambre y fui a comprar algo. --Ah vale, no hay problema--miro en todas direcciones-- ¿Y Alberto? --No pudo venir, tiene mucho trabajo en la escuela. --Ya veo. Bueno, lo veré en la casa. --Si. ¿Y como estuvo el viaje? --Tranquilo, casi nos volcamos en una curva, pero llegamos bien. -- ¿Qué clase de chofer contratan aquí?--se oye bastante indignado. --Tranquilo Nacho, no paso nada. Aun así, no pienso tomar de nuevo ese autobús. --Vale, pero deberías quejarte de el. Me rio ante el comentario. Después seguimos platicando mientras caminamos hacía la salida.
Conozco a Nacho desde hace mucho. No es el único amigo que tengo en el DF. De hecho le pude pedir a oro amigo que me hospedará, pues Nacho también le pidió a alguien que le dejará vivir con el. Sin embargo, cuando le dije que me iba al DF, me pidio que aceptará quedarse donde el se estaba quedando. Insistio tanto que acepte. Lo malo es que viviría en la casa de mi futuro enemigo: Alberto, el "novio" de Nacho. Su casa es grande para los tres. Apenas entrar esta la sala, con un televisor de plasma en la pared. A los lados hay dos libreros con libros sobre dibujo y otros temas. En uno esta un estereo de estilo bastante futurista, delgado de color azul. Es bastante caro la verdad. Paso al comedor, donde hay una mesa pequeña de caoba. Después esta un pasillo que lleva a las habitaciones. Nacho me guió a la mia, una habitación con una cama individual y un baño. Dejo mis cosas en la cama. --Espero que te guste--me dijo. --Ya me están dando hogar, quejarme sería hipócrita. --Vale, pero si necesitas algo solo dilo. Ven, te presentare a Alberto. Camino con Nacho hacía su habitación. No niego el hecho de que apenas escuchar su nombre siento algo en mi pecho, algo que aun no entiendo. Al entrar en su habitación veo la cama matrimonial, donde supongo que han hecho bastantes cosas. Después veo a Alberto, un panda gigante de ojos negros. Se encuentra frente a su computadora, haciendo lo que parece un anuncio. Si no me equivoco, creo que estudia dibujo digital. --Amor--le llamo Nacho. De nuevo, escuchar eso, me provoco algo raro. El panda levanto la mirada y me vio--, el es Víctor, el amigo que te platique. --Vaya--se levanto y me saludo con fuerza--, mucho gusto. Nacho se la pasa hablando e ti, dice que eres bastante bueno con el. --Si, lo he ayudado mucho, es lo que cualquier amigo haría. --Vaya que si. También me dijo que vas a ser periodista. --Pues no es un trabajo bien pagado, pero me gusta. --Eso si, mientras te guste no hay problema. --Prepararé algo de comer--dijo Nacho. --Es lo bueno de tener a alguien que va a estudiar gastronomía--señala Alberto. Se acerca a Nacho y le da un calido beso--. Espero que te haya gustado tu habitación. --No me quejo. Ya están haciendo bastante con darme donde quedarme. No quiero ser una molestia. --No lo serás. No tengo problema con que viva aquí alguien más. --Vale, ire a ordenar mis cosas. Voy directo a mi habitación y cierro la puerta mientras me llevo la garra al pecho. No logro entender por que siento eso. Desde que llegue, escuchar el nombre de Alberto me causaba algo extraño. Cierro los ojos y me relajo. No se por que siento eso, pero debo mantenerme tranquilo.
El primer día paso tranquilo. Ya me había instalado en la habitación. Por primera vez probe la comida de Nacho, que es bastante buena. Pasamos un rato viendo la televisión los tres. Después cheque algunas cosas de mi escuela. Sin embargo, aun tenía en mi cabeza ese sentimiento. Era como ira, ira hacía Alberto. Veía una falsedad en sus ojos cada vez que se refería al amor que sentía por Nacho. Me pase toda la primera noche tratando de analizar por que comencé a sentir eso. No podía estar tranquilo en esa casa mientras no descifrara ese sentimiento. No tendría más opción que irme de la casa.
Pero un par de días después entre a la escuela, y mi mente se olvido de todo que no fuera la tarea. Necesitaba tomar algunos cursos antes del inicio de clases, para no tener problemas. Apenas llegaba a casa tenía que ponerme a leer decenas de libros y hacer ensayos de ellos. Sin embargo, las cosas empeoraron pronto. En las noches me invadía una paranoia, de que cualquier ruido que escuchará provenía de algo que Nacho y Alberto estuvieran haciendo. Son pareja, no tendría por que molestarme de que hicieran el amor. Pero me molestaba, y no lograba entender por que. Sentía lo mismo cuando los veía darse arrumacos, cuando se besaba, cuando hacían cualquier acción respectiva a los novios. Un día que Alberto salió a comprar algunas cosas, me quede con Nacho solo. Sentados los dos viendo la televisión, le dije: --Debe ser genial estar con alguien, ¿no? -- ¿A que te refieres? --Digo, hacer el amor. --Pues--se sonroja--, si. Es algo lindo. --Jeje, supongo que en eso debo decir que te... tengo celos. -- ¿Celos? --Si. Tú tienes a alguien a quien expresarle el amor que sientes, tú tienes a alguien. --Pues puedes encontrar a alguien. --No es tan fácil. Me gustaría encontrar a alguien con quien pueda estar toda la vida. He soñado con la pareja perfecta, y me gustaría que el fuera el primero y único amor. -- ¿Crees poder encontrarlo?--me pregunta, algo incrédulo. Miro a Nacho a los ojos, más allá de su dulce mirada. Entonces comprendo por que me he sentido así. Es verdad, tengo celos. Y si tengo celos, es por que, con el tiempo, me he enamorado de Nacho. --Creo que si.
Ya en la noche, mirando hacía el techo, tratando de no escuchar los ruidos provenientes de la habitación de Alberto. Controlo mis deseos de entrar y matar a golpes a Alberto. Me tapo el rostro con la almohada. --Esto no puede estar pasando. Es el novio de Alberto. Sería incorrecto hacer algo para que terminaran. Lo amo demasiado, perro no puedo decirle--destapo mi rostro y miro hacía la ventana--. ¿Qué puedo hacer? No quiero dejarlo, pero tampoco puedo seguir viviendo aquí, siendo testigo de la relación que tiene. Necesito pensar bien las cosas, fríamente..Debía tomar una decisión que no lastimara a ninguno de los dos. Sin embargo, solo había una: irme de la casa, y no volver a verlo.
Un par de días después, escuche algunos gritos viniendo de su habitación. Supuse que estaban discutiendo, y si, el ver a Alberto salir hecho una furia me lo confirmo. No me metí pues lo creí capaz de matarme si me atravesaba. Apenas salió, me apresure a entrar a su habitación, donde la escena me destrozo el corazón: Nacho, sentado en el suelo, llorando. Rápidamente me sente a su lado y lo abrace. Sus lágrimas no paraban de caer, y verlas me causaba un dolor horrendo en mi corazón. -- ¿Qué paso? ¿Por qué discutieron? --Es que...--me abraza como su fuera lo único que tuviera en el mundo. Ese abrazo me hizo sentir tan feliz--... no lo se... le pregunte por que ha estado llegando tarde estos últimos días y... no se por que se puso así, me pregunto si no confiaba en el, y que no podía estar con alguien que no le tuviera confianza. --Pero, tienes derecho a saber. --Lo se, y por eso no entiendo por que se puso así. Víctor, nunca me había hablado así. Algunas veces se enojaba, pero nunca me grito así. --Tranquilo, tranquilo. Se que es raro, pero quizá esta pasando por algo malo en la escuela. --Es que otra veces ha estad más presionado y nunca me ha gritado así. --Bueno, habla con el. --No creo que quiera escucharme. Es que... estos días ha estado muy cambiado. Casi no hablamos, es más rudo. Le pedí una explicación y me contesta así. Estuvo a punto de golpearme. -- ¿Qué? ¿Cómo pudo atreverse a eso? --A mi también me sorprendió. Lo miro a los ojos, a esos lindos ojos que, aun estando llenos de lágrimas, me parecían tan lindos y relajantes. --Tienes que hablar con el. Le guste o no te tiene que dar una explicación. Nacho se ve más calmado. Baja la mirada y se recuesta en mi pecho. Sentir su rostro en mi pecho me hizo latir con fuerza el corazón. Lo tenía entre mis brazos, tenía al tigre que tanto amaba a mi lado. Moría por levantarle el rostro y plantarle un calido beso en esos labios dulces. Abrazarlo con dulzura y acariciar su cuerpo lentamente, recorriéndolo por completo. Llevarlo a la cama y hacerle el amor con dulzura. --Victor--su melodiosa voz me saca de mis pensamientos. -- ¿Si? Levanta la mirada y me ve a los ojos. -- ¿Por qué te preocupas tanto por mi? Después de Alberto, nadie lo había hecho. --Bueno... eres mi amigo, tú harías lo mismo por mi. --Eso si. Pero, se que es por algo más. --No, es solo... solo por eso. --Víctor, me dices que Alberto debe tener confianza en mi, pero tú no la tienes. --Es que... --Vic, ¿Por qué? Desde que llegaste te has comportado algo extraño. Comence a acercar mi rostro al suyo. Al parecer lo noto, pero no le importó. Dejo que mis garras bajaran por su espalda, acariciándola con dulzura. --Me haces cosquillas--me dijo. Subí mis garras lentamente hacía su rostro. --Nacho, yo... si después de esto quieres odiarme... estas en todo tú derecho. --No tendría por que hacerlo. --Bueno--acaricie su mejilla. El ya sabía que iba a hacer después, pues no hizo nada por evitarlo--, yo... yo te amo--dicho esto, le plante un beso en esos bellos y carnosos labios. Lo miraba con mis ojos entrecerrados, mientras mis garras comenzaron a bajar de nuevo. Un calor invadió mi cuerpo en su totalidad. Sentí las garras de Nacho desabotonar mi camisa para luego comenzar a acariciar mi pecho desnudo. El calor que me había invadido comenzó a aumentar cada vez más. Pude sentir ambos corazones latir al mismo tiempo con una fuerza y velocidad que parecían deseosos de salir de nuestros cuerpos. Creyendo que podía pasar, lo abrace con más fuerza. Mis garras acariciaron su cintura con dulzura, mientras las suyas no se alejaron ni un momento de mi pecho. Leves gemidos ahogados surgieron de su boca. Nos acostamos en el suelo, sin parar de besarnos. Sentí toda una gama de sentimientos hermosos, y no me equivoco al decir que Nacho sintio lo mismo. Deseaba seguir con ese beso por siempre, seguir probando el dulce nectar de sus labios. Me puse sobre el y desabotone su camisa, para luego acariciar su pecho, y bajar a su barriga. En ningún momento me había sentido tan feliz que como en ese primer beso. Entonces, con lentitud, nos separamos. Lo mire a los ojos. Pude ver felicidad en sus ojos, esa felicidad que solo uno puede sentir al tener frente a él al verdadero amor. Pero también vi algo malo: arrepentimiento. Me quite de encima y me levante con el. --Lo siento, no debí hacerlo--dije --No, no te preocupes. Yo tuve la culpa. ¿Puedo... puedo estar solo? --Vale. Entonces me senti fatal. Lo hice sentir mucho peor que antes. Ahora no solo se preocupa de lo que esta pasando con Alberto, sino conmigo también. Sali de la habitación y cerre la puerta. Golpee furiosos la pared, mientras sentia lágrimas recorrer mis mejillas. Sin embargo, tampoco podía negar el amor que sentía por el, y que había disfrutado ese momento.
Ya llegada la noche, Alberto aun no llegaba. Al salir de mi habitación vi a Nacho en la sala. Me sente a su lado. -- ¿Cómo te sientes?--le pregunte. --Mejor. Ya decidi hablar con Alberto sobre lo que esta pasando. Y sobre lo que hace rato... --Será mejor que lo olvidemos. -- ¿Olvidar que me amas? --Ah... supongo que es lo mejor. Tú estas con Alberto, y no tengo derecho a meterme entre ustedes. --Vic, supongo que tienes razón, pero es que... me cuesta creer que me ames. -- ¿Por qué lo dices? --Bueno, yo... no soy una persona muy guapa, y mi carácter es algo complicado. Tú eres muy lindo, y no creo que merezcas a alguien como yo. --Pero--lo tome de las garras y lo mire a los ojos--, esas cosas son las que me gustaron de ti. --Es que no entiendo por que dices que me amas si no soy una persona que te merezca. --Es algo complicado. Al principio no te di mucha importancia, casi no hablábamos... pero con el tiempo, comencé a sentirme más a gusto hablando contigo que con cualquier otra persona. Me molestaba cuando no podíamos hablar, quería pasar todo el tiempo contigo. Después me mude aquí y ese sentimiento creció. No fue algo que yo hubiera deseado, simplemente me enamore de ti, por que eres esa personita que por años había esperado encontrar--bese sus garras--. Pero... siento que lo mejor es que me vaya. No quiero causar problemas entre tú y Alberto. Me levantó, pero antes de poder ir hacía mi habitación, Nacho me tomo por la cintura y me dio la vuelta para volverme a besar con tanta dulzura, que aun puedo sentir sus labios sobre los míos cada vez que lo recuerdo. Todo mi cuerpo fue invadido de nuevo por ese calor, mientras las garras de Nacho recorrían mi cuerpo con pasión. Al separarnos, lo mire a sus ojos, a esos ojos de cachorro que podían sacarle un si a cualquiera. Acaricie su mejilla lentamente. --No quiero que te vayas. Escucha, se que sonará raro, pero... yo también me he enamorado de ti. Creí que era algo que pasaría con el tiempo, pero me termine dando cuenta de que no puedo sacarte de mi mente. Me siento feliz a tu lado. --Entonces, entre nosotros puede... --...no. Es que, también amo a Alberto. Tienes sus defectos, pero llevo mucho tiempo con el, me he convertido en parte de su vida ya. Tarde mucho para que me abriera su corazón, y no quiero rompérselo así nada más. Lo siento mucho. --Es que... ¿Cómo puedes sentir eso por los dos? --Vic, yo tampoco lo entiendo--tomó mis garras--. Lo que siento por ti es más fuerte, pero ahora Alberto esta pasando por muchos problemas, y debo apoyarlo. Sin embargo, si no hubiera pasado tanto con el, no dudaría en quedarme contigo. Beso mis garras con mucha dulzura. Trague saliva y acaricie su mejilla. --Dame un año--me pidió. -- ¿Un año? --Si. En un año pueden pasar muchas cosas, puedo terminar con Alberto, o puedo hacer algo estupido que te haga odiarme, y puedes conocer a alguien; quien sabe, el punto es que necesito tiempo para pensar las cosas. Si en un año sigo con el, tú buscaras a alguien más. Pero si termino con el antes de un año, no dudare en correr a tus brazos. ¿Prometes aceptar lo que llegue a pasar? Me acerque a el y lo mire a los ojos. --Esperaría toda la vida por ti amor--al escuchar eso se sonroja y rió algo nervioso--. No hay problema en que te llame así, ¿o si? --No. Tampoco tengo problema en que me... me trates con cariño. Claro, sin que Alberto lo sepa. Es lo menos que puedo hacer por pedirte esperar. Sonreí y le plante un tercer beso, abrazándolo con pasión, acariciando su espalda. Se que no era el modo, pero ahora podía mostrarle el amor que sentía por el.
En la noche, Alberto se quedo a dormir en la sala, y se fue bastante temprano. Nacho se puso triste al ver lo enojado que estaba con el. Sin embargo, para mi fue una ventaja, pues en todo el día no estuvo, así que pude estar con Nacho, conociéndonos más de lo que ya nos conocíamos. Teníamos nuestras diferencias: él no paraba de decir que no me merecía, tampoco se consideraba guapo, que solo traía problemas. Sin embargo, lo amaba demasiado y no pare de decirle una y otra vez que estaba equivocado. Y así seguí por varios días. El también me ayudo a hacerme sentir mejor, a hacerme sentir amado. Me escuchaba y confiaba en mí como nadie nunca lo había hecho. Sin embargo, las cosas no iban para bien. Unos días después, Alberto lo llamo para que hablaran sobre aquella discusión. No soy chismoso, así que me abstuve de pegarme a la pared de su habitación y escuchar. Una hora después los vi salir, abrazados. Se dieron un beso y Alberto se fue. -- ¿Qué paso?--le pregunte a Nacho una vez que Alberto ya no estaba. --Me pidió perdón por lo que había pasado ese día. Dijo que estaba muy presionado por algunos trabajos de la escuela. Y que así va a estar por unos días más. -- ¿Y lo perdonaste? --Es mi novio, claro que si. -- ¿Y piensas hacerlo de nuevo? -- ¿A que te refieres? --A que si te vuelve a gritar así, ¿lo perdonaras? --Vic, ya te dije por que. --Si, pero no puede seguir usando esa excusa para siempre. En algún momento te volverá a tratar así, y al parecer tú le vas a perdonar todo lo que haga. -- ¿Me estas reclamando por que perdone a mi novio?--me preguntó casi furioso. Tenía razón, le estaba reclamando. No era correcto, estaba casi a gritos diciéndole que no quería seguir viéndolo con el. No habían pasado ni 4 días de la promesa que le hice de esperar un año, y ya no soportaba. --Lo siento--dicho esto me encerré en mi habitación.
Me pase toda la tarde y parte de la noche pensando en lo mal que había actuado. No era correcto que le reclamará así a Nacho, después de todo, Alberto, aunque me doliera hasta el alma, era su novio. Pero ya no podía seguir así, sabiendo que mientras ellos se aman yo quedo a un lado. --Vic--me llamó Nacho desde el otro lado de la puerta--, ¿podemos hablar? --Pasa--le conteste unos segundos después. El entro, con una mirada arrepentida, sus garras juntas y su cola quieta. Su pelaje se veía apagado a comparación de aquel tigre que brillaba de felicidad-- ¿No se enojará tú novio si te ve entrar? --Esta con unos amigos haciendo un trabajo. No vendrá en toda la noche--miro hacía el suelo--. Yo... lamento haberte gritado hace rato. --No me gritaste. --Claro que lo hice. No fue el tono correcto. --Aun así me lo merecía. --No, tú no te mereces eso. ¿Lo ves? Solo te lastimo. Tú mereces a alguien mejor. Me levante de la cama y lo tome de la garra para sentarlo a mi lado. -- ¿Quién dijo que no es doloroso el amor? Nacho, yo te amo, y no importa lo que tenga que sufrir ni quien me haga sufrir, mientras tenga tú amor puedo soportar lo que sea. --Vic, es que... no es correcto lo que te estoy haciendo. Tú eres muy lindo, y mereces ser feliz a lado de alguien. --Y ese alguien eres tú. No importa que tenga que esperar. -- ¿Y si sigo con el? ¿Buscaras a alguien más? --Quizá, pero no habría nadie que me cause la felicidad que tú me causas. Eres el amor de mi vida. -- ¿En... en serio? --No te lo diría si fuera mentira. En ese momento lo volví a besar. Sin embargo, esa vez fue diferente. Mi corazón latía con más fuerza, el calor volvió a invadir mi cuerpo, pero esa vez realmente quemaba. Una de mis garras acarició su pierna, mientras la otra comenzó a desabotonar su camisa. El se dejo llevar, sintiendo la misma pasión que yo. Lo acuesto y me acuesto sobre el, sin parar de besarlo, y ya acariciando su pecho desnudo. Rompí el beso para bajar a su cuello y besarlo, mientras bajaba mis garras para desabrochar su pantalón. Sin embargo, al sentir esto, se detuvo. --Víctor, basta--me quito de encima. -- ¿Qué pasa? --No está bien, no debo hacerle esto. --Pero... sabes que te gustaría. --Si, no lo niego. Pero tampoco quiero engañar a Alberto. Lo siento--se dispuso a salir, pero lo detuve, abrazándolo por la espalda, acariciando su barriga con mis garras. Pegue mi miembro semi erecto a su trasero, lo que le saco un leve gemido. --Solo una vez--le dije al oído--, solo se mío una vez, y jamás te lo volveré a pedir--comencé a desabrochar su pantalón--. Solo quiero saber lo que se siente, lo que es expresar el amor del modo más puro posible. Por favor. Nacho tomó mis garras y trato de quitarlas de encima. Sin embargo, se detuvo cuando rápidamente metí mi garra a su pantalón y tome su miembro. Comenzó a gemir. --Por favor--le volví a pedir. Lamí detrás de su oreja. Sentía su miembro comenzar a endurecerse y segregar un poco de pre. Saque mi garra y la lleve a mi boca para probarlo. Su simple sabor me excito más. --Me quedaré a dormir sobre tú pecho, ¿verdad? No conteste, pues antes de poder decir una palabra dio media vuelta y me beso apasionadamente. Ambos caímos a la cama, quitándonos el resto de la ropa que nos quedaba. Al terminar, gire para quedar boca arriba y me levante para contemplar su cuerpo desnudo. Me mordí el labio, emocionado, ante lo que estaba viendo. Ese blanco pelaje, brillando de nuevo, empapado de sudor. Acaricie su barriga y masturbe levemente su miembro. El también se veía bastante emocionado con mi cuerpo leonesco. Me volví a acostar sobre el y seguí besándolo y acariciando su cuerpo. No podía parar, solo tenía en mi mente hacerle el amor. Comencé a bajar, lamiendo su pecho, jugando con sus pezones, después a su barriga y finalmente a su miembro. Lo tome entre mis garras y comencé a lamerlo, provocándole fuertes gemidos. Seguí así, dando largas y lentas lamidas. Nacho se aferro a las sabanas, presa de una sensación placentera. Después lo metí a mi boca, lo que lo hizo gemir con más fuerza. Lo envolví con mi lengua, mientras sentía como Nacho ponía sus garras sobre mi cabeza. Lentamente comencé a mamar su miembro por completo, mientras jugaba con sus bolas. Saboreaba el pre que segregaba su miembro, lo que, junto con sus gemidos, me excitaba más y más. Masturbaba todo su miembro con mi lengua, lubricándolo. Pero de repente me detuvo. -- ¿Qué pasa?--le pregunte. --Quiero... intentar algo--me dijo casi sin aliento. Se estiro un poco y me tomo de la cintura. Entendí lo que quería: me levante y gire para acostarme de nuevo sobre el, teniendo su miembro frente a mi y el mío frente a el. Entonces metí de nuevo su miembro a mi boca, y el hizo lo mismo con el mío. Al sentir su calido aliento y su saliva en mi miembro no pude evitar lanzar un fuerte gemido. Esa era una sensación totalmente nueva para mí. Fui presa del placer, sintiendo un cosquilleo por todo mi cuerpo. Trate de concentrarme y seguir mamando el miembro de Nacho, con algo de dificultad. Sus garras acariciaron mi trasero, presionándolo levemente. Mame su miembro con más fuerza, saboreando su pre. Sin embargo, sentí de repente como Nacho sacaba mi miembro de su boca, dándole unas últimas lamidas. Creí que quería parar, pero me di cuenta que no era así al sentir algo calido en la entrada de mi ano. Solo pude lanzar un gemido ahogado, mientras la lengua de Nacho pasaba por mi entrada una y otra vez. Me costaba concentrarme en lo que estaba haciendo. Poco a poco fue introduciendo su lengua en mi ano, haciéndome gemir más y más fuerte. Jamás había pensado que se fuera a sentir así. Fue metiendo y sacando su lengua una y otra vez, mientras me masturbaba lentamente. Volví a su miembro, pero esta vez lo saque, solo dejando en mi boca la cabeza de su miembro. Comencé a chuparlo con fuerza, mientras masturbaba el resto de su miembro. Nacho siguió gimiendo, más y más fuerte. Quería devolverle ese placer que me estaba causando. Pero, por más que trate de controlarme, mi miembro ya estaba repleto de semen. Nacho saco su lengua y metió mi miembro a su boca, segundos antes de que comenzara a eyacular. Nacho se apresuro a beber todo mi semen, mientras pasaba su lengua por mi miembro. Cerré los ojos tratando de soportar ese placer, lanzando fuertes gemidos ahogados. Masturbe su miembro lo más fuerte posible, y la punta la chupaba con más y más fuerza. Sabía que el también estaba por venirse. En tan solo segundos llego a mi boca un liquido salado, acompañado de los fuertes gemidos de Nacho. Bebi todo su semen, dejando que un poco saliera de mi boca. Al terminar, limpie los restos de semen que quedaban en su miembro. Di media vuelta para ponerme frente a él de nuevo, después lo gire y lo puse sobre mi. Sus ojos me miraban fijamente, repletos de pasión. Nos besamos durante un largo rato, acariciando nuestros cuerpos desnudos, presas del placer que causa hacer el amor con el ser amado. Su cuerpo me fascinaba, cada centímetro que mis garras tocaban. El olor a sudor de su cuerpo invadió mi nariz, y me hizo sentirme más atraído a el. Tras un largo rato, subió su cintura para poner su entrada en la punta de mi miembro. Lentamente fue bajando, introduciendo mi miembro en su ano. Era la primera vez que hacía eso, y la sensación me recorrió todo el cuerpo. Me aferre a las sabanas mientras el acariciaba mi pecho, introduciendo centímetro a centímetro. Al terminar, di un leve suspiro de alivio. Comenzó a subir y bajar lentamente, para luego ir aumentando la velocidad. Lance un fuerte gemido de placer, igual que el. Comenzó a masturbarse lentamente. La calidez de su ano cubriendo mi miembro era una sensación indescriptible. Lo tome de la cintura y lo ayude a acelerar sus embestidas. Más y más rápido, buscaba causarle el mayor placer posible. Se recostó en mi pecho y lo lamió, mientras yo acariciaba su trasero. Presiono sus nalgas para causarme más placer. Fui entrelazando mi cola con la suya lentamente, mientras lo volvía a besar con dulzura. Sentía como una parte de mi alma se perdía para darle paso a un trozo de la suya, para hacernos uno solo, para que a donde quiera que estuviera, siempre el fuera conmigo. Comencé a embestirlo con más fuerza, quería que esa primera vez jamás la olvidará, que fuera la mejor. Mi miembro se fue hinchando de semen, segregando pre dentro de su ano. Ya no podía soportar más. Con una última embestida, introduje mi miembro y comencé a eyacular de nuevo, esta vez dentro de su ano. Al sentir mi semen dentro de el, comenzó a eyacular sobre mi pecho. La presión de su ano aumento el placer que sentía hasta un punto en el que creí que no podría soportarlo. Ambos gemimos con fuerza, mientras nos aferrabamos en un fuerte abrazo con la intención de nunca más volver a separarnos. El se acostó sobre mi pecho, ambos jadeando. Acaricie su espalda y bese su frente. El hizo lo mismo con mi pecho. En ese momento era capaz de hacer lo que fuera por el. Había sido mio, había hecho el amor con la persona que más amaba en el mundo. Le había demostrado el amor que sentía del modo más puro posible. Me sentía diferente, más vivo, como si hubiera renacido. Recordé todos los años de soledad, todas las noches que dormí solo pensando en aquella persona que me hiciera feliz. Recordé mi soledad, mi tristeza, el mundo gris en que vivía antes. Y ahora, tras haber encontrado al amor verdadero, todo eso se me hacía lejano, inexistente. Ahora tenía una vida, una vida de verdad.
No supe cuando me quede dormido, pero al despertar, sentí algo sobre mi. Baje la mirada y vi a Nacho, acostado sobre mi pecho, mirándome con esos ojos verde. --Buenos días--le dije. --Buenos días. Te ves muy lindo dormido. -- ¿En serio? --Si, tan apacible. --Jeje, gracias. Lo de ayer... --Fue genial, ¿verdad? --Era la primera vez que lo hacía, y fue con la persona que verdaderamente amo. Espero haberlo hecho bien. --Claro que si--beso mi pecho un par de veces--. Fue diferente esta vez. Con Alberto, lo sentía vacio, indiferente, como si tuviera otras cosas en mente. Pero contigo...--me beso dulcemente--...fue algo maravilloso. --Jamás creí que fuera a sentirse tan bien. Aunque será mejor que tomes un baño o el lo notara. --No llegará en un largo rato. Además--se acomodo en mi pecho--, me quiero quedar aquí. Tu pecho es suave y calido, y me gusta escuchar tu corazón. --Sabes que late solo por ti. Nacho sonrío y cerró los ojos. Jugué con su cabello y acaricie su rostro. Por el haría lo que fuera, incluso morir. Era el amor de mi vida, y lo seguiría siendo mucho después de la muerte.
Una hora después Nacho se fue a bañar. Por más que insistí, entre risas me dijo que nos bañaríamos juntos en otra ocasión. Comprensible. Además, 20 minutos después llego Alberto, y ver en la ducha a su novio con alguien más no es una linda imagen. Aunque la imagen de que el entrara con Nacho tampoco me gusto. Sin embargo, no podía quejarme. Después de todo, en mi mente recordaba una y otra vez ese mágico momento en que le hice el amor por primera vez. Y así estuve todo el día, sonriendo como idiota. Más de una vez Alberto me pregunto por que, y le dije que pensaba en alguien que me gustaba. Ya entrada la noche el salió. Aproveche ese momento para hablar a solas con Nacho, pues Alberto no iba a tardar mucho en regresar. --Oye Nacho. -- ¿Si? --Ah, sobre lo de anoche--me rasque la nuca--. Se que sonará mal pero... me gustaría repetirlo. No es que te lo este pidiendo ni te este obligando a nada. Si no quieres no. --Vic... es que... no voy a negar que me gusto. Sin embargo, tampoco puedo estar engañando a Alberto como sin nada. --Vale, no hay problema. Digo, no me molesta. Tú y yo no... no somos nada aun. Quizá en el futuro si, pero no ahora. --Somos amigos, y eres muy importante para mi--me acaricia el pecho--. Solo dame algo de tiempo para pensar las cosas. --Oki, si eso es lo que pides, así será. Le di un beso en la mejilla y volví a mi habitación, feliz de lo que me acaba de decir, que tenía una oportunidad de estar con el. Me acosté, cerrando los ojos y llevando las garras a mi pecho, tratando de contener la emoción. Con el paso de los días, mi trato con Nacho fue mejorando. Ya le daba regalos, podía acariciarlo de un modo más apasionado, nos acostábamos juntos (pero sin tener sexo); se fue haciendo más como un novio Pero pasadas un par de noches, algo lindo ocurrió. Nacho entró a mi habitación con nada puesto más que una toalla. Su pelaje humedo me indico que acababa de bañarse. Me quede mirando, aturdido ante la imagen. --Nacho, ¿Qué... que haces aquí? --Lo pensé mejor--se quito la toalla--. Me gustaría ser tuyo una vez más. Sonreí, para luego lanzarme en un fuerte abrazo y llevarlo a la cama, donde lo hice mío como aquella primera vez, sintiendo como mi amor por el crecía más y más.
Técnicamente, por el trato que teníamos, ya eramos novios. Cuando Alberto no estaba yo tomaba su lugar, y hacia el amor con Nacho con tal dulzura, que ninguno de los dos quería que acabará. Todo el tiempo lo sorprendía con detalles lindos: flores, canciones, cartas. Hacia todo lo que fuera por hacerlo sonreír. Pero también seguían esos celos que me carcomían el alma cada vez que los imaginaba juntos. Si de por si la simple imagen mental de Alberto desnudo se me hacía repulsiva, me mataba pensar que ese cuerpo tocará el dulce cuerpo de mi tigre, que mis garras ya habían conocido a la perfección, cada poro de su cuerpo. Ese día lo recuerdo bien, el 19 de mayo, cuando mis celos ya no soportaron más. Algo entrada la noche, Alberto se quedo dormido en su cuarto, y sorprendí a Nacho en la sala. --Hola Vic, ¿Quieres cenar algo? --No tengo hambre. --Te oyes serio, ¿Qué pasa?--se acerco a mi pero con un ademan lo detuve. --Tenemos que hablar. -- ¿Pasa algo? --Nacho, se que prometí esperar un año, pero ya no puedo seguir así. Disfruto estar contigo, besarte, abrazarte, hacerte el amor, pero me duele hasta el alma cuando se que estas con el. Nacho, me duele decirte esto, desconfiar de ti, pero a veces pienso que lo que me dices a mi es una mentira, que solo amas a Alberto. --Claro que no. -- ¿Entonces? ¿Por qué todo eso que le dices a Alberto también me lo dices a mi como sin nada? --No es fácil de explicar. Los amo a los dos. -- ¿Y como puedes amar a dos personas así nada más? --No lo se. Te dije que necesitaba pensar las cosas. --Pues por lo que escucho en las noches que te quedas con el no parece que lo estés pensando. Dijiste que te costo mucho trabajo entrar a su corazón; si llegas a quedarte conmigo, ¿Qué haras? ¿Simplemente decirle que ya no lo amas? ¿Le romperías así nada más el corazón de nuevo? --Lo se, no quiero hacerle eso. Pero no es fácil decidir. Lo que siento por ti es bastante fuerte, tenemos muchas cosas en común, se que vivir contigo me haría tan feliz. Pero llevo más tiempo con Alberto, y me he convertido en parte de su vida. No quiero terminar las cosas así nada más. Si no llevará tanto tiempo con el, me iría contigo. Vic, dame tiempo--tomó mis garras--. De verdad estoy pensando las cosas. De hecho, ya le dije a Alberto que alguien más me dijo que me ama. Desde que se lo dije comenzó a tratarme un poco mejor. -- ¿Y solo por que le dijiste? --Se que eso parece, pero ya te dije que tiene muchas presiones de la escuela. Mira, si de verdad me amas, me esperarás. --Me cuesta hacerlo, y más cuando me siento como un plato de segunda mesa. --No eres plato de segunda mesa. Eres bastante importante para mi. Para mi tampoco es linda la idea de tenerte como un amante, pero no quiero que Alberto lo sepa aun. --Vale. -- ¿Por qué esperar?--preguntó alguien un par de segundos después. Al voltear, Alberto nos miro como sin nada--. Vaya, cuando Nacho me dijo que alguien más lo pretendía, pensé en ti. Creó que no me equivoque. --Alberto, esto no...--trato de decirle Nacho, pero lo hizo callar. --Nacho, no puedes cubrir lo obvio. Escuche todo lo que dijeron, y supongo que tienen razón. --Dejame explicarte las cosas--le pedi. --Adelante, me gustaría saber como tú te enamoraste de mi novio. --Ya tiene mucho tiempo que lo conocí--comencé--. Al principio no le daba mucha importancia, casi no hablaba con el, no le daba importancia a lo que decía. Sin embargo, poco a poco me gustaba más hablar con el. Llegaba a mi casa y me alegraba ver que estaba conectado, y me molestaba si no estaba o se iba. Al principio lo tome como un gran amigo, como alguien bastante noble, que hizo algo que pocos habían hecho: confiar en mi. Por mucho tiempo fue un amigo, pero al conocerlo en persona y vivir tan cerca de el, me di cuenta de que no era amistad lo que sentía por el, sino amor. Me había enamorado de su carácter, de su dulzura, de su nobleza, de esa forma graciosa en la que veía las cosas. Se había convertido en algo bastante importante para ti. Pero estabas tú, así que decidí callar lo que sentía por el. Sin embargo, un día que discutieron, cometí un error y me acerque demasiado, le mostre mis verdaderos sentimientos, y se dio cuenta de que estaba enamorado de el. Entonces, me pidio que lo esperará, que esperara a ver lo que pasaba en un año. Se que estuvo mal lo que hicimos, pero no podía seguir esperando. Si te vas a molestar con alguien, que sea conmigo. --Pues... Victor, se que me ves como un enemigo, por que eso soy. La única razón que te impide estar con Nacho. Sin embargo, debo decir que con muchas razones tú mereces a Nacho. Estos días me he distanciado mucho de el. El hecho de que tenga mucha presión por la escuela no es excusa para que solo este unas horas en casa. Muchas veces mis amigos me lo han dicho, "habla con Nacho", ¿Por qué? Por que a pesar de estar con el, no le doy la atención ni la felicidad que el necesita. A pesar de estar con el me sigo sintiendo solo. Contigo, se que el tendrá toda la felicidad que necesita. Yo solo estorbo aquí. --No, yo desde un principio no debí meterme en su relación. Si me hubiera quedado callado esto no hubiera pasado. --Pero a final de cuentas iba a pasar, por que yo no merezco el amor de Nacho. ¿O si? Voltea a ver a Nacho, pero él no esta. En la mesa hay una nota: "Victor, Alberto, no se en que pensaba cuando creí merecer el amor de alguno de los dos. Sigan su vida sin mi. Nacho." En ningún momento me di cuenta de cuando se fue. No se en que pensó Alberto, pero yo sali corriendo de la casa. Había comenzado a llover, y eso nublaba mucho mi vista. Corrí entre la lluvia, buscando a cualquier tigre blanco. Pero no encontraba a nadie. Las calles estaban desiertas, ni siquiera un auto pasaba. Ya estaba totalmente empapado, pero no iba a dejar de buscar hasta encontrar a Nacho. Después de haber recorrido 5 calles, en una parada de autobús, vi su pelaje blanco brillar. Me acerque corriendo a el, pero al llegar, en lugar de abrazarlo, me sente a su lado. -- ¿No crees que te puede hacer daño esta lluvia?--le pregunte. --Ya nada me puede hacer daño. Es mejor que tú te cubras. --Pues si tú no vuelves a casa, yo tampoco--lo abrace--. Me quedare aquí, contigo. --Pero... te puedo hacer daño. --Claro que no. Tú amor me da fuerzas, y jamás me lastimarías. --Vic, por favor, solo te he hecho daño. Tienes razón, no te di importancia, no merecías que te tratara como un amante. Mereces a alguien que te valore, no a mi. --Pero te amo, y eso es lo único que me importa. Por favor Nacho, no me dejes. --No te dejare, te ayudare a buscar a alguien más, a alguien que te merezca --Pero quiero que esa persona seas tú. Solo tú has logrado cautivar mi corazón; eres esa otra mitad que por años había buscado--lo tome de las garras--. Quiero pasar el resto de mi vida a tú lado, compartir contigo todo. Quiero ser más que un amigo, ser aquella persona que te ame por siempre. Acarició mis garras, para un par de segundos después hincarse frente a mi. -- ¿Quieres... quieres ser mi novio? --Me ganaste la pregunta--lo levantó--. Si, si quiero ser tú novio--lo abrazo con fuerza mientras le planto en esos dulces labios. Deseaba en ese momento fundirme con el en un fuerte abrazo, hacerlo mió en ese momento, incluso partir mi corazón y darle un trozo para que fuera suyo por siempre. Por mi mente circularon todos y cada uno de los momentos que había pasado desde el momento en que lo conocí, vi como mi amor por el fue creciendo más y más. No quería que ese momento se acabará, deseaba seguir, abrazarlo, besarlo, hacerle el amor. Pero lentamente, sin dejar de abrazarlos, nuestros labios se separaron. Lo mire a los ojos y pensé en todo lo que estaba por pasar con el, ahora como novios. --Te amo. --Yo también te amo--le conteste--. Ahora tengo todo lo que necesito en la vida--le acaricio la mejilla. --Será mejor que volvamos a casa o nos vamos a resfriar. --Bueno, puede ser una buena opción para quedarme todo el día en cama contigo. Se sonrojo ante la propuesta. Lo abrace y comenzamos a caminar entre la lluvia. No nos importaba mojarnos, pues ya estábamos juntos, para nunca volver a separarnos. Recargue mi cabeza en su hombro y entrelace mi cola con la suya, mientras miraba el largo camino que ahora teníamos por delante. Al volver a casa, vimos a Alberto en la cocina tomando café. Se asusto un poco al vernos empapados. Corrió al baño y volvió con dos toallas, que nos dio para que nos secáramos. --Solo a un par de idiotas se les ocurre salir con esta lluvia--nos dijo. Nacho y yo nos reímos. --Lo que uno hace por amor--le conteste. --Eso si. Mírame a mí, creí que podía amar a alguien más, pero veo que no se pudo. --Alberto, tenemos que hablar sobre eso--le pidió Nacho. --Es lo mejor, y tiene que ser en privado. --No, yo no tengo nada que ocultarte. Quédate. --No está bien. Esto lo deben arreglar en privado. Te espero en la habitación. Y tenía razón, lo que Alberto y Nacho tenían que hablar era algo privado, y no era correcto que me entrometiera. Entre en la habitación y me quite toda la ropa mojada para cambiarme. Me acosté en la cama boca arriba, pensando en lo que tenía que hacer. No era correcto que siguiéramos viviendo en casa de Alberto, y supuse que Nacho estaba de acuerdo conmigo. ¿Por qué sentía que ya llevaban horas hablando cuando solo habían pasado 15 minutos? La ausencia de Nacho me estaba matando. Y mis dudas volvieron junto a una paranoia asquerosa: pensé que habían vuelto y que se estaban poniendo de acuerdo para tener una relación secreta como yo lo hice. No, Nacho no me haría algo así. Pero la duda de no saber lo que pasaba me mataba: no había gritos ni nada. No podía soportar más. Me levante, pero justo en ese momento entro Nacho. -- ¿Por qué te levantaste tan apurado?--me pregunta con una sonrisa en el rostro. --Ah, por nada, no es que quisiera escuchar de lo que estaban hablando. --Yo te dije que te quedaras--cierra la puerta y me abraza--. Leoncito chismoso. --No soy chismoso, soy periodista. --Da lo mismo--paso su garra por mi melena. --Pero dime, ¿de que hablaron? --Chismoso--me avienta a la cama y sienta sobre mi pecho. --Escuche mi nombre varias veces. --Muchas veces amor. Más que nada le pedí disculpas por haberlo ilusionado así. Es decir, le dije que pasaría el resto de mi vida con el, y ahora la pasare contigo. Me explico que el también tuvo algo de culpa, y que a pesar de estar conmigo se seguía sintiendo triste. -- ¿No se molesto contigo? --No, que va. Al contrario, le alegro ver que estábamos juntos. Dice que eres muy lindo, muy atento, y un buen novio, que me dará la atención y el amor que necesito. -- ¿Y que hará él? --Pues... no me dijo. Le dije que podía echarle la garra para buscarle una pareja, pero no acepto, quiere acabar su carrera antes de encontrar a alguien más. Supongo que tiene razón. Aunque me siento mal por haberle hecho esto. --El estará bien amor. --Lo bueno de todo es que ya voy a poder estar con la persona que amo--se acuesta y me besa--. Ya podré decirte abiertamente y sin pena lo mucho que me encantas. --Igual que tu a mi. Solo que tenemos un problema. -- ¿Cuál? --No creo que sea buena idea seguir viviendo aquí. --Lo se. Pareceríamos un par de gorrones, aunque paguemos la renta. --Aparte de que sería incomodo besarte frente a el. Mira, tengo bastante ahorrado, lo suficiente como para pagar un depa chico, por un tiempo, mientras consigo trabajo. -- ¿No podemos quedarnos mejor con un amigo? --También es buena idea. Esta mi hermanote Serra, supongo que no le molestaría que nos quedáramos por un tiempo en su casa. Le llamaré mañana. --Vale. Por mientras, quiero disfrutar tranquilamente esta noche--me beso el cuello. --No estarás pensando en eso, ¿verdad? --No lo se. Tú dime. Después de todo, ya somos novios, no tiene nada de malo. --Pues si es lo que estoy pensando--lo giro para quedar sobre el--, me va a gustar mucho. Y sin decir mas, le plante un calido beso mientras desabrochaba su camisa, listo para hacerlo mio una vez más.
Al día siguiente puse las maletas en la entrada. Ya habíamos platicado con Alberto sobre eso, y aunque no estaba muy de acuerdo, acepto. --En serio, no tengo problemas con que se queden aquí--nos dijo. --No es correcto, ya te hemos causado muchas molestias--le contesto Nacho--. Es lo mejor para todos. --Vale. Pues entonces, nos vemos después--le da un abrazo a Nacho. --Cuídate mucho. --Igual tú. Vic, cuidalo, puedes decir que si, pero en realidad no tienes idea de lo valioso que es este niño. No cometas el mismo error que yo --Tranquilo, no lo dejare ni un momento solo. Dicho esto, nos despedimos con un abrazo, para luego tomar las maletas y salir de la casa. Ya había hablado con Serra y no tenía problema con darnos hospedaje por unas semanas, mientras encontraba otro departamento que pudiera pagar. Abrace a Nacho, pensando en que apenas hace unas horas habíamos unido nuestras vidas para nunca jamas volver a separarnos.
Miro hacía el techo. Ya hace un año de eso. Tantas cosas han pasado desde el día en que acepte ser novio de Nacho. La verdad, puedo decir que desde ese día he estado viviendo realmente. Antes de conocerlo nunca había sentido tanta felicidad estando con alguna persona, pero ese sentimiento me invadio y me lleno de vida en el momento en que lo vi por primera vez, y ahora me he hecho adicto a esa sensación de felicidad, a esa alegría que me transmite con cada día que pasa. Lo miro, acostado sobre mi pecho, durmiendo tranquilamente. Disfruto de verlo dormir así, sobre mí. Se ve tan tierno, tan apacible. Acaricio su frente. Lentamente el se va despertando. Se talla los ojos y me mira. --Buenos días dormilón--le digo. --Buenos días amor. ¿Qué haces despierto? --Pensaba. -- ¿En que? --Tontito, hoy es veinte de mayo. Hoy cumplimos nuestro primer año juntos. --Lo se bebe. Feliz aniversario. Hoy hace un año que empecé a vivir realmente. Tengo al leoncito más lindo del universo. --Y yo al tigueshito más dulce que puede existir--le doy un calido beso mientras lo giro para quedar sobre el. Acaricio su pecho y su cuello, mientras mi lengua juega con la suya. Este día, puedo sentir como todo el amor que siento por el resplandece de un modo difícil de explicar. Siento que puedo hacer cualquier cosa, la que fuera, sin tener algún impedimento. Al romper el beso lo miro a sus dulces ojos verdes--. Te amo tanto, y no paro de agradecer todos los días que me hayas dado la oportunidad de entrar en tú corazón. --No era necesario amor. En mi corazón siempre hubo un espacio con tú forma, que esperaba ser llenado. Ahora te tengo a ti, y me siento completo. Moriría el día que me dejaras. --Ese día jamás llegará. Yo también comencé a sentir la verdadera felicidad desde que te conocí, y renací el día que aceptaste ser mi novio. Hoy ya tengo un año de verdadera vida, y no quiero que esa vida cambie nunca. Quiero tenerte a mi lado por siempre. --Por siempre estaré aquí amor. Solo espero poder seguir tratándote como te mereces, porque no quiero que algún día llegues a sentirte mal por algo que haga. Tampoco quiero perder la vida que tengo a tú lado. --No la perderás. Mi lugar esta aquí, entre tus brazos, donde tengo una fuente de felicidad infinita, donde me siento realmente seguro. Nunca dejaré de amarte. Y con otro dulce beso nos volvimos a unir. Este día he cumplido un año a lado de la persona que realmente me hace feliz, y se que habrá muchos más por delante, una vida entera a lado de la persona que más amo en este mundo.
Amor, con este cuento te expreso lo que siento. No es exactamente lo que paso, pero suena más lindo jeje. Espero que te guste, pues aunque no es exactamente lo que paso, si es un acercamiento a los hechos que hace ya un año nos unieron para siempre. Te agradezco tanto que hayas seguido conmigo durante todo un año amor, pues aunque nos han hecho daño tratando de separarnos, e incluso yo más de una vez te he herido, el amor que sientes por mi es mucho más fuerte, y por eso has perdonado a este torpe león que a cada rato metía la pata. Pero el amor que siento por ti me ha hecho cambiar, y por eso me he hecho alguien diferente. Te amo, te amo con toda mi alma bebe. Durante todo este año me has hecho crecer con el amor que me das. Cosas que antes odiaba de mi las he hecho a un lado, deje atrás al joven frio y antipatico que antes era, para ser alguien nuevo, alguien mejor, y todo gracias al amor que me has brindado desde hace un año. amor, jamas te dejare de agradecer | FSE |
(F tf feral goat tf hybrid goat/woman)
Nancy Dewrain is a rather cute and chubby woman. Her hair a very dark brown and eyes dark blue like the deep ocean. She has quite the belly on her, divided by a round fold where her belly button is hidden, and her fingers are like little sausages. Her weight also gives her meaty thighs capped with a round butt, and her chest adorned with weighty natural H cups that stick out just as far as her belly does!
Nancy ran into some trouble not too long ago however- her home town of Lockwood was hit by a large landslide that buried a quarter of the town... her house unfortunately is among the ruins. Unable to afford an entire new house she had to scramble to look for alternatives to find money. She came across an unusual ad for human test subjects for a company called RHE. It was rather shady- and every attempt to find any information at all on RHE only resulted in her finding other people asking the same questions she was. Figuring she had nothing to lose anyway, she still contacted them and to her surprise three agents appeared the next day at the shelter she was staying at with other victims of the collapse. Honestly most of what they told her went over her head, but they used a lot of fancy science terms and magical references so it sounded like they knew what they were doing. She had to sign a mountain of paperwork, so ended up reading almost none of the papers she was made to sign.
Human testing falls into a grey area in the law in most cases- so to avoid trouble RHE just operates entirely in secret. In order for this to work, Nancy was essentially signing away her body to them for the duration of the test... except if the test works, she will be changed permanently... so the test is never really over. The downside to that is that she has to live on their private island of RHEI, so that the outside world cannot find out what happened to her body. The upside to that is she is indefinitely under RHE's care; they will provide food, shelter, and basic needs for her for the rest of her life. Given her situation in the outside world... sounded like as good of a solution as any. She brightened even more when she was flown to the island in a helicopter and actually seen the island from above! It is a paradise! She was expecting a small nowhere island with a single research building. The main complex itself is huge but the island dwarfs it many times over! The island is bordered by around twenty ice-capped mountains shielding it from the outside world, while the valley between is covered in plains, flower meadows, and forests. And she gets to live here forever for FREE, and never have to worry about money again? Shit- she didn't care if they mutated her into a blob of organs, this was still a sweet deal.
Two women actually signed up at almost the same time. Nancy was designated TS17 by RHE as its 17th test subject, while the other woman- Elena- was designated TS18, even though they technically arrived at the same time.
The older researcher named George was in charge of giving Nancy her injection to start the transformation first, and sat her in a sterile, rather dark room while he placed several smaller tinctures into a mixer to blend them.
"So, you will be receiving caprine genetics, to see how they mingle with your human genes."
"Isn't caprine a constellation?"
"Eh-? That is Capricorn... I- you- goat. You are getting goat genes." The machine stopped shaking and released its grip on the final tincture, so he could slide it into the syringe. "Anyway... oh now I forgot where- oh yes! The goat gene density should result in a half and half, so you will gain a fair bit of animal traits if this goes well, but hopefully still retain enough humanity that it should not interrupt your day to day life in any way."
"So... will I grow and udder??"
George just shrugged. "We don't know. A goat has a two segment udder- so you might gain an udder, but because of the number it may also just add those traits onto the two mammaries you already had by default. That is part of the test- finding out which one the mix leans toward. We have never used goat or sheep traits yet, but you are the 17th subject so we are confident in this test going smoothly, whatever form it results in."
After getting the injection George went to lead her out and Elena entered the room at the same time they were exiting and almost walked straight into Nancy! Elena was being led by the researcher; Gratory.
"H-hey watch where you are going!"
Elena blushed brightly. "Oh sorry, I uh..." She is a very beautiful woman, and almost colliding with her also made Nancy blush.
Gratory sighed, placing a hand on Elena's shoulder to help guide her. "She cannot."
"Huh?" It was only then that Nancy noticed that Elena's irises are slate grey in color. "OH! I am sorry..." Elena is 100% blind.
George lead Nancy out of the main complex and down a long grassy slope from the great plateau the facility sits on and into the valley where the homes of the test subjects are. The test subjects get the entire rest of the island to do whatever they want in! There is even television, radio, and internet access in her new home! It is only one level but modern and it has everything she would need! Once George had shown her around he left her be- telling her he would return tomorrow at noon to check on her. If she needs help before then, there is an enchanted onyx slate on the night table by her new bed that can connect directly to him in the main complex. Since George gave her her tincture; he is now considered her 'handler'.
It did not take her long to start to feel a bit bloated- but not cramped at all. It was a weight and pressure building in her upper crotch. Thanks to her soft belly, she could not see the color of her skin rapidly changing, darkening and the peach pigment fading out as it turned to a grey-pink, grey, and then charcoal in color. She did however find the two bumps as they formed with her hands. Oh! She must be getting an udder then. She never thought about such a thing before, but the idea did seem sort of hot to her. She certainly enjoyed her boobs- now she will basically have a second pair lower down on her body. All the bags with her stuff in it were piled in the bedroom- she could wait till later to unpack. For now she plopped on her new bed and wiggled up fully onto it before pulling her pants and panties down to her knees so she could feel around the area as it changed! That is when she noticed the bedroom door also has a full-body mirror on the back of it; directly across from her bed, so she can now also see her changes.
Her entire body felt a soft pressure in gentle surges, and her skin seemed to oddly be tightening? She was trying to watch her udder forming but was distracted by the pulses and looked around her body trying to spot the difference. Each surge also caused the udder to develop a little bit more. The bumps grew to nubs, to plump nipples, then fat teats and beyond! Two soft hills formed under them, lifting them even further out, and they gurgled softly as alveoli started to form rapidly within to build out the mammary glands rather than simply mold fat into the shape of them. Nancy's eyes flashed wide a moment as she realized what was happening! She is getting thinner! Sort of. Her belly is sticking out less and less, and her entire body is becoming a tiny bit leaner with every surge- while her udder does the opposite. Her udder is absorbing all the fat from the rest of her to pad itself! Oh, but she is rather plump... that means her udder is going to be VERY big for a goat.
Nancy propped herself up on the pillows at the head of the bed and half observed the udder growing into her normal field of view, and half watched it full-on from the reflection across the room. As the udder fattened up and she slimmed down- the charcoal grey flesh it was made of started to break up, creating neon pink cracks that started to widen. The bigger it gets the further it transitions from solid grey to grey blotches. The teats continued to grow too- as long as her fingers and still longer! As thick as the base of her thumb and still wider! Nancy started to breath heavily- the growth created a mild but unrelenting pleasure. Her entire body becoming thinner so rapidly also caused it to sort of feel like the udder was sucking her up, absorbing all of her into its mass- a very odd but not unpleasant feeling. Once each segment of the udder surpassed a D cup breast it became more obvious they were fused together, and not just two displaced breasts. Her teats were so long and fat at the base at this point they looked like large ice cream cones!
Nancy squirmed in place and eventually gave in and grabbed the udder itself. The skin tightened and then loosened in pulses with the growth as well and is extremely rubbery and bouncy. There is a wall of muscle that divides the two segments of the udder and creates the divot in the outer skin- it also holds the udder's shape, in spite of it being almost entirely soft, loose flesh otherwise. She caught the enormous teats in the crook between her fingers and she rubbed the smooth surface of her udder and rolled it up and down- causing the long teats to bob up and down, gently tugging on the skin with their weight. The back of the udder was so close to her pussy it was also unintentionally tugging those nerves too- remotely. Each segment bigger than a honeydew melon and still growing!
Nancy shivered at the bizarre sensation of bone welling up from her skull and pushing against the flesh- horns forming! It hurt for a few moments, causing her to scrunch up her face from the brief but sharp pain before the horns broke the skin and slid out! They quickly pulled the broken skin wide enough that the blood could not escape- but the ends of the horns are still smeared with blood which quickly turns bronze as it rusts in the open air. Her horns are ribbed, so the skin stretches and relaxes over and over from the horns getting wider then narrower as their length slides further and further out. The horns also had a strong backward curve- though their final size was not especially large.
Her udder was now larger than an oblong basketball on either side! Her toes curled from the feeling and she even thrust her hips a few times, seeing if she could grind her crotch into the back of her own udder, but it wasn't amorphous enough to squash backwards into the pocket of her crotch like that. More skin stretching into existence from the base of her groin to contain all the fat her udder syphoned from her. Because it was taking fat from her entire body all at once; the effect on the rest of her was gradual in spite of the speed at which the udder itself bloated. Soon it was like two watermelons side by side! Nancy's breasts were now dwarfed by her udder! Their weight pulled them down harder, causing them to squish out a bit against her body and thighs, but because the skin is so bouncy and taught they still remained relatively round. NOW the underside was starting to squish into the gap between her legs, putting pressure against her pussy immediately behind the base of the mass! It was starting to get hard to even reach her giant teats, because her udder was growing large enough to put them outside of her reach, without squishing the udder in to fold it onto itself. Nancy's belly was also starting to regress enough that she had a full view of the udder past it without using the mirror. Her belly button was once again visible outside of the cleft, but still very deep.
Nancy is panting and rolling the fat, squishing it against her pussy as she gently thrusts up against it. As aroused as she was- she is also nervous about it. Was it going to steal all her fat mass? Because that would make the udder so large that she would be incapable of walking.
"Hnnngh- n-naAAah! N-n-n-a-a-a-a-ah!" She sealed her lips tightly in shock of her moan turned bleating!
She moaned suddenly because her ears tickled! Their shape started to change as the cartilage thinned out inside of them. Muscle gathered in their base where they pinched more and more narrow, giving the ears a leaf-shape to them! Her ears gained the ability to pivot around, though at the moment they are being held straight out off the sides of her head, because of the pillow against their backs.
Nancy's udder finally slowed to a stop. Her figure a bit soft looking, but not at all fat at this point. Her udder on the other hand is boated and round; each segment like a mid-sized beach ball, stretched oblong. With her legs straight, the bottom curve of her udder reaches her knees, and the ends of her teats the middle of her shins! That is a LOT of weight. If her breasts were the same size, she would not be able to stand up- her torso would just fold in half from the weight. But the udder is anchored to her hips- a lower and much better braced center of gravity.
Once the udder slowed the automatic pleasure faded, but her pussy was still blushing and plump from arousal- it wasn't enough to make her orgasm. Nancy rolled over and immediately swatted the pile of belongings over so she could get to a specific bag and rummaged till she found her 'toy'. A wide and rather veiny eight in dildo! She immediately rolled back fully onto the bed and lifted her butt a bit to angle the toy in- wedging the base into the sheets so when she lowered her hips again it would go in instead of just getting shoved back. She moaned and it sounded again like an unintentional bleat. The stiff rubber veins on the dildo each plucked at her opening as it slid in, playing her pleasure nerves like guitar strings. She was already moist so she plunged it all the way in, working up speed faster than normal, since she is starting from a high arousal.
Nancy turned partially onto her side because her tail bone itched, but was too caught up in her pleasure to realize the itch is because her slightly longer tail bone was blooming into a large triangular mass of fur- a goat tail! Starting at the edge of her udder's base, fur started to grow and trail up her torso- following a thin strip up at first but spreading further outward to the sides once it was long enough. Her foot joints clicked as her feet started to lengthen, and compress into a single bone! Her nails darkened and thickened, overcoming the ends of her digits as they became tremendously wide as well- rapidly devolving her feet into small, dainty cloven hooves. Of course; Nancy had no point of reference, or way of knowing how long these test subject transformations took, to know that her own transformation is progressing alarmingly fast.
Her hands started to click and clench up without her meaning to- the body of her hand was trying to fold itself while her fingers stretched out on their own, trying to devolve into hooves as well. Rather than Nancy being alarmed by this the only thought on the matter she produced is; I need to sit up- my hands aren't moving as fast as I want right now. Her ability to concentrate on anything else dwindled quickly as Nancy's pupils stretched horizontally; like the eyes of a goat. She managed to scramble herself into an upright sit, so she could bounce her hips on the bed to piston the dildo without using her hands. Her udder helped yank her down onto it hard, and she bleat in pleasure as it felt almost as if it had grown somehow! Fur from her tail started to wrap around and connect to the growing patch on her underside, and more formed just over the hooves on her legs to reach upward too- all a pale grey in color!
Nancy's mind faded entirely into auto-pilot mode as she only bleats like a goat now. She isn't looking at anything, she is not thinking about anything, she is just bobbing on the dildo and enjoying the pleasure- that is it. A pressure built in her nose and the bridge suddenly let out a loud, hollow pop and became quite wide- which also pulled it flatter against her face, and made her nostrils wider horizontally but more narrow vertically. The cleft from her upper lip to her nose deepened, and her septum grew longer forward, putting her nose almost level with her upper lip! Nancy only balanced herself with her devolving hands somewhat against the bed, so their transformation into hooves went largely unnoticed as well. Her transformation was not supposed to interrupt her normal way of living, but removing her hands definitely would do that. She should be contacting George in RHE to examine her- but her mind was utterly blanked at the moment, and so her unusually strong transformation progressed even further beyond what was supposed to be its limits.
Her entire body started to let off quiet pops and cracks as her overall mass shrank! The dildo felt bigger and bigger inside of her, stretching the walls of her pussy out like never before, which only made her grind down on it even more frantically. Her thighs pulled longer along her body as she socket to her pelvis reshaped, and then with a powerful pop her hips themselves reshaped! She could no longer stand on two legs! The pop shook her entire skeletal structure, causing her entire body to tremble and it still could not shake her from her lust-driven stupor. Her pants and panties were already pulled down, and her frantic motion caused them to shuffle even further down her legs and they popped entirely off when her body size reduced. Her shirt was still on but now it was so big on her that the collar fell off either shoulder and caught on her elbows!
The fur was racing up her body, teasing the borders of her breasts which were now rapidly starting to tighten and shrink! Her neck popped and lengthened a bit, and then her face itself started to stretch! Her face growing out caused her to worry, but her mind still could not articulate conscious thoughts to act on her worry- nor break her desperation of trying to achieve a full orgasm. Nancy was experiencing plenty of mini orgasms along the way- her dildo felt enormous inside of her. She had not shrank that much, but when her overall size stopped shrinking, her actual vulva continued to shrink. Goats have very small genitals- and her toy was bigger than the average human... which means it is a LOT bigger than any normal goat. She did not even slide up and down on it anymore- it was so huge compared to her that it could not move, it was locked in place inside of her, her pussy naturally rippled along it, drawing it in when it clenched and back when it relaxed- which mean it was already moving the dildo as much as it was going to move without the rest of her body getting involved at all. She put her front hooves down on her udder and squished it against the bed with the full weight of her upper body.
Nancy's face started to stretch even further to the point where it was causing her entire skull to deform- her eyes being pushed to the sides of her head by the expansion of her face in between. Hard nuggets formed at the sides of her neck and then drooped down in pockets of loose skin. The dildo started to slide out entirely on its own! Her pussy was shrinking so small that it could no longer hold a dildo of that size; so even though her vaginal muscles were trying to draw it in, it was going in reverse. The veins teasing out of her was causing her pleasure to spike, making her tremble. The fur consumed her neck and then face- her entire body already covered now in mid-length grey fur. When the fur's advance touched the hair on her head; her hair started to fall out to allow the fur to take its place!
Nancy orgasmed powerfully causing her front legs to buckle, and she collapsed face-first into the bed, putting her butt into the air as the dildo was forcefully ejected from a complete lack of room! Her pussy is now too small to use a dildo anymore!
When George arrived to check on her the next day, he found the goat frantically rubbing her pussy against anything solid enough to brace against! She was still horny and trying to get off, but her vulva is too small and tight to fit anything into it! Her shirt was still on, but did not fit at all, it was just draped off her- held on just because the sleeves catch on her arms before it can fall completely off.
"Nancy? Oh... this is not good."
George attempted to get her attention but she did not respond to her name, and continued to frantically find a way to get off. George immediately brought her back to RHE- since she is now small enough to carry. They began running some close tests on her to try and figure out what went wrong. The tincture effects are permanent- so this is actually a rather large problem. She wasn't supposed to turn into a feral goat, but she somehow turned all the way. She had an abnormally huge udder that dragged on the ground when she walks but she doesn't have any mutations... so the tincture worked fine- its effects were just way too much. They did not give her a large enough dose for this to be possible.
At the very least, after running tests and providing her a goat dildo to relieve herself on- the RHE researchers confirmed her brain is still intact. Nancy still has the mind of a human- but when she becomes aroused her goat instincts take over and utterly blank all other thoughts. She cannot resist her instincts in this form, but can otherwise still think normally. After running tests on her blood they found no abnormalities, and confirmed the dose was correct. It was not till their total diagnostic test finished that they discovered the problem- her chakra gates were abnormally wide. These are crossroads in the body where the bioelectrical signals from the brain pass through- they naturally have limiters on to regulate the flow. Hers are unusually loose- which means when the tincture spread the genetic instructions through her body using mana- a form of energy- it spread faster and activated throughout her body far faster than it should have been able to. It is an irregularity so uncommon that RHE did not even think to look for it.
Unfortunately- RHE could not undo their tinctures, and even if there was a reversal process normally, none of her original genes survived to use as a base of what to return to. She could think normally but if she became hungry or horny her instincts black out all thought and she degrades to animal. And in the full body of a goat she could not operate doors, or press buttons to use a television or computer on her own. Though only two other subjects existed there so far- RHE has a secret bunker for subjects who end up like this. Unable to take care of themselves; these subjects are known as Extreme Variants. Nancy was now known as TS17-XV. They created an artificial habitat for her in the underground bunker, starting with an apartment inside of a much larger chamber within the facility- so she can feel like she is living somewhere more normal than she actually is. They grew a real section of lawn for her outside of it and enclosed the entire habitat with a holographic projection of blue sky, so from the inside it looks like it is outside. For a good many years this is how Nancy lived. She could be let out into the rest of the island, and she met with various other subjects over the years as RHE's collection of human tests grew past 100 people. They promised her to one day find a better solution than her artificial home, and escorted visits to the real island... but she did not hold out much faith. She has no human genes left to replicate from, and in spite of supposedly being working on this solution for many, many years- there was no real news on it. Nancy had all but forgotten that they were even working on it, passing off mentions of it as them simply trying to make her feel better.
Life as a goat was not bad anyways. She has a large goat dildo to pleasure herself on- suction-cupped to her wall to ride. Her gigantic udder gives tons of milk and it feels divine to be milked! The suction cups of the milking station for her are very gentle, and the suction is very targeted so it gets the milk flowing fast and strong without disturbing or irritating any of the surrounding skin. The strong jets of milk itch the inside of her gigantic teats, touching her in places that are literally impossible to touch otherwise. She leaves the bunker fairly often as well- she just needs someone else to go with her when she does. Either an RHE staff member or another test subject- doesn't matter. Since she still has a human mind, TS19-XV; Eve often invites her over with others to play board games, because Eve is an extreme variant too and lives just a habitat over from Nancy. No test goes 100% to plan; that is why they are tests. Things are supposed to go a little wrong so that RHE can learn from it. Nancy has seen some wild bodies produced over the years from these tests- dragons, horses, cows, dogs, bugs, sheep, donkey, snails, pangolin, all sorts of creatures of all sorts of sizes! But the one thing everyone had in common? Everyone learned to live with the body they end up with, and RHE does everything in its power to make their life a good one on this paradise island. So, sure; Nancy was stuck as a goat. She wasn't upset by it, she still lived a good life.
Nancy was completely confused when Daniella Seraphica approached her with the good news many years later.
"Miss Dewrain! It is time! Your copy of the MK2 Tincture is complete! We can turn you back hum- er... well, human... esque. More human than you are now anyway."
Honestly they did not know how human it would make her because the MK2 tinctures had to be super-specialized to the specific subject in order to work at all, so it was impossible to know ahead of time just how well it will work, but after over 100 test subjects; RHE had a pretty damn good grasp on what works and what doesn't. They used several human gene samples in an attempt to re-create a gene as identical to her original as possible. By using many human samples she cannot fully resemble or sync up to an existing person, and they used their advanced AI; ALUA to simulate what a mature human with those genes would look like- matching the results to Nancy's original form, to create a look-alike if nothing else. The MK2 Tincture isn't meant to turn her completely back into a human; ideally it turns her into a half n half, like she was originally supposed to be. It is fighting against artificial goat genes now though... so there is still a chance of mutation.
George; Nancy's original handler was already quite old when she originally came to RHEI, so naturally he has long since retired. Daniella is the researcher who led the research team that created the MK2 tinctures so she would naturally be the one to administer this dose regardless- which then makes her the handler for anyone who has been re-transformed. Thus far, Tolli Burganred and Julius Wingael have had their MK2 tinctures and successfully reverted to a functional state.
Nancy did not react to the news at all- it was so unexpected her brain was having a hard time even processing the information. The MK2 thing was real? They were not just saying that?! Daniella lead her up the back of the hidden bunker to a supply elevator and used that to take Nancy up into the main complex without having to take her outside. The bunker is directly below the main complex- though its primary entrance is the one that leads out into the valley. Daniella walked over the tincture mixer- the MK2 tincture already loaded and mixed while she went to retrieve Nancy.
"This has been a long time coming! Today you will finally be re-transformed!" She went to pull the tincture out but the metal tab clinked and broke off- the tiny screw holding it in vibrated loose. Daniella looked at Nancy who was bleating nervously now. "Oh- no no! The tincture is fine, this is just a handle, this doesn't matter." She let it fall to the floor. "It just pops the vial out easily, it isn't needed, I will..." She opened her hand toward the vial but it is rather deep in. "I will... just... uhm...?" She tried to get her fingers around it, but the machine was meant to let the tab pop it out for you, so her fingers could not fit around it. "Maybe get something to wedge in there and pry it out?"
Nancy was bleating even louder now, and turned to leave but the door was closed behind them, and as a goat she is unable to operate door handles. Daniella ended up folding a sheet of paper, slipping it in behind and around the vial and then grabbing either end to pop it out that way. She knew Nancy is nervous- and why not, the last time she was transformed she turned into a feral goat. But they were accounting for her wide chakra gates this time, and they had done a hundred humans tests since then! Daniella gave her the injection and then escorted her back to her habitat. The mini-house in her habitat is actually identical on the inside to the apartments the researchers themselves live in. Nancy already felt weird by the time Daniella left her again.
Her head started to feel too heavy for her head, like she was over-tired without actually being tired. Her thoughts felt like they were sinking into a thick sludge; muddled and slow. She was going to get something to drink but moved slowly and felt dizzy; her front legs collapsed on the way to the sink and she face-planted the floor. Even if her back legs gave out completely she cannot lay down belly-down because her udder is far, far too big to drop her lower half. If her legs don't hold her butt up, her tits will. Her body still responded normally but there was no strength at all behind her movements- she suddenly became weak as a newborn kitten, she did not have the strength to push her own body forward or hold herself up!
Her muscles surged in a ripple through her entire body, and then stretched! They felt plenty powerful, but only when they twitched on reflex to the transformation- not when she consciously tried to move them; the transformation was re-routing all her strength. Her front legs grew so fast they propped her up without actually using the muscle, shoving down onto the floor till the elbows held her steady for a moment before they popped out to the sides and she once again fell flat. The cannon bones on her arms shortened a bit, and her dew claws started to branch- the bones inside becoming longer and the muscle and tissue allowing them to divide further from the others as well, evolving into thumb-like digits! The hoof segments on their ends remained completely unchanged, but she could now pivot the digits out to the sides or crook them and wiggle them around on their own! The stolen mass from her cannon bone also restored some length and mobility to the primary segments, allowing them to function as incredibly large fingers. Though it still looked like she had regular cloven hooves she essentially has two fingers and two thumbs her arm now- she can hold and manipulate objects again!
Nancy bleat reflexively as her udder felt tight, starting to compress into itself and shrink! At the same time an outward pressure and gentle heat built in her chest as it started to bubble out! Her endowments are flip-flopping back, losing her udder to regain her breasts! Wait... RHE better have accounted for some extra muscle and bone strength, because her udder is many times larger than her breasts were so if they transfer at the same size she might not be able to stand up. Her butt slowly lowered since her udder was the only thing holding it up. Her legs caught on the floor, putting pressure on their joints since they aren't meant to spread like that, but just as she was about to try and shift her weight the joints popped loudly! Her legs went numb for a brief moment and then tingled back awake from the shock of the sudden internal movement! Her hips reformed! Her leg joints returned to a human shape! She can stand on two legs again!
Like a powder; her fluffy and slightly shaggy pale grey goat fur started to fall out, revealing her bare flesh for the first time in ages. Her midriff sunk in suddenly, winding her for a moment and then her ribs compressed in, shoving wider which for a moment forced her arms inward, flopping her over onto her side since Nancy still had no strength to move deliberately. Her arms started to tingle with numbness because her ribs were putting too much pressure on them, but then with a rather wet sliding sound her shoulder blades drew closer to her spine, lifting a bit as the socket for her arms shifted inward on them, drawing her arms further out and back- resetting them for a human shaped torso.
Her bleating became stuttered as her facial expression scrunched up from the feeling as her entire skull started to compress in and round out! Her muzzle is sinking back in! The fur on top of her head starts to rapidly get longer as the fur on her face and neck starts to slough off entirely! She lets out a short human sounding yell in surprise and a brief pain erupts by her temples! Bone ruptures the surface as a slight mutation arises- and she rapidly starts to grow a second pair of horns immediately behind the first pair! They are so close the base of the two sets rub against one another as the second grows out! The second surpass the first in length in a matter of moments, and also grow into a different shape. These horns grow out, then twist slowly, forming a very large loose spiral- ending with their tips facing forward again though a good distance off from her head! These horns belong on a much larger species of goat- likely a mountain goat.
Her ears also start to grow larger- mostly in length. Her eyes shifted forward again as her face continued to compact- once again causing the vision of either eye to overlap in the middle; restoring her forward vision to full rather than peripheral. Once it slowed to a stop her human face was not completely restored- but it was close. The bridge of her nose was still wider than it sticks out from her face, ending in a rounded triangular end, and the cleft in her upper lip remained connecting to its end, but it was no longer a muzzle. Even once the fur fell out and restored her peach toned skin- the skin on the end of her nose matched her lips instead which are the charcoal grey of her transformed state. Her pupils retained their rectangular shape, but the irises contracted inward, once again revealing the whites of her eyes and causing their dark blue iris to be clear again. As a goat; her iris are so wide they hide the whites... which also causes the blue iris to become so dark that her eyes looked black.
Nancy tried to lift herself but closed her eyes and bowed her head from the sensation of her ears and hair growing. Her hair was growing at an alarming speed- apparently trying to make up for all the years it wasn't around to be able to grow out. It retained an unusual softness for hair, like her fur- it also retained the grey color her fur had, not her original dark brown hair color. Her ears are becoming so long and loose that they cannot hold themselves up anymore and flop completely over, starting to look more like they belonged on a lop-eared rabbit than a goat! They became so long they formed loose spirals! The ears of a young Damascus goat! A goat that is both infamous for being impossibly angelic and cute when it is young- and abhorrently ugly when it is matured. The waddle remained on her, though the loose skin holding the vestigial nuggets tightened and smoothed out- so the waddle regressed to nothing more than a hard rubbery bump on either side of her jaw, behind the hinge. Though the fur fell out; her neck remained the same length, making it slightly too long for a normal human.
As if to help her get off the floor- her rapidly enlarging breasts shoved out against the floor and caused her to rise on their hot rubbery flesh as it billowed out bigger and fatter! Her udder is getting so small now that the remaining milk inside is being forced out for lack of room- which really isn't helping her summon any of her muscle strength. She moans and shivers from the pleasure of the milk automatically erupting from her shrinking teats. Nancy shakily managed to get up onto two hooves now- her leg joints shifted to those of a human, but the outward shape of her legs did not seem eager to change, and her hooves have made no attempt to shift back to feet. When her udders became so small that their curvature started to flatten- her fur started to grow in at the edges, eager to consume the bare flesh.
By now the hair on her head is so long it is at her thighs, but because it is soft like fur it is also very fluffy- causing it to billow out like a monstrously huge mane! Her loose spiraled ears are so long they can touch the tops of her boobs!
"H-ha-a-a-aallo? Oh! I ca-a-an talk! Oh Gods, I forgot what my own voice e-e-e-e-even sounded like."
Nancy used her new hand-hoof hybrids to grasp the billowing tit flesh on her chest. Her udders were dwindling into nothing down below but her breasts were nowhere near done growing. Nancy is still wobbly and weak, so she takes a few steps further toward the kitchen and uses the counter to hold her tits up from below, feeling her fat spreading across the cool counter top. She also realized when she had to lean over the counter a bit- Nancy's overall size has increased back to its original proportions. The fur did not seem to leave her lower body- it covered her butt and to the base of her tail in the back, and trailed a little bit higher up in the front- touching the bottom of her belly button before stopping. All the fur on her upper body however was gone now.
Her breasts were the size of small beach balls at this point, then medium sized beach balls! Their shape was a bit oblong, but the skin freakishly taught- the enhanced muscle structure of her udders transferred to her breasts as well, allowing them to hold their shape impossibly well. This gave her breasts a sort of 'torpedo-tit' shape to them. Since they had regrown from nothing- her nipples had regular flesh tone to them when her breasts first re-formed, then the pigment deepened to a neon pink instead of peach. As they grew bigger and fatter the nipple and areola darkened more to a diffused red, then pale brown, dark brown, and deeper still to the charcoal grey her udder's splotches had been! Her breasts seemed to stop growing at an immense size between a medium sized beach ball and one of those giant party sized ones- but the pressure inside of her tits did not go away. It is like they are trying to still grow, but can't. Nancy squashed them into the counter harder with her hand hooves and rolled back and forth- aggressively kneading the obese flesh.
The pressure concentrated forward when she pressed in, and erupted into her areola! Her areola formed chambers for storing pre-made milk, causing them to inflate outward into their own curvature separate of her breasts! Her nipples then thickened and grew longer and heavier! More than just the mass of her udders transferred to her breasts! Her mega-teats did not leave her. Longer and fatter than any of her fingers her teats swelled and bloated, flopping around off the end of her tits with a rhythm entirely their own. Heck- they were bigger than the dicks of any of the men she has slept with. The areola continued to inflate rounder as well, forming almost perfect half-spheres off the front of her breasts. The base of her monolithic teats became so wide they matched the curvature of her areola, turning the entire structure into a giant rounded cone! The giant tits of a goat- except adorning humanoid breasts now!
After several moments more, Nancy determined her transformation was likely done. Because the chakra gates in her body are so wide, the energy flow is very rapid- she cannot transform slowly. She trot over to the bathroom and looked at herself, a bit puzzled by how youthful she looked. Her hair was grey sure, but not a silver grey like an elderly human. It has been at least twenty years since she first arrived on the island and she was already 25 when she first arrived... she does NOT look like a 45 year old woman right now. If anything maybe a year or two younger than when she first arrived? When Gabriella came to check in on her- she explained that RHE actually did not know what her age is anymore, it is sort of impossible to calculate. Cells wear out as they reproduce- a copy is never the same as the original. You die of old age when the cells quality has degraded too far to be functional. But the transformation alters the genes- which means the cells you create from then on are entirely new- an original, not a copy. This unintentionally has the effect of reversing your age- though obviously it would not affect the other parts of aging, so it can't turn you into a kid or something- it won't reverse puberty or anything like that. So her life expectancy automatically goes up considerably when she turned into a goat... but now she has transformed a second time, once again extending it. Her actual age is no longer representative of her body's age- she is half as old as she should be, at absolute most. It is almost like a hard reset- returned back to a shape and an age from before she became an XV- to replay things the correct way.
The first thing Nancy wanted to do was run over to Eve's habitat to tell her the good news! Eve's habitat looked like a regular house for a test subject, except it's also encapsulated in armored metal to deafen outside sounds. When she wants guests- she teleports them into the house. Eve is fairly tall but not at all big- her frame is very petite. Her skin is such a pale color it almost looks white, but is covered in black splotches like a cow in spite of not having any fur. Her breasts are an extremely impressive E cup, which look all the larger in comparison to her frail figure. From the knees down her legs are shaped like a scrawny bovine, and she has a tasseled cow tail adorned in a pretty pale pink bow. The only color on her body really is the pastel pink of her udder, her nipples, and her lips and nose. The end of her nose is boxy- making it look like she has a cow's face without having any sort of actual muzzle. Her ears are huge and leaf shaped- usually flopped over because they are ultra-sensitive. Eve has an udder but it is not nearly as impressive as her breasts- the entire udder is only a bit bigger than a basketball, and the teats are chubby but quite short. She was made to be able to get an unusual amount of pleasure from being milked- to the point where she can essentially orgasm milk. What made her an XV subject however... the test also increased all sensation and all emotion. Eve is ultra-sensitive to... everything.
When Eve let Nancy in she froze up in confusion at first, not even being able to recognize her. Then her eyes started to water and she immediately collapsed to her knees bawling.
"Aaww, Eve it's okay! Calm down! Hehe~" Nancy knelt down to hug the smaller woman.
"I... I know but- but... you're so pretty! I am so ha-appy, aaaaah." It took Eve over a minute to steady herself and stop bawling. All her emotions are doubled over- so big moments are cripplingly intense for her.
Nancy had to be careful not to turn her head too fast- her second set of horns are very long and all of Eve's walls are draped in curtains of pastel colors that could get caught on the sharp tips. "I don't e-e-even know where to start! When I turned into a goat I was only the 17th test subject. Now there is over a-a-a-a hundred. I need to introduce myself to SO many people!"
Eve thought about it for a moment, crossing her arms and legs as she sat down on the floor- the floor of her entire house is covered in pastel colored cushions so everything in her house is soft. "Well I dunno about everyone. I don't know anyone who knows more than half of the other test subjects." Eve put a hand over her enormous tits, feeling her heart racing. "I am getting nervous just thinking about it..."
Nancy blushed. "Well... there was one specific thing I wanted to look into... bre-e-e-eder boys?"
Eve's face immediately turned so red it looked like she burst a vein. She placed her hands on her cheeks and made a high pitched squeak as she closed her eyes and shook her head several times.
"Y-you want sex?" She was clenched up so tight her voice sounded like a squeak.
Now Nancy blushed a bit too. "Yea... w-well, you knew about how I went full feral whene-e-e-ever I got aroused as a goat, yea? Well I want a recent memory of doing it with a hum-mm-ma-A-A-a-an...ish form, to override those memories. To help me feel more human aga-a-ain!" Since neither of them are wearing any clothes, she reached down and pat her crotch. "And as a goat I was far too tiny for any of the breeders to even think about helping me-e-e-e, so I haven't had a real cock in... literally decades."
Eve's teats blushed a bit brighter pink and stood up in unintentional arousal; her horniness can be double-dose too, so it doesn't take much to set Eve off. "W-w-well I go to Vivi, she is not only another XV she is also, well, another woman."
"Yea... I but... hmm, I remember a guy... uh... Bernard?"
"Mostly horse, two dicks that are both colossal, huge balls, muscular-"
"Yea! That is him! When I seen him though, Ma-a-a-aple was giving him a tour of the bunker. So, he is kind of with her, ya?"
"Mmmmm, well he is a breeder boy- you can reserve him. He is usually hanging out with Maple though. I think they are more friends than lovers."
"Oh what about tha-a-at Duncan guy?!"
"He is a normal human mostly- but his uh... endowments, can be whatever shape you want."
"Aaahaha, yeaaa that is what I am talking about! Now that I have a-a-a-a-a regular pussy again I wanna stretch it around the biggest, fattest cock I can fit!!" Nancy paused a moment, blushing a bit deeper. "I think spending so long as a goat turned me into a bit of a pervert..." She grinned, seeing how Eve was breathing heavier now and her blush wasn't fading. "But all this sexy talk ha-a-a-a-as gotten you fired up, huh? I couldn't leave you in this state!"
"Wuh- wait... I uh... uh... u-uhhhno!"
Nancy crawled forward on her hooves and knees and Eve squirmed back, flopping onto her back while Nancy crawled over her. Nancy placed the hoof segment that is her index fingers onto either nipple, pushing in and up to face the breasts straight up and just loosely hold them in place, then rolled the nipple around; rocking the tit flesh in a circular motion as well under them. Eve almost immediately started to squirm- all sensations are doubled, so the pleasure spikes high almost immediately, causing her to writhe in place. Nancy's even more enormous tits cradled the bottom of Eve's as well as cupping either side of her torso- the fat mega-teats bent against the cushions below. Nancy shifted further forward and bumped Eve's hot pussy with her knee and Eve immediately started to tremble! She squeaked long- raising in pitch as her pleasure kept spiking higher! Even without Nancy moving more, her pleasure magnifies itself, so her point-of-no-return is a lot lower than most people; before she just keeps rolling forward into orgasm regardless of what she does beyond that point. Before her shrill cries ascended into a scream of white-hot pleasure; Nancy kissed her, silencing the small shuddering woman! Her body squirmed violently, her eyes wide from sensory overload! All four teats on her udder and her chubby nipples on her breasts all erupted hot streams of milk at Nancy over her! Eve's body arched from extreme pleasure as she exploded in a milky orgasm!
Nancy broke off the kiss so Even could try and catch her breath, and gently pat her head as she continued to tremble. "You're so cute."
"Haa-aah...ahnn... thah-... thanks..?"
Nancy cradled Eve for a bit to let her settle back down, and then Eve insisted on letting her help Nancy with her untamed hair! Eve took great pleasure in combing out all the fluffy hair meticulously, patting it every so often to enjoy its fluffiness. Nancy told her where to cut it- just slightly lower than her shoulders. Anything more than that is just too much. Eve cut it all the same length, then helped her braid the front and looped the braids around the base of her double set of horns!
Eve giggled. "Never need a hair pin again- your horns can hold it for you!"
Afterwards Nancy slipped back out into the bunker to shuffle her way back to her place and contact Duncan, but then hesitated. She doesn't have her own house like everyone else yet- because she was an XV. Her apartment isn't very big, it would be sort of cramped in there with an impossible well-endowed guy in addition to her. Her huge tits take up almost half as much space as the entire rest of her body, so it is a bit cramped even by herself at this point. Should she just wait till RHE gets a proper house for her in the valley? That might be a day or two. She would take it elsewhere, but where? She could go to his house, she supposed, but wasn't really up for doing something like that in unfamiliar territory.
Nancy huffed in frustration and spun around- going toward the main bunker doors instead. Maybe she will just wander around outside, clear her head and maybe some of the horniness with fresh air. Before she could get to the giant pressure-sealed hanger door, a woman phased through the several foot thick metal door like a ghost! Both women were startled by one another and neither said anything for a moment.
The other woman is Mel Tranquillen- the first XV subject ever. She looks like an average, lean woman with no real curves- her chest adorned with breasts no larger than C cups. Also unlike most other subjects- she is actually wearing clothes. Black and white sneakers, black shorts with purple trim, and a ratty old band shirt that is so worn out you can no longer tell what the image on the front was supposed to be- and it has several holes in the shirt where she used to wear pins; you can even see part of her areola through one of the holes because she wears no bra. Her eyes are seafoam green and her hair a dark brown like Nancy's former hair color- and it hangs to her shoulders. Mel's breasts contain a break in the dimensional barrier between multiple universes- so normally her tits are an unfathomable size, and lactate a literally infinite supply of milk, but she can undo it with the snap of a finger and return to this state; her pre-test body. At the risk of cancelling the spell entirely; Mel cannot keep the effects repressed for too long, and she certainly cannot walk around with breasts almost a hundred times her body size when the portals are open, so generally she is suspended from the roof in her own habitat- which is a space the size of an aircraft hanger.
"How did you... walk through the door??"
"/noclip, duh." She smirked. "I just traded the superposition of another version of me that was already past the door." She looked Nancy up and down. "Did... RHE really take in a new test subject? Wow. You don't look like a XV though..."
"N-no, it is me. Nancy."
"TS02?"
"TS17, Dewrain. Nancy Dewrain."
"Aaoohh- the goat?! They... re-transformed you?"
Nancy crossed her arms under her breasts, unintentionally hiking them up and even further out from her. "Yup! New and improved, TS17-MK2. I just turned back late yesterday, so I still don't have a home in the valley."
"Well, grats. That is a platinum achievement right there."
"Maybe you can teach me how to game now that I have hands again, haha."
"Oof, yea. Just... nothing competitive- I don't smurf and I'd rather not tank my rank, heh."
"So, what were you doing out and about?"
Mel blushed a bit, glancing away. "Well... I dunno, I uh... was playing with some pervs and their dumbass conversations started to work me up, so I got this dumb idea to go hang with one of the breeder boys- ya? That is what most people on the island would do buuut I got cold feet real fast and immediately came back. I don't know any of them, and I almost never wander around outside the bunker so everyone is always surprised and making a big deal about me showing up like I am the fricken boss monster. Eh, wasn't worth it."
"Aww, but you gotta take care of your own needs too right?" Nancy blushed. "Oh- I guess you have... RHE provides you with whatever you'd... need."
Mel grinned mischievously. "Never thought I would make the horny goat blush."
"W-well I am human now! Mostly human."
Mel shrugged. "I don't need toys- I have myself."
"Your... other selves you mean?"
Mel nodded. "Infinite Mel in infinite universes- there are Mel who were not born female, there are Mel who were not even born human- heck there is a Mel in a universe where nothing can hold a permanent shape, so her body is just like... amorphous. I don't... like that universe..." She cocked an eyebrow. "What were YOU doing?"
"Getting my mind off... stuff like that. I was also thinking of ordering myself a breeder boy but... I don't have an actual house yet, and I don't wanna do it in my habitat, it would just feel weird now that I am human again. Half human again I mean. Er, I mean I was fully human before b-"
"Yea I get it." There was a long pause- both women blushing at one another before Mel spoke up. "You know... I could take care of that."
Nancy turned to her right, looking into the giant space that is Mel's habitat. "Uh... in there? You don't even have a bed, you just sleep on your own tits."
Mel took her hoof hand with a grin and it felt like Nancy had fallen through the floor! The entire universe seemed to peel away and in a flash of colored light, a new universe opened up behind her and swallowed her into it! She appeared outside on some sparse grass and would have fallen backwards but Mel still has her hand- and is holding her up by it!
Nancy looked around confused trying to figure out where they were. They are surrounded by ice-capped mountains all around them in a dish-shape... this is RHEI. There is no homes in the valley though, no paths, no walkways on the great plateau. The grassy slope that leads from the plateau into the valley is missing as well- there is just a sheer cliff! They are on the great plateau right now, where the oak tree is supposed to be, but it is also missing as well as the entire RHE main facility!
"W-wuh?"
"Time is desynchronized in this universe- this is RHEI before it was founded. RHE hasn't arrived here yet in this universe. So- Private Island all to ourselves."
Mel motioned to several large boulders half-sunken into the ground they could use to lay on. The rocks have been drinking in the tropical sunlight and were quite warm to the touch. Most of the plateau is covered in large wildflowers that have really prickly leaves- so it wouldn't be a good idea for Nancy to wander around without anything on her legs. Her hooves would be immune but her ankles aren't. Nancy climbed up and rest in the crook of two touching boulders. Her enormous tits divided themselves when she lays back and rest on either of her sides- so her arms and loosely hugging their outer curves without even meaning to.
Mel's pants just fell through her onto the ground- phasing herself partially out of this dimension to remove them without even needing to bend over. Her pubic hair is a neatly trimmed triangle- and just above it she actually has a small tattoo that is almost unnoticeable. It is just a tattoo of a lemon seed; her gamer tag is 'Lifegivinglemons'. Mel clapped a hand over her crotch and smiled as she pulled it away and the air between her crotch and hand seemed to collapse in on itself and suddenly there was an eight inch dick there! A pair of balls in a loose scrotum flopped down from the base of the dick- covering her pussy but not replacing it. Mel can channel any aspect she herself possesses from any of the infinite universes- so she can technically turn herself into anything. Hell, you can outright kill her and she won't actually die; she also has an infinite life hack.
Mel grinned wide. "Mmm... how big is too big?"
"I uh... actually don't know. As a goat I was too tiny to do it with anyone- I don't know how big I am."
"Hrm, better play it safe then." Mel tightened her grip on the shaft, compressing it a bit then slid her hand up it- altering it to be slightly less thick to start with.
Mel climbed over the blushing Nancy and had to wedge her hands in between her torso and tits in order to hold herself up. This isn't Mel's first time playing with having different genitals of course, and she thrust in slowly at first. She made micro-thrusts, edging a bit further in with each. Nancy lolled her head back with her eyes closed and moaned- it had been so long since she felt an actual dick inside of her. Being a goat made her so horny all the damn time, but dildos were her only option. Not anymore!
"Hmmmm, you can... mmm, bigger..."
"Gladly."
Mel thrust fully in and closed her own eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of sinking deeper into Nancy's soft, wet passage without actually moving her hips! The phallus enlarged and the balls grew too- sinking low enough to pat Nancy's butt cheeks with each inward thrust. The flesh also darkened though. The shadow of large, dark veins dug up her midriff from the base of her crotch and with each thrust now the foreskin seemed to somehow draw further down the shaft, like peeling a banana! Nancy realized Mel was taking from a version of herself that is a horse! She is a test subject, which means there are universe in which RHE tested horse genes on her. Thanks to her association to RHE there are many Mel's who are only partially human, or not human at all.
"Hold your breath a second."
"Huh?" Nancy gasped as a massive shadow appeared over her!
She held the gasp as the giant boobs clapped down on top of her own! Mel instantly gained a pair of tits almost twice as big as Nancy's! If she wasn't holding her breath, their falling on her would have knocked all the air out of her lungs. The wobbling of Nancy's breasts guided Mel's now huge tits to either side enough that the two women could still see each other in the valley between. In regard to her position over Nancy; Mel's breasts were flopped almost straight upward from her torso. The much larger breasts fit perfectly over the upper slope of the smaller ones- presenting their broad fronts to Nancy and casting her head in their shade! Her nipples and areola did not seem to grow with the breasts- making them look comically tiny in comparison.
Mel's dick continued to turn more equine; more length slid out of the pussy, then she nudged Nancy down by her thighs to slide it back in fully, then even more grew out- so it was like thrusting in and out except neither of them were moving their hips. What had been the foreskin peeled further back as the rest advanced forward, but it also thickened tremendously- at the halfway point it divided into two separate layers, and the rim of the inner layer bulked up to form the equine medial ring. The even thicker flesh of the outer layer pulled back to form a sheath around the very base.
Nancy let out long, breathy bleats in pleasure, feeling the glans of the interdimensional phallus changing shape inside of her- flaring wider when it draws back to grip the walls of her pussy and stretch the flesh back trying to stay as far in as possible. Even fully in, there was three inches of shaft that could not fit inside- Mel was bumping against the cervix; that is the end of the road. Mel cried out in surprise a moment and seemed to jerk upright a moment, and there was a loud pop of bones re-setting! It took Nancy a moment to realize what caused her to pause her thrusts a moment- all four of her limbs became equine halfway down.
"Did... you mean to do that?"
"No, but, it's whatever."
She started thrusting again- the now black glossy black scrotum patting Nancy's butt with every thrust. "Ha-a-a-a-a-ah~! Moaar~"
Mel raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I already can't fit it all in, what would the point of more be?"
She pulled out a moment and flopped the massive phallus onto Nancy's stomach, pointing to the edge of where the glossy layer of vaginal lube ended- not the very bottom. Nancy was hypnotized for a moment just looking at the massive thing, the fat, round veins as they pulse, how the shaft itself becomes shinier when it throbs and pulls the skin as tight as it can go, the stiff but soft bumps and dips of the equine glans.
"Can you... is it possible to make just the glans bigger?"
Mel huffed with a smirk. "Yea..." She thrust her hips forward so the dick pushed in between all four giant boobs. "Say when."
The head pulsed tight and flared, but relaxed for only a fraction of a second before pulsing into a full flare again- slightly bigger than the last. Each flare stretched the glans bigger and wider, also drawing the last tenth of the shaft wider to try and support it properly! The divot around the urethra was so deep she could not see the bottom. Each of the bumps on the edge of the corona were the size of a large bead! The urethra drooled pre and Mel kept inching forward, smearing a trail of wetness up Nancy's chest. Nancy looked completely spaced out as the glans came closer and closer to her face, and she breathed deeply and filled her lungs with its smell. Three times as wide as the rest of the shaft- it was starting to resemble an open umbrella! It was stretched so impossible wide you could use it as a dinner plate!
When Nancy finally said it was enough, she did it with a voice that was barely a whisper. She was breathing rapidly and almost delirious with horniness- it has been so long since she had a real cock and this was by far the most impressive one she had ever seen in her life regardless. Mel pulled back, pausing for a moment while the giant dick wobbled quite a bit because of how much weight was concentrated on just the end of it, then once it was steady she pushed back against Nancy's pussy. Then pushed harder, and the lips parted across it, but it still didn't go in. Then pushed harder, thrusting a bit to try and shove the rest in. The head was deforming by the force to try and fit but it was still too tight. Mel had to hook her horse hooves around Nancy's thighs and yank her down hard- finally popping inside! Nancy practically screamed from the sharp pleasure! The walls of her vagina stretched around the giant glans so tightly she was like a human condom! You could clearly see where the head was inside of her from the massive bulge on her lower body. The dick slid in, stretching her out and dragging the bumpy corona up the walls of her pussy, causing her to writhe below. Because it created an airtight seal, when Mel pulls back it feels like her cock is going to drag out all Nancy's internal organs with it- her passage actually collapses in on itself from suction.
Mel smiled, pausing for a moment before reaching down and nudging her balls as they did little hops in the scrotum, raising higher with each one. "Get ready."
"H-huh?"
In a surge a pair of phantom balls twice the size of her own appeared over hers, and then pulsed fully into reality- and then a pair twice the size of those over that! Her balls were absolutely monstrous just as she climaxed! The vacuum created by the giant flare immediately went away as the pressure reversed thanks to the cum which was also trapped in front of the glans! Nancy bleated loudly and squirmed in orgasm of her own as her gut bulged out! There was so much cum it was forcefully shoving the dick back, pushing Mel out of Nancy with liquid pressure! Mel managed to cum so hard that she rocketed herself out of Nancy in a massive burst of hot sticky goo!
Reality seemed to distort a moment, like looking at a painting someone spilled water on. Everything rapidly shifted and reformed into the image of the hidden bunker! Mel was perfectly normal again- though her pants were still around her ankles. Nancy was about to collapse to her knees still shuddering in orgasm, but Mel caught her and held her up.
"Woah there- floor is metal here. Not the most comfortable to flop over on."
"Wuh... what... what ha-a-a-a-a-a-appened?"
"Brought us back to our original universe. I may have infinite lives- but I have a limited stamina bar."
"And... this is... how you always... do this?"
Mel blushed a bit, shrugging as she pulled her pants and panties back into place. "Let's just say I am really good at first-person shooters."
By the end of the following day; Nancy had her own home in the valley. She spent the first several days just introducing herself to the other subjects around her. She has been on the island for ages now but as a goat she was never able to properly meet anyone except for a limited few who she was able to spend a lot more time with- like Eve who was effectively her neighbor.
Nancy's age and form both reset back to a proper state to just fully re-do her entire experience here on RHEI. She had gotten used to life as a full goat and grew content with that, so all of this seemed like a massive bonus to her- she had not ever expected to be 'fixed'. Her giant udder-like goat boobs still erupted a massive supply of goat milk for the island and RHE to sell. She could hold things, manipulate things and talk to people again! It had been so long she forgot the sound of her own voice. Nancy can be seen all over the island these days- as soon as she wakes up each day she wanders over to the biggest gathering of people to see what new adventure she can get started! A second taste of paradise. | yiff-extreme |
It was odd for him to be the one in charge, for once, but he figured he should try it at least once to see what all the fuss was about. After countless eons spent being Emily and Sierra’s plaything, the thought of actually being in front of the parade for once was enough to get his heart all aflutter, and his loins burning as they ached for the sort of stimulation that only domming someone else could provide.
Those were thoughts he wasn’t used to having, especially not when he was alone in a room; typically, when given the chance to do nothing but whatever he felt like, his mind almost immediately veered towards making the best out of its time by setting itself on mental images of the two goddesses lurking outside of reality, waiting for it, just waiting for an opportunity to do unspeakable things to it. Yet, that day, Kitty felt entirely different: rather than wanting to mewl and writhe like a helpless kitten, he was stronger, more powerful, certainly more confident, and not the slightest bit taller or larger in any way.
Perhaps a trick, played on him by his beloved or their goddess-consort, or maybe he was just doomed to be the same size forever now; whatever the case, it was clear that he was going to have to make the best of it with what he had, and that meant turning his inferior size into a weapon that he could use to dominate the unfortunate little one he had in front of him.
Well, he said little one, but that was entirely relative; he was, by then, used to everyone else fitting into that category by default, most likely as a result of him being around Sierra and Emily too often. He’d come to see others as pieces to be moved around and played with on the eternal, cosmic chess board that was reality, and though he’d made an effort to stop thinking in such terms, it was a process; in the meantime, Kitty had his plaything for the evening, and the reason why he wasn’t alone that night despite Sierra and Emily both being so far away he could barely sense them: Rizy.
It had taken some time, and a considerable amount of effort, to let the two goddesses grant even a fraction of their power to anyone else. It was dangerous, they said, it would open up a route for exploitation and abuse, and all manner of other accusations thrown about with no concern for how much they applied to the people speaking them. They couldn’t just make another god, that was, like, the one rule they totally absolutely followed and never once broke, nevermind the examples where they had done just that and then hastily backtracked.
Kitty’s attempts at branching out from his usual shtick were, therefore, mostly futile, requiring ample persistence and an almost pathologic amount of patience and determination before he got anywhere close to getting the rock to crack, much less get to the precious minerals at the very center of it. Yet, he still tried, and through his persistence the cat managed to get his wish: that of another god-in-the-making, a third partner, a plaything that would exist only for his own personal amusement… and, potentially, to be given the chance to develop something of an actual relationship akin to the one Emily and Sierra had between themselves and Kitty.
It was all in Rizy’s hands really; the two titanesses responsible for making him be what he was had made sure to give him all the potential that he needed, but absolutely none of the experience required to know what to do with it. Instead, they relied entirely on Kitty, who had insisted that he knew exactly how to make the arctic fox murr with contentment as his chin was scratched and his body made to sing to the tune that the little cat set for him. Or something along those lines; Kitty was a bit new to the whole “domming” someone thing, and was honestly just winging it for most of the way there, lacking even the smallest amount of experience beyond the role of the sub.
He could only speculate on what was needed, but thankfully for him, he had a captive audience to try it on; it wasn’t as if Rizy was going anywhere, not with the way he was transformed. The fox had been normal-sized just moments prior, when everything was still in its proper place and the universe hadn’t yet been tampered with; it was the start of a cycle, meaning of course that all the souls within the cosmos were blissfully unaware of what was lurking just outside the outer edges of their reality. Rizy, in particular, was entirely ignorant of the fact that Sierra and Emily even existed at all, making it extra surprising when he was suddenly contacted by two extradimensional entities and unceremoniously told he was expected to live up to the responsibilities of a god, followed by him suddenly growing several feet taller, being transported to somewhere he didn’t recognize, and having a tiny little kitten inexplicably boss him around.
Kitty didn’t know how to get it started, so he figured the best he could do was follow his instincts, and in that moment, his instincts were telling him to look up at that thirty-foot giantess and tell her to get down, pick him up, and bring him to eye-level with him. Rizy, to his credit, did so; perhaps he was too shocked to protest the command, or simply didn’t know what to say given everything that happened in the span of about a minute or so. It was much too great of a change for the poor guy to process, hence why, when the little cat started telling him to nuzzle against him and start growing, he figured he might as well do so; Rizy had no clue whatsoever how he was supposed to grow, nor how that was possible to begin with, but he distinctly remembered he didn’t use to be that tall, so clearly there was some fuckery going on.
And with the unknown cat making their will known in a way that oddly enough pushed several buttons with him, the fox found himself slowly slipping into a half-fugue state of heightened, almost supernatural susceptibility to suggestion. It was magic, really; all Kitty had to do was, say, tell him to start licking their pawbs, and Rizy would absolutely do so. If they wanted him to instead snuzzle against their neck, feeling the warm breath coming from the giantess’ mouth every other second or so, then Rizy wouldn’t even begin to question it. And if Kitty wanted their new bigger, and they definitely wanted it, then all it took was a simple command, and thus it would happen.
It took a bit at first, since clearly Rizy wasn’t prepared for that drastic a change; regular people didn’t just grow whenever they felt like it, that was the kind of stuff you saw in the movies, or in very particular places online that had to be scrubbed clean from browser histories after being checked. Regular people stayed at a certain size after a while, the only “growth” they received being whatever puberty decided to give them… except for him, apparently. Not only had he been made several times taller without any warning or explanation, but whenever the thought of becoming bigger crossed his mind, Rizy, for whatever inexplicable reason, didn’t find it to be nearly as ridiculous as it should be.
There was none of the usual reaction, of the automatic inclination towards assuming it was impossible and he should focus on more achievable goals; none of the instinctual opposition to the notion that his body was malleable, to be reshaped as he saw fit as opposed to being set in stone barring intensive workout regiments and strict dieting. No, somehow, whenever that cat told him that he should be bigger, whenever he himself considered the possibility, the thought stuck, refusing to leave his head no matter how much he tried to get rid of it; like a tumor, it spread, metastasizing until it had taken over most of his conscious process, removing whatever barriers there might have been as a result of his previous life as a regular mortal.
This was a new him, a version of himself that existed only after being touched by and blessed by two existing goddesses, one that saw it as perfectly normal to want to snap his fingers and suddenly be thirty feet taller still; nevertheless, there was still a part of his old self left, a remnant refusing to let go of a reality that no longer applied, resisting change at every step of the way. It refused to be consumed, refused to let Rizy accept that he was what he was… but it was no match for Kitty’s sweet, whispered words in one of his ears, promising all manner of terribly lewd things if only he let go and did what they asked.
His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed; there was so much he could do if only he accepted it, if only the truth became his truth… and as he thought of it, so too did his mind and body come to see it as reality. He saw himself for what he could be, and rather than immediately filing it away as being an impossibility, most of him just wondered how long it would take, and how quickly he could make himself grow to be that large, especially now that he had Kitty there to take care of. How did he know their name, exactly? Did it even matter, when they so clearly knew what was best for his enjoyment? Why not worry about causality only when it was important rather than when it was just an obstacle to his experiencing divine pleasure unlike any that mortalkind had ever seen?
Why not just listen to Kitty when they told him to grow, to swell, to improve upon himself until he was resting at nearly a hundred feet in height and barely able to hold onto his balance, such was his lack of reference for how to even move at those sizes? Really, all he needed was to close his eyes for the pleasure to almost become unimaginable; quite literally, as his brain lacked the ability to process what he was feeling, resulting in an overall sense of numbness that nonetheless left him feeling like he was floating on a cotton candy ocean and being rocked to sleep by a gentle current.
All with Kitty by his side, soft Kitty, wonderful Kitty, the one responsible (?) for his being the way he was; they had blessed him, or at least arranged for the blessing, and now they deserved something in return, didn’t they? They deserved his love, his affection, his tender touch as he pulled them closer to himself, having them sink into his chestfluff with both hands over their body. Rizy could feel their warmth as the small cat wriggled against him, purring their little heart out, happy as could possibly be; and himself, now bathing in their adoration, in their love for his form and being, well… he grew.
How could he not, as he was being filled by the kitten’s very presence? How could he remain as he was, when Kitty was practically begging him to become more, to lean into his true self and stop holding back from his proper form? It was the least he could do after being given such a wonderful gift, and if not for the fact that he had the little kitten next to him, he would’ve been making a lot more scandalous noises; the transformative process was… intense, to say the absolute least, enough so that Rizy was genuinely scared that his neurons might short out from how many electrical impulses they were being made to carry.
But really, all he needed was Kitty there to let him know everything was fine and he needn’t worry about anything at all; just as long as his precious kitten was there for him to snuggle, and love, and squeeze, and adore, and worship at times if they would allow it, then everything would turn out just fine in the end, even if he had no idea how he knew that or why he was so certain of it. For Rizy, it just made sense, even as his head broke through the clouds and his paws began stomping down on whole city blocks, his mind incapable of processing just what sort of sizes he was operating at.
But it was fine; it wasn’t as if he couldn’t put it all back in one piece afterwards, was it? He was a god now, or at least something akin to one, and if that was the case, then surely he should be able to snap his fingers and just reset his destruction back to a previous stage. It made sense, in a way that made absolutely no sense itself, but it felt like it did, so it should… if that made sense, which it probably didn’t.
Still, no matter; Kitty was telling him to be quiet and just enjoy the powers he’d been given, to not think too much about it and just go with the flow, and Rizy had to admit: that did feel like a wonderful proposition. For once in his life, to just stop his brain dead and let things happen, to forget about his concerns and worries and just do what he wanted to do, rather than what he assumed “needed” to be done. After all, what “needed” to be done was him having some fun, especially after he became big enough that he couldn’t properly stand anymore; the pull of gravity was too strong to let him remain upright, mostly because he’d become so enormous that the different directions he was being pulled in made him feel nauseous.
No matter; Kitty was also telling him to keep growing, and surely, if he just became so large that the planet was technically smaller than he was, then surely he would be able to just roll off it and into space, no longer having to worry himself with such silly things as orbits or coming down after going up. Best of all, he could do all this growing while lying down, seeing as there was no real reason for him to be standing for it to happen; and even better, by remaining in that position, he could writhe and squirm and wriggle and moan and do whatever was needed to make Kitty experience true Heaven like never before, an existence of pure bliss that nothing else could reproduce. Granted, Rizy had no clue of who Sierra or Emily were, but still, it was the thought that counted, and Kitty himself knew that better than anyone: if only he could get the fox to truly live up to his potential, then…
There was no real limit to how far the new god could go; Sierra and Emily were both proof of such and the root cause of it at the same time, in the confusingly paradoxical way that only they could be. They decided upon things, and this just so happened to create such a tangle of causality that, for once, it was genuinely better if he didn’t spend any time thinking about it; there was a genuinely decent chance his brain might just implode when trying to understand what those two titanesses did, leaving it up mostly for subconscious processing and tacit, mute acceptance that things just happened to be the way they were.
As a result, Rizy was noticeably struggling with the transition into their new self, though they were admirably doing quite better than even Kitty expected them to; it could be that the fox was just predisposed towards the kind of transformation they were undergoing, or were lucky enough to be blessed far more by the two existing mega-goddesses than even the kitten thought they were, but whatever the cause, whenever they ran into any barrier, be it mental or otherwise, Rizy seemed more than capable of blasting through it… in time.
Some took a few minutes, such as when he had to untangle the knots created by a lifetime of living in a mortal society with a very mortal outlook on things, while others only lasted for a few seconds, such as the fox giant figuring out where “down” was, and when “down” no longer applied. A complicated transition from tiny, insignificant soul to the overlord of an entire universe, at the beck and call to the closest thing their reality had to a god of gods, of course.
Honestly, for Kitty, the ability to think of himself in those terms and not be wrong was nothing if not a refreshing change of pace; he was so used to being the fucktoy for two eternally hungry and thirsty goddesses that it was easy for him to forget that he’d absorbed a great deal of power purely through being in contact with those two. While it wasn’t enough to let him unmake and recreate reality (or chunks of it, at the very least) on a whim, it was absolutely more than enough to grant him dominion over the lower levels, such as the one he was in right then.
If he wanted, he could attune to the two goddesses just outside the outer edge of the universe, borrow some power from them, and change just about any universal constant he wanted, Rizy included; if he wanted, he could bring his new mate down to normal again, make them forget everything that had happened, force them to resume their old, boring, monotonous life as little more than a soul battery for the furnace of the twin giantesses waiting to devour that universe.
But he wouldn’t, because that would be a waste: not only was Rizy doing wonderfully as they writhed and moaned their way up to planetary levels, but it would be disingenuous to claim he himself wasn’t loving every second of it; though Kitty was vastly smaller in terms of absolute size, all this was to give him even more arctic fox to play around with, snuggling deep into the soft, white coat and losing himself in Rizy’s fur. His face was red-hot, and not just because of where he was stuffing it; it had been so long since he had a taste of power and dominance that to suddenly be granted so much of it at once was… exhilarating, for lack of a better word.
Kitty would need his very own dictionary if he wanted to even get close to explaining what he was feeling at that moment, the precise combination of power, arousal, and the way they fed off one another being almost too much for him to handle. Almost, because he could use it; overwhelming as it was, the mixture of emotions was something he could turn into fuel, something he could throw into the raw, raging furnace that was his libido and use it to further power him through, use it to get him to ignore all the red flags telling him he was dangerously close to going mad with godlike power.
He was Emily and Sierra’s consort, after all, was he not? He had been chosen by the two to serve alongside them, and now, after such a long time waiting for his just due, now he could choose a consort of his own! Not that he’d ever abandon Emily’s side, but to have Rizy there, to have a creature that was, by then, big enough that a single pawpad could outsize the Earth, was beyond divine; to know that he had done that, that he had whispered sweet nothings into the fox’s ears and taught them to be better than what they were, to know that he had helped birth a new god, that… that was beauty.
That was truth, and love, and power, and he was going to see to it that it wouldn’t end; sure, the original plan was just for him to have some fun and then see where it went, there not being anything on there that specified what would happen should Kitty “accidentally” find himself raging with uncontrolled godly hubris, but plans were meant to be broken, and there wasn’t a damned thing anyone could do to stop that. After all, if either of the two goddesses above him wanted him to back off and back down, they could’ve already forced him to do so; they were more than powerful enough to both make him stop and tell when he went off the rails, so clearly, if they hadn’t done anything yet, then that had to mean that he was going in the right direction, no?
It had to mean that he hadn’t transgressed, and indeed, that he had to go further still, since clearly he hadn’t yet found the limit of his own influence. Clearly, he still had a ways to go if he wanted to actually squeeze the most out of what Rizy could do, and given Rizy himself was already large enough to overshadow a significant portion of the Solar System, then the way forward was clear: more growth was needed.
Of course, by that point, there wasn’t much Kitty could actually say that would let him have any effect on whatever the fox was doing; the unfortunate reality was that the void was still the void, and getting sound through was all-but impossible without breaking so many laws of physics that it would make life impossible, thus depriving the goddesses of their much-needed snacks in the end. Still, nothing stopped Kitty from communicating with Rizy in the one way that was left… well, nothing but Rizy himself.
The kitten didn’t know how the giant vulpine would react to having their mind intruded upon, but they were going to have to learn eventually, by good or ill; neither Sierra nor Emily actually spoke anymore, having perfected the art of transmitting their thoughts and emotions to one another to such a fine degree that, rather than it being a substitution for speech, it had instead become a significantly more efficient alternative, one that allowed them to communicate much faster and with far less energy wasted in doing so.
For Kitty, this wasn’t as easy; he lacked the colossal body and almost incalculably large and powerful brain required to make that happen, but he’d gotten the first few steps done, at least enough for him to attempt contacting Rizy directly without having to open his mouth. As expected, the arctic fox was scared at first, almost terrified by the sudden and unwelcome contact; to have someone else, something else intrude upon his most inner of sanctums was nothing short of existentially horrifying, to know that such a thing was even possible and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.
The fox took a while before coming to the conclusion the latter half of that realization was not at all true, and from there, even longer before he fully understood that the former wasn’t either; the ability to speak directly to one’s thoughts, it wasn’t madness, it wasn’t terror, it wasn’t evil personified, it was an opportunity. Above all, it was indicative of what it meant to be a god, to have true dominion over reality in all of its forms, that one could simply will one’s presence into another living being as easily as one would open their mouth and say hello.
It was, ultimately, proof positive that he was exactly as powerful as he felt that he was, proof that he was capable of doing so much more than he had been up until then… and, ultimately, evidence that he wasn’t trying hard enough. If he could, then he should: this was the principal motivation that guided him at every step of the way, regardless of what “could” was directed at or whatever it was he felt like doing at any point. He had become a divinity, and in doing so, had gained the right to do what he set his mind to, regardless of how nonsensical it might feel or how impossible it had been until he conceived of it; in contrast, telepathy almost seemed quaint, little more than a baseline requirement for an entity such as himself… and such as Kitty.
The wonderful little kitten who had showed him the truth, the one lost somewhere in the middle of his own chest fluff; Rizy had lost track of them, given the size difference between the two, but somehow could tell that they were safe; perhaps it was an extension of the powers that allowed them to speak freely to one another without using words, that he could also sense where the tiny cat was at any given point. Indeed, after spending some time focusing, closing his eyes as well for good measure, Rizy could actually pinpoint precisely where on his body Kitty was, and though he didn’t try and pick him up (for more than obvious reasons), he did use his fingertip to try and give the kitten a little rubdown.
It was all he could do really, at least without running the risk of accidentally smushing Kitty and turning that wonderful growth session into something a bit more macabre; Rizy was somewhat certain he could just put the little one back, somehow, and even though he had no clue how to do it, he still felt as if he could. How little did he know that, no matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to even so much as scratch the little one; Kitty was nothing if not several levels above where even the arctic fox stood, though he did have the good sense not to flaunt it, just so the newest god could have their moment in the sun.
This was Rizy’s time to shine, Rizy’s opportunity to stretch out and find his bearings, see what he could do with his powers and test out the waters and all that. Maybe he’d end up accidentally batting a star out of its orbit, or disassembling a nebula at the molecular level; he’d absolutely collapse a significant chunk of the galaxy and woopsie his way into consuming the black hole at the center of it, that much was out of the question.
But there was more to it than just random flailing, more than just a nascent deity seeing what it could do absent any guidance from one who knew more than it did. They were something better, something greater, an entity, a soul of such immense power that to even begin to describe it would be an affront to it. They were as Emily and Sierra were, just at the beginning of their journey into divinity: a potential made manifest, a creature of such unfathomable might that, really, the only thing keeping them from absolute perfection was themselves.
And even that wouldn’t last for much longer; Rizy was getting one step closer to achieving his true potential with each minute that passed, each second that ticked away, and it wasn’t going to be his inability to comprehend half of what was happening to him that made him stop. With Kitty by his side, the fox felt like he could do anything, felt like he could climb any heights and achieve any goals; with the little kitten’s love and devotion, with their words ringing within his head, he knew that he could do so much more. Even when he became big enough that he could cradle the galaxy in the palm of his hands, even when the glint of his eyes was brighter than a trillion stars, even when he felt the backdrop of existence encroaching upon him as he struggled to maintain his physicality, Rizy knew he could count on Kitty to be there with him.
Even if he couldn’t quite see them, they were there, always watching, always taking care of him, always egging him on further until the one thought left in his mind was to go even bigger, even more powerful, ever more magnificent… until the universe began to feel cramped. Rizy never thought he’d think that, much less actually believe it, but as he was there, as he became, he started to feel like he didn’t really have enough room to stretch out his limbs in.
Yes, he had a whole cosmos, but that just wasn’t enough, at least not anymore; he needed something better, needed a place he could go to in order to further cultivate himself and become a god of ever higher stature, and he wouldn’t be able to do that there of all places. If he truly wanted to live up to Kitty’s example, then he had to find a way to pop the balloon and escape from his proverbial egg, hatching from within the cosmos to achieve what so many mortals sought to, yet had never succeeded.
He could see himself already: looming over reality, master of his domain, with Kitty by his side at all times to comfort him and let him know if he was doing a good job. Maybe, if he was lucky, he’d be able to make the kitten grow to his size, so the two of them could properly snuggle up instead of having to resort to linking their minds together and thinking scandalous thoughts. It’d certainly be a welcome change, being able to snuggle and hug one another, maybe even nose into one another’s paws and… well, other things which left Rizy red in the face just thinking about them.
But for that, he had to leave first. The boundaries were there, the edge approaching. All that was needed from him was the willpower to take the next step and burst through to the other side. He sensed something there, but that hardly seemed to matter to him; only Kitty, and himself, together forever.
He smiled. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Part 3: Bed And Breakfast by Mika Jael
Tags: Alligator, Coming Out, Duck, Fanfiction, M/M, Oral, Rimming, Sixty-Nine
Spitting Dicks Part 3: Bed And Breakfast
Copyright 2006 by Mika Jael All Rights Reserved
Aldo laid Bill down on the bed, gently placing his head on the pillows at top. Then he climbed into bed with him, straddling Bill's upturned body with his arms. Bill felt dominated by the alligator's imposing presence, his toothy maw hovering just above his face. They kissed again, lingering now over the sensation. As their mouths parted, Bill groaned as his pulsating hardness ached to be stimulated again.
"Trust me?" Aldo inquired from his superior position. Bill quickly nodded his consent.
Aldo smiled somewhat wickedly, and then he carefully slid his body down to Bill's webbed feet. Bill cocked his head up to see what was happening, and he was shocked to see Aldo stretching his jaws wide open. Bill felt a little wave of panic as Aldo reached up and held him securely, pinning his wings to his sides. Aldo angled the duck's body up slightly, and then began to steadily slide his mouth over Bill's entire lower body. Bill's webbed feet were a little wide, but Aldo managed to engulf them without any discomfort. The gator blew heavily through his flaring nostrils as his snout slid further and further up the duck's body, until he halted at Bill's shoulders. Bill felt pinpricks of teeth all over his tiny body as he lay on Aldo's giant tongue.
Then, the great tongue came to life. It wriggled up from behind Bill's back and slid right between his legs. It laid flat on his chest a second then slithered its way down to his groin. Bill's breathing became ragged as it ran over his straining prick again and again. That fantastic tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: it curled around his foot, stabbed his asshole, rubbed his belly, slid behind his knees, swatted his butt, but mostly it lapped, teased, tickled, and pulled on Bill's rigid peter. Through his haze of incessant stimulation, Bill was only vaguely aware of Aldo's paws tenderly caressing his face and bill.
Suddenly, Bill squawked aloud as he spat his release deep into Aldo's gullet. Aldo continued to tongue massage Bill's prick a while as Bill convulsed in his muzzle. Finally Aldo stopped, carefully lifted Bill out of his mouth, and returned the duck's exhausted body to the head of the bed. Bill stared glassy-eyed up at the ceiling, a silly grin on his face.
Aldo appeared his vision with a concerned look. "Are you okay, Bill?" he said, "I tried not to hurt you..."
Bill's head was still in the clouds as he languorously said, "that was... very... exotic." Then he looked over at the gator and told him, "I'm fine Aldo. Wow, that was fantastic! You were extremely careful with me; thank you."
Bill then realized he was absolutely soaked in the alligator's saliva. "I guess it was pretty messy though," Bill said as he stood up on the bed, holding his wings out apart from his body. Aldo watched with restrained amusement as Bill tried shaking himself dry. It wasn't working all that well for Bill, but Aldo thought he looked mighty cute trying.
Bill gave up his efforts with a final twitch of his tail feathers. He looked back at his friend and was delighted to discover that Aldo had mostly regained his erection. It wasn't as rock hard as before, just pleasingly plump. Bill quickly grabbed it with his damp wing and pumped it a few times; Aldo squinted and quietly whimpered as he felt his arousal rise.
"Now it's my turn, big guy," Bill said rather forcefully. "Lie down on your back for me." Aldo did so, lying diagonally on the bed so his head and feet both remained on the mattress. Bill climbed on top of him, then turned himself around and laid face down, putting his feathered rump right in Aldo's face as Bill faced Aldo's stiffening dick. The duck immediately started sucking on it, bobbing his head over the knob in a series of quick jerks. He wings sought out and found Aldo's sac, gently caressing it. As Bill settled into a rhythm, he felt the gator rumbling beneath him as Aldo groaned deeply. Bill's jaw started to ache somewhat around the rigid pole, but he soldiered on trying to take it as quickly and as deeply as he could. Then he was surprised to feel Aldo's tremendous tongue slathering over his ass, then forcing its way into his anus. Aldo's paws slid under the duck; one splayed paw lifted his pelvis while the other found Bill's hard-on and sharply milked it like a cow's teat. Bill himself began moaning around the fat cock, then he redoubled his efforts in pleasuring it.
They continued for some time, arousal coursing between and through their bodies in an amorous circuit. Both duck and gator worked as hard as they could to get the other off; Aldo frantically yanked on Bill's prick while Bill mashed his tongue on the sensitive folds underneath Aldo's crown. Eventually however they both reached their limit. Aldo arched his back and howled as his hot jism shot down the duck's throat, and Bill shouted his own pleasure as he squirted his spunk onto the alligator's belly. Aldo picked Bill up and brought his beak to his own snout for a lusciously intimate kiss. Then Aldo laid down on his side and cuddled with Bill cradled in his arms, like a child snuggling with their favorite doll. Bill was supremely exhausted but blissfully happy. Aldo held him close and whispered sweet nothings in his ear hole as Bill swiftly drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning around 10am, Bill groggily awoke to the smell of grilled fish. In the bright sunlight shining through his bedroom window he could see he was alone in the room. Slowly he realized that Aldo was probably making breakfast for them, which was a very pleasant surprise. Aldo had rarely applied his cooking skills for Bill, but when he did it was always a treat.
Bill waddled into the kitchen to find Aldo working away at the stove with spatula in paw. As Aldo turned Bill saw the gator was wearing one of his floor length aprons; on Aldo however it looked more like a bib. The white apron had the words "HOT STUFF" printed on it in red.
"Good morning, hot stuff," said Aldo pleasantly, "how'd you sleep?"
Bill gave a weak smile. "Slept like a log," he replied as he went over to stand by Aldo to see exactly what he was cooking. Aldo leaned over and gently kissed the top of Bill's head. Bill looked up at Aldo and grinned, but his hunger drew his eyes back to the range.
Aldo was grilling a couple dishes on the stove. One was a large pan of breaded fish filets for them to share, and the other was some kind of night crawler and snail dish.
"Looks wonderful," said Bill, "but I thought you didn't like night crawlers."
"I don't. They're disgusting!" Aldo exclaimed. "But I know you like 'em." Bill shot him a skeptical look.
"Hey," Aldo said, "just because I don't like duck food doesn't mean I can't cook it! Go sit down at the table; there's some juice over there."
Bill went to take a seat. He found that the table was set for three for some reason.
"Oh yeah," said Aldo turning slightly from the stove, "I called a friend and invited him over to have breakfast with us. I hope you don't mind..."
In reality, Bill felt somewhat annoyed. After last night it was clear that he and Aldo were more than just friends. He really wanted to have a heart-to-heart with him to work through their feelings and decide where their relationship should go. Bill's temper flared briefly; Aldo really should have asked him before inviting over a stranger.
Aldo studied Bill's face, and he didn't like what he saw. He spoke quickly, "Look Bill, I--"
They were interrupted by a knock on the front door. Bill sighed and decided maybe he was overreacting. There was time enough to have a talk with Aldo after his guest left. "It's okay," Bill said, "I just really wanted to talk with you--in private."
"Don't worry," said Aldo, "I'm not going anywhere." Bill felt pleasantly comforted by that thought, and hurried to answer the door.
Bill opened the door for their guest. The duck standing in his doorway looked familiar, and as he recognized him Bill's jaw dropped. "Dominique?!" he said with disbelief.
"Hey Bill, thanks for having me," said Dom as he walked past Bill into the kitchen. Bill looked stunned as he continued to hold the door open, but after a while he slowly closed it. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what this meant--that Dom and Aldo knew each other!
"Let's all sit down," Aldo shouted from the kitchen, "the food's ready. Bill, I promise I'll explain everything." Bill dazedly went to the table and took a seat; Dom took a seat to Bill's left. Aldo came in carrying three steaming plates of food; he placed one in front of each of the ducks, then sat his own down on Bill's right. Aldo then removed his apron and took his seat.
Bill stared at his plate trying to recover. He was hesitant, but the meal in front of him looked too tempting to leave for very long. Bill began to eat, and Dom and Aldo followed his lead.
They made quick work of their respective meals; Bill in particular felt like one stuffed duck. If he hadn't just woken up, he'd probably be ready for a nap.
Aldo wiped his mouth with his napkin, then he leaned in towards Bill. "Listen," he began, "I met Dom several months ago, and we've become pretty good friends. In fact, Dom helped me realize something about myself I never really knew."
Aldo paused. He realized he was tightly gripping the table with both paws. He made eye contact with Dom, who nodded back. Finally Aldo said, "I'm gay. I always have been."
Bill felt a little shocked, though even now as he gave the idea some thought it made perfect sense.
Dom slyly looked over and chimed in, "I'm gay too, but I knew that already."
Aldo ignored Dom and continued: "But the thing of it is Bill, if it wasn't for you I don't know if I ever would have figured that out."
Bill's first thought was, "Does that mean I was Aldo's first crush?" His heart pounded a couple of times as he asked aloud, "Why's that?"
"If you hadn't befriended me the first time we met, I don't see how I ever would have changed my mind about ducks. So I never would have met Dom. And without his help and guidance, I..."
Dom interjected, "Oh, I don't know about that. You are one sexy gator Aldo; I'm sure if I wasn't around to help you out, some other lucky guy would."
Aldo smiled and thanked Dom, then he continued to tell Bill, "So after I came to terms with my sexuality, I started thinking about...you know...sexual things. With you. Things like what happened last night."
Bill blushed a bit as Aldo went on: "I was so afraid though that I'd scare you away. I mean, everyone knows you're kind of sweet on Bev..."
"Hey!" Bill interjected.
Aldo shook his head and said, "What I mean is, I didn't know if you liked guys in general, or me in particular. Sexually, I mean."
"So," Bill said as he followed his line of reasoning, "you and Dom set me up. You had Dom take me to that tunnel to see you there naked."
"Well," said Aldo delicately, "I don't know if 'set up' is the right way to put it, but yes--we agreed to have Dom take you to the Steam Tunnels to see me. When we talked it over we thought this was one way we could root out your...tendencies. We figured you would at least..."
Aldo's voice trailed off as his head drooped. He stared at the floor as he said, "Aw Bill, I feel terrible. I'm sorry for deceiving you. I was just...afraid." Aldo looked up to meet Bill's eyes and said, "I never meant to hurt you. Like I said before, your friendship means a lot to me too."
Bill quickly nodded and said, "I know; you've given up a lot just so we can be friends."
Aldo gazed pleadingly at Bill with moist eyes and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. The gator asked softly, "Can you forgive me?"
Bill thought for a bit then told Aldo, "Well, I guess it was kind of sneaky, but I can't be too angry. I'm glad we found this about each other."
Bill's heart swelled as he finally said, "I forgive you, Aldo."
Aldo's chair scraped loudly against the floor as he immediately stood up, swept Bill up into his arms, and hugged him tightly to his chest. Aldo cried tears of joy, and Bill started laughing and weeping simultaneously himself. They continued to hold their embrace as long as they possibly could.
Aldo eventually stopped squeezing the duck and returned him to a standing position. The gator still sniffled a bit as he admired Bill.
"Well," said Dom, "I'm glad we got \_that\_ out of the way!"
Bill smiled politely. Just then a question crossed his mind: "so, how did you and Aldo meet anyway?"
Dom and Aldo simultaneously glanced at each other sideways, as if each was waiting for the other to speak. Finally Aldo said, "Well, that's another story. I'll tell you some other time." Bill was still reeling a bit from the morning's revelations, so he let it pass.
Dom glanced at his wrist and said, "Well, I've got to get going. Thanks again for breakfast you guys. I'm really very happy for you both." Aldo collected the dirty dishes and took them to the sink while Bill walked Dom to the front door.
Just before he exited, Dom turned around and leaned in to whisper in Bill's ear hole, "Hey, if you ever need any tips about anal play, let me now. Stretching is the key. And lots of lube." Bill gave him a dubious look and whispered weakly back, "Okay, will do." Dom then went on his way.
Bill shut the door and went to the kitchen to find Aldo washing the dishes in the sink. Bill felt like he needed to freshen up.
"I'm just gonna go hop in the shower," he said. Aldo quickly shut off the running water and turned from the sink.
"Uhh, you need any help with that?" Aldo said playfully. He smiled his toothy grin at the duck as his tail quivered.
Bill smiled too, but he crossed his wings as he mockingly scolded: "I don't know Aldo; I wouldn't want to reward you for your chicanery."
"Aw c'mon, let me make it up to you," Aldo said.
Bill found that his eyes were being drawn to Aldo's groin. From where he stood, he could just see the tip of Aldo's boner beginning to emerge. The sight of it made Bill feel weak.
"Okay, let's go," he sighed in a dramatic show of resignation.
Aldo grinned from ear to ear as he abandoned the dishes and walked rapidly towards Bill. When Aldo reached him, he tucked the duck under his own arm in stride, hurried into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind them.
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Title: Freedom of Flight Ch. 05
Tags: nonhuman novella, werewolf erotica, were sex, were, nephalim, supernatural novella, supernatural erotica, supernatural sex, erotic action adventure, erotic fantasy adventure
*Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in any sexual acts if their ages are not mentioned before hand; are over 18 years of age. Enjoy.*
**Hi guys,**
**Sorry about the delay with this chapter, life threw a delightful spanner in the works which made me and my editor grind to a halt for two weeks, moving home, computer problems, work... and I can keep listing if you like. I hope you enjoy this chapter, also a whle ago when I first posed the S'ephalim, Nephalim and Gephalim an artist set me a link to one of his pictures that he did a while ago and it's a good representation of a S'ephalim. Message me if you want the link.**
**Again sorry for the delay, after this chapter there are two more to Freedom of Flight then we go onto Bound by Pride. SO don't forget to comment and vote, all feedback is welcome.**
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Alanna glanced around the markets in awe. It was like a massive swap meet and food market rolled into one. Tarval chuckled and leant down to talk into her ear so that she could hear him over the bustle. "This is the square," he gently grabbed her shoulders and directed her to an alleyway. "Jewellers and smiths," he turned her again to a different alley. "Fresh produce," another turn to a new alley, "Cloth merchants and tailors. Wood carvers, hot food and entertainment." He said turning her to the other three alleyways.
Dominic also leant down to talk into her other ear, although not as close as Tarval. "The bells toll hourly. Meet us at the hot food alley at fourth toll."
Alanna nodded. Both men released her and let her find her way through the mass of people. She quickly decided where to head to first and then made her way to the smiths. Alanna glanced at jewellers but saw nothing that took her fancy. She crossed to the other side, bumping past people who were busy chatting or looking away.
Alanna paused as she glanced down between two buildings as she walked and saw a small gathering but shrugged it off and kept on looking. She stopped when she spied a well-made locket. She stepped up behind another and looked at it; the merchant stepped forward and offered for her to look at the locket. Alanna examined it and then opened it; the two hearts broke away from a middle fixture, which allowed four pictures to be placed within.
"How much?" She asked, looking up from the locket.
The merchant eyed her critically, trying to place her crest but he didn't recognise it although he had his suspicions as to who the woman was before him. "What is your house, lass?"
"Phoenix, Dominic is my Un…"
"Alanna." he correctly guessed. He felt honoured that she had stopped here and people were gathering and taking notice of the armoured woman with no wings more so of the crisscross pattern that covered her back plate. "12 dhunts."
A woman leant over. "17, merchant and not a dhunt less." She said with a glare, knowing what he was doing, deliberately undercutting his price to ensure that Alanna bought something here, that THE Alanna Brave-Heart, as she had been dubbed, thought his wares were good and that would attract more business for him.
Alanna span around, her eyes focused on a gold breastplate with four black feathers. She glanced up. "Michelle?" She guessed as she remembered what Sage had told her about her grandparents.
"Hello, Alanna. Turn around and pay for your locket." She told her playfully, indicating that Alanna should just pretend for now that they knew each other.
Alanna nodded and turned around. "First, what's a…"
"Here… there are people waiting." Michelle interrupted while handing the amount over, the locket and chain was put in a velvet bag and given to Alanna. Michelle quickly guided her away and towards a small alley between two buildings. Alanna couldn't help herself as she looked up and stared.
Michelle's long white blonde hair hung in loose curls. Her eyes were such a deep blue, they looked like sapphires. Her nose was straight and pointed; her jaw slightly rounded with high cheekbones and perfectly arched eyebrows. She now understood how early humans could have been so humbled, she was both a woman and not, because she was more than a woman… she was… an angel.
Michelle's full lips curved up in a smirk, she was used to this reaction. She had almost laughed at Bianca's bowled-over look.
Alanna blinked, realizing that she was gawking like a teenager and blushed. "Sorry, I…"
"Don't mention it. You should have seen Bianca... that was funny." Michelle answered with a grin.
"Are all S'ephalim so tall?" Alanna asked, still slightly gawking.
Michelle nodded and gave a careless shrug. "Yes, we all stand over seven feet tall. It is how we were made."
"You paid for the locket?" Alanna questioned.
She nodded. "I did not want the merchant to know you did not understand our currency. Besides, he had a small crowd gathered behind you waiting to buy. Now, let me quickly run through our currency, a bharunt is a copper coin," Michelle pulled the coin out. "Twelve make a dhunt, the silver coins. Most of the time merchants will talk in dhunts because they are more common than the khunts, gold coin. Five dhunts to a khunt."
Alanna grabbed out her money and after making a swift calculation put three khunts and two dhunts into Michelle's hand. "Thank you. No one explained the currency to me… they just gave it to me." She grumbled.
Michelle chuckled. That sounded like Dominic and Tarval. "So what's the locket for?"
"It's for Sage's birthday gift," Alanna pulled it out. "Look… it opens into three panels and four pictures can go in so her biological parents and her adopted can both be kept close to her heart."
Michelle smiled at the thoughtfulness of the gift. "I'm here to check up on Sage's gift. Want to join me?"
Alanna nodded and joined her as together they left the small alleyway between buildings. "I'm surprised Dominic isn't escorting you around." Michelle commented. Letting Alanna loose and unsupervised in a world and culture she only partially understood could be dangerous… at least for the ones she accidentally annoyed and who went to fight her not knowing that she could kill them with only her hands.
"He is picking up his own gifts; one for me, one for Sage. Our birthdays are a day apart." Alanna explained.
Michelle nodded and made note of it. She would pay attention to Alanna for a while to figure out what to get her. She had gone to all of Sage's birthdays since her first. Bianca had insisted in her coming to be introduced to her 'granddaughter', not understanding that both Michelle and Tarval had just been a means to an end and that although they had given birth to Dominic and that Tarval had raised him, they didn't consider him theirs. He belonged to the god. However, that didn't stop Michelle from forming a bond with Sage and wanting to watch her grow into the woman she was becoming and now she wouldn't miss this party for anything in the world. She may not consider Dominic to be her son but she did consider him a very close friend, a friendship that had grown over the years as Dominic came to her asking for her advice concerning his daughter. Michelle walked her further back towards the blacksmiths. She stepped up to a stall and smiled as a winged woman walked forward.
"This is Gabrielle. She is a master smith and makes magnificent weapons although she never learnt to wield them." Michelle introduced.
Gabrielle smiled then bowed to Alanna. "Greetings, Alanna. Give me a second, Michelle, and I'll get that dagger you commissioned."
Alanna turned to Michelle in surprised, "Does everyone know my name?" She asked with a wrinkled forehead.
Gabrielle chuckled. "Of course! Your capture has been talked about non-stop … or rather, your release. More so the lines that mark the back plate you wear. The men who carried you out swear you stood up and walked from that cell." Gabrielle said, disbelief evident in the way she said it.
"I did." Alanna responded simply. "I got up, took perhaps a dozen steps then collapsed." She grimaced, remembering the pain she had gone through.
Both women's jaws dropped in surprise. A dozen steps after the lashing she received most couldn't even walk after five. Everyone heard of what had happened by now, and since the story had been retold and embellished so many times that, no one knew what to believe any more so most of them were sceptical of what had happened that day.
Gabrielle stepped away musingly for a moment and returned with a wooden box. She put it down and flicked the catches; she then opened the box, revealing a beautiful dagger with a phoenix handle. The blade seemed to be spraying like flames from the mouth of the phoenix, its spread wings acted as hand guards and the body made up the handle.
"Wow… may I?" Alanna asked reverently.
Gabrielle nodded. Alanna hefted the blade up, she hummed the weight was perfect. She started a drill her mother had taught her. She flicked the dagger over her fingers and across her hand. When she was done with the drill, she kept the dagger in her hand, testing its balance.
"She's sweet." Alanna murmured appreciatively.
Gabrielle looked at Alanna, surprised. "Who taught you how to do that?" She had never seen anyone do that… ever. Just watching Alanna do it had been a revelation, Alanna made using a dagger, handling that weapon into an art.
"My ma." She answered as she started the drill again at speed, the dagger moving so fast they could barely make out its movements. "She didn't expect me to master it," she said when the dagger came to a stop balanced on a finger. "She expects it of no one as it is not an easy thing to do. But when I did it without even really trying, she took me aside and told me what grandma told her." She carefully returned the dagger.
"What did she say?" Gabrielle asked, wondering what kind of insight her mother had.
Alanna smiled softly. "Some are born to the blade, it is an extension of who they are; some choose the blade because they have no desire to die; and others die by the blade as it conquers them. Like her, I was born to the blade."
Michelle was very interested in the conversation, wondering what Amy thought about Sage's almost unnatural way with the blade, "What does your ma say about Sage then?"
Alanna didn't have to think about that since her mother had the same conversation with Sage, "Sage was also was born to the blade, it's why she is so lethal with a sword. Our sister Electra is also born to the blade but to a different degree: she can't beat either Sage or me. Ma is still uncertain as to where the triplets fall and so far none of us can beat ma."
Gabrielle hesitated for a moment but then smiled. "Wait, I have something to show you." She walked to the back of her stall hurriedly and returned carrying a long box. Michelle quickly picked up her gift for Sage and watched as Gabrielle opened the box and removed the velvet cover, revealing a magnificent sword. Alanna's fingers itched to touch the sword: it was a long double-edged broad sword with a howling wolf holding the blade in place.
"Go on." Gabrielle encouraged.
Alanna carefully lifted the sword and stepped into the cleared area to test it. Her whole body quivered as the sword cut the air. Gabrielle felt chills creep up her spine, she didn't know why a year ago she felt compelled to make this sword but she made it anyway. When she had finished, tingles had gone up her spine. A week later, she had made another sword, one that she hoped she would never meet the wielder for but she knew she would. She just hoped the wielder was a good person. Today, when she met Alanna, she had felt this sword was meant for her. The shivers that went up her spine when Alanna started to wielded it confirmed her assumption.
Alanna gently returned the sword to its case and sighed regretfully. Such a fine weapon would cost her a fortune. "She's magnificent." Alanna closed the case reluctantly.
"Don't you want to buy her?" Michelle asked.
"More than anything in the world but such workmanship means she is beyond my means." Alanna walked away to keep from being tempted by the blade which seemed to call out to her, that seemed to be made for her.
Gabrielle watched her go, she felt sad that Alanna didn't feel that the sword, which was obviously hers, wasn't within her means. Michelle watched Alanna go and start to investigate another stall. She suddenly turned back to Gabrielle determinedly. "How much?"
"My standing price, twenty five khunts." Gabrielle stated hoping that Alanna would be able to buy the sword from her soon enough, she wouldn't sell it to anyone but her.
"Twenty five? Gabrielle this is some of your best work. I paid twenty five [just] for Sage's dagger." Michelle protested.
"Twenty five." Gabrielle responded firmly.
"Thirty and not a Khunt less, Gabrielle."
"Twenty five, and she is meant for Alanna so I'm not selling her to you." Gabrielle responded, picking up the box to take it away and stow with her things so that her assistant didn't accidentally sell it when she got back.
"Gabrielle, I'm buying it for her birthday gift. Take the thirty." Michelle argued.
Gabrielle nodded and offered Michelle a fist, which Michelle knocked with her own. "Deal done, you can settle later."
"Make sure her crest and name are on the box and the same with Sage's."
Gabrielle nodded, she knew the drill. "You better go find her. Tell her the price you worked me down to and that you asked me to keep it aside until she had worked up the price it might make her happy."
Michelle nodded and went off to find Alanna. She found her watching a smith working. "I managed to beat her down to twenty five khunts and she has agreed to keep it aside until you've saved the price."
Alanna smiled. "Sweet." She then frowned, noticing something else. "What's down there?" She asked as she pointed to a ringed structure which she could hear cheers coming from.
"The pit where the 'gladiators' compete for prizes." Michelle explained. She didn't actually like the pit, it seemed barbaric to her but she accepted that it was a part of their society.
"Can we go see?"
Michelle nodded, "of course."
They walked off in the general direction of the pit. Alanna veered off when she noticed a group of men who were goading a shackled and hobbled Santaur. Alanna had yet to meet one but there was no mistaking that this man was a Santaur. He was a prime example of his kind; long graceful legs that led to a powerful but lean body of a giant red deer. His human half was just as handsome as his deer half, broad powerful chest with long powerful arms. His neck was wide and strong to support his head and rack of antlers. He was perhaps only seven feet tall from head to hoof but he looked taller than that as the massive rack that sprouted from his skull made him appear bigger. It easily could be five feet wide with sharpened points which made them deadly weapons.
A Gephalim approached with a saw to cut the rack from his head. At that point, Alanna stormed forward and grabbed the hand that held the saw. She watched, as a woman who had wanted to rush forward was yanked back and held still, preventing her from racing to his aid. She was dressed simply in a cotton dress with a sash, which went, across from her right shoulder to left hip. Her hair fell in a long dark plait that went to her knees and complimented her coffee and cream skin tone; her honey brown eyes were fixed on the Santaur both with love and with fear.
"Why is this Santaur shackled?" She asked, clearly disapproving with what she saw.
The Gephalim glared at her. "Because I said so."
Alanna glared at him, "Because you said so is not a good enough reason."
He glared back at her, not used to being questioned by anyone, let alone an insignificant woman but he could not ignore her as others were gathering and seemed to agree with her. "He attempted to steal something from my house…"
"What did he try to steal?" Alanna asked, though she was sure the woman they were restraining was what he was trying to take. The fact they had to restrain her meant she was going willingly with him.
"None of your business, he is mine to do with as I please and he will earn me good money when I sell him to the gladiators." He sneered. "Hold him still I want his rack before he is killed." He barked at several of the men with him.
Several watching Santaur stomped their feet, not happy but unable to step in, having a rack forcefully removed was a big dishonour for their kind. However, they could not meddle in the affairs of Da'Vaila even if it included a member of their own race.
"I will wager everything in my purse that I can kick your arse." Alanna declared knowing that he would never back down from such an open challenge.
He was beginning to look amused as his eyes roamed over her. "And what do you want of me if I loose…" he cracked up laughing at the thought of losing to the tiny human girl.
"The Santaur."
His laughter stopped. "Depends on what is in your purse."
Alanna handed it to Michelle knowing he would never trust her word. Michelle quickly counted. "Twenty khunts." Michelle declared.
He continued laughing again. "Easiest money I have ever made." He declared.
"Double or nothing then." Alanna said, surprising him. "My purse and my breast plate for the Santaur and the woman your men are restraining." She declared.
His eyes went wide, for few ever wagered their breastplates; they were marks of honour. However, the man who had the breastplates of others and had won them in fair battle would rise in status. "Done little one. Any restrictions?"
"On you… no… me… yes." She took off her sword and gave it to Michelle, startling the woman. Alanna drew her dagger. "I'm ready."
He and his men cracked up laughing as they thought it was a big joke and smirked at each other. He stepped forward and drew his blade, confidence abound.
Alanna waited as he went to lunge and she was off. She stepped under his guard and around him. As he moved to keep up with her, she jumped using her free hand to grab a wing and pressed her dagger to his throat. Her legs wrapped firmly around his hips just in case. Everyone stared in surprise, they knew of no one who could move that fast… not to mention win that fast.
"I win." Alanna declared, just to make sure he wasn't going to do anything dishonourable.
"Yes." He admitted, not even panting… it was over so fast! "Who are you?" he demanded as she released him.
"Alanna." She answered while she sheathed her dagger, surprised that this man hadn't figured out who she was.
"Where did you learn to move like that, to fight like that?" He asked clearly shaken at the ease with which she had beaten him.
"My mother. It's the quick or the dead with her."
"The what?" He asked, perplexed.
"The quick and the dead. There are the two types of warriors, the quick and the dead. Against me you are in the dead category, against your own you are in the quick category." She explained.
He nodded. "Release her." He ordered. The woman was marched forward and pushed to Alanna. Alanna used her dagger to cut the sash from the woman's body, which declared which house she was a part of. Alanna quickly took off one of the sashes Jewel had tied around her waist and offered it to the woman who had a choice to make, put on the sash Alanna was offering her or become a nomad. She glanced to the man she loved, the wilds were not safe, and being a nomad was not an easy life style, she knew she had only one choice, so she quickly tied it on. It was simply not safe to wander without showing some form of allegiance to one of the houses.
The Santaur was forced forward and his chains were given to Alanna.
"The key." She asked expectantly while holding out her hand.
The Gephalim frowned but was handing her the key anyway. The Santaur tried to rear, to lash out at them both but the hobble only allowed him to partially get up so he tried to slam his antlers down on Alanna but he struck a shield. Several men went to grab him.
"STOP WHERE YOU ARE." Dominic's voice boomed suddenly.
Alanna smiled and released her shield. "I'm not going to hurt you; I want to release you so stand still."
The woman slid before Alanna and the man she loved, pressing her hands to his chest. She unsteadily tiptoed to soothe him, speaking softly, telling him that she wasn't going to leave him and that he needed to trust Alanna and to trust Dominic. She stepped back and nodded to Alanna when she felt that he was calm.
Alanna stepped forward, reached up with the key now that the Santaur seemed calmer, and used it on the lock that connected a crude metal collar around his neck. She tossed it on the ground and undid the shackles at his wrists and finally with Michelle's help, she managed to get the hobbling harness from around his legs, flank, back, and withers off.
He held his arms open and his lady ran into his arm and pressed her face to his body.
Alanna smiled at the scene before her, "You are free to return to your herd." Alanna told him as he watched her, surprised.
"He has no herd." Dominic answered for him.
Alanna turned to him and he nodded. "Lord Dominic is correct. I was kicked out of my herd for falling in love with a human and choosing her to be my mate." He answered with a little bow, a sign of gratitude to Alanna for freeing him and the love of his life.
Dominic frowned. "I'll talk to Mather about letting you pass through his land. I might even be able to get you running rights in his lands."
"Pardon?" He asked with widened eyes.
"Since your lady is now a part of my house, I assume you wish to be with her." Dominic answered, as he indicated at her sash around her waist.
"I don't…" He started to say as he didn't understand.
Dominic sighed. "Love isn't something I mess with. Make your home at my keep, I'll talk to Mather."
Michelle smiled. "You are such a softy."
Dominic glared playfully at the woman who had given birth to him and who had become one of his closest friends. "No, I'm not. Bianca just opened my eyes a little and Alanna and Sage forcing them wider." He turned to the Santaur who was hugging his mate. "Gather whatever you own…"
"I have nothing, my lord." The woman answered, for even if she had owned anything she wouldn't have gone to get it. That was her old life and she was looking forward to her new life with the man she loved.
"Okay…" Dominic grabbed some money out of his pouch and gave it to her. "Buy what you need from the markets for your new life." Dominic went to leave but turned back. "Forgive me, I haven't even asked for your names."
"I am Byson." The Santaur said with a bow.
"I am Xen." The woman said gently.
"Byson, Xen, be at my merchants by the sixth toll. Enjoy the markets." He told them.
They nodded and left holding hands and smiling at each other. The woman paused and turned back to Alanna and Dominic, she bowed deeply to her new lord, thanking both of them silently for her new life. Michelle handed Alanna her sword and her purse. "You're a curious woman." She commented.
"Curious good or curious bad?" Alanna enquired.
"Just curious." Michelle shrugged.
Dominic smiled. "I still have some serious shopping to do. Still can't figure out what to get for Sage, any luck Alanna?"
Alanna nodded, "I got her a locket."
Dominic frowned, "Why?" He question. A locket was a girly item and Sage, even when her mother was alive, couldn't stand girly things.
Alanna glanced around to ensure her sister was nowhere near and before pulling the locket out. She showed it to him and opened it. He instantly saw what she had when she had brought it: enough for both sets of parents to be in. For his daughter it would still be girly but it was a sentimental kind of girly that she would value greatly.
"Even if it is girly, she'll wear it." Dominic declared. "Okay, I'm off again. Remember the eatery at the fourth bell." He reminded before dashing off, not even stopping to chat to Michelle.
Alanna rolled her eyes at his back. Michelle chuckled. Alanna quickly returned the gift to a pocket. She made sure her sword was sitting right then frowned. "What toll is it?"
"Middle second. Why?"
"Great, just what am I meant to do for next hour and a half?" Alanna complained with her forehead creasing.
Michelle chuckled. "Come; let me guide you around the markets." Michelle offered.
"Okay, but I am only allowing myself five khunts to spend. When is the next market day?" She asked as they started to walk again.
"Markets are held every two weeks on rest day. The markets are going to be next at Phoenix keep." Michelle answered while looking around.
"So… three days after the birthday feast..." Alanna said to herself, trying to learn how time worked here.
"Yes."
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Alanna and Michelle made it to the eatery just as the bell tolled. Sage ran up and smiled. "Had to run all the way from the pit." She explained to Alanna. "Hi Michelle, what are you doing here? You rarely leave Altal."
Michelle smiled. "My daughter Breeha needed some fabric to re-do her chamber, she only just got her wandering rights and I thought it best to come to keep an eye on her but she bumped into an older friend who is showing her around. I ended up bumping into your sister and showed her the ropes of our world."
Sage smiled and stepped aside to let another group pass.
Tarval walked up to them and smiled when he noticed Michelle. "Hello, Michelle." He greeted.
"Tarval." Michelle leant forward and they rubbed cheeks. Alanna felt a surge of anger at the greeting; she blinked and tried to figure out why she was reacting angrily to a friendly greeting.
"How have you been?" Tarval asked when they came apart.
"Good, Breeha came of age a few weeks ago and you know what that means. Fern is going to get me to dump my pregnancy charm again." Michelle turned to Alanna to explain with a little smile. "I'm married five hundred years now. Fern is an Elemental and we have three children." She turned to Tarval and continued. "You worry me, Tarval. When are you going to settle down and think of starting your own family?" She asked kindly.
"When I find the right person." He answered. He wasn't ready to admit to anyone that he had found the woman he wanted to spend eternity with and she was standing right next to him. He just had to convince her they were perfect for each other first. The rest will fall in line thereafter.
Michelle studied him for a moment, sensing that he was trying to hide something from all of them. Although they had been forced together to create the Nephalim, Tarval had been animate with the gods, he would not be forced to create life if he could not first get along with Michelle, and she had agreed. It had taken almost five hundred years trapped in a tower that existed outside of time before they decided they could be friends and got along well. Even after four thousand more years of living together and twelve boys had been born, they had remained good friends when they were finally released. Their familiarity meant they couldn't keep secrets from each other.
"Look, da! Come on." Sage grabbed Alanna and dragged her off when she spotted her father in the crowd.
Michelle held Tarval back, waiting until the two girls and Dominic were in the thick of the bustle and unlikely to hear them. "What's going on, Tarval?"
"Nothing." He quickly answered… a bit too quickly.
She arched an elegant eyebrow, she didn't believe him. "I've known you far too intimately to believe that Tarval, so why don't you drop the pretences and just tell me."
He glanced around and spotted a privacy booth. He grabbed her and pulled her into it. The door shut and sealed them within. Although people could see them, they couldn't hear them. "Just drop it, Michelle," he told her, knowing that she will not.
She crossed her arms and asked pointedly. "Why drag me into a privacy booth if you want the matter dropped?"
"Because I know you Michelle and you are… to use a phrase Sage likes, a dog with a bone. Once you have something, you won't let it go."
She smiled softly in confusion, "what's a dog?"
He snorted. "No idea but Sage always throws the taunt at Alanna and she always growls and drops what she's doing so I assume it's some kind of non-were lesser wolf species."
"Okay, since you know I'm not going to drop this… spill!"
He bowed his head and sighed.
"Fine then, I'll guess… Alanna, she's the one."
He nodded, not surprised at her guess. She had probably seen his discrete glances at Alanna and how he positioned himself to keep her within his sights.
She smiled pleased that he had finally found the one he was searching for. "Well, that's great!" She firmly believed that he needed a woman in his life, needed someone to laugh and play with.
He rolled his eyes. Of course, she had to find this great; she had been hounding him about settling down ever since she herself had found that special someone.
"Why haven't you told her?" She demanded to know. If Alanna had been aware of his feelings, she would have shown it by either returning those feeling or distancing herself from him.
"Because I know her. What do you know about her?" He threw back defensively for this was a sensitive issue for him. He wanted to tell her that he liked her, that he liked her more than a friend should but he didn't want to scare her away from him. Better to have unrequited love than not have her in his life at all.
She shrugged and backed off. "Only rumour and what I've seen."
"Then nothing," he surmised. "I know her. That's why I haven't told her… because I know her. I know her past Michelle." he rubbed his face. "I can't tell you what she's been through, she trusts me and that is far more important than anything in the world." He went to the door. "Now drop it." He told her firmly before he opened the door and stepped out into the bustle.
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Alanna frowned when she saw Tarval and Michelle in the booth.
"Privacy booth; it allows for private conversations. He's probably telling her to mind her own love life. That's what he did the last time she pried." Sage explained when she saw what had Alanna's attention.
"They seem like really good friends." Alanna said, fishing.
"They are. They bicker like wolves and cats but they love to bicker much like ma and da."
Alanna snorted at that. Their parents didn't like to bicker: they loved to bicker, they even liked to argue about not arguing. Sage smiled, knowing her sister was thinking the same thing she was about their parents.
"Come on, let's go get da. He can keep them both under control." Sage tugged her towards her father who was talking to another Santaur. Alanna was all for interrupting the cosy two-some and she refused to analyse why just yet. "Hello, Mather." Sage said with a bow when she joined them.
"Sage," the handsome Santaur said before turning to Alanna. "And you must be Alanna." He added with a bow.
Alanna smiled weakly and bowed her head. She didn't know why she felt uneasy around Mather, he was handsome with an impressive rack. She finally realised what had her on edge; there was something about his eyes, the expectant look in them, as if he was waiting for something, for her to do something. Mather frowned as he noticed her body language, don't bother, was easily read as well as, don't touch.
Mather turned to Dominic and bowed. "I will let you get back to your plans." He excused himself and left, he didn't take offence at Alanna's body language as he knew far more about her than even she did. He was a prophet and had seen her coming here for years, had started seeing her when she was still a child and he had seen everything that had been done to her. The most important of his visions however took place after she came here and after she and Tarval get together. The change she helps to instigate was going to open up a whole knew era in this world, an era he wanted.
Dominic turned to the girls. "Where's Tarval?"
"Bickering with Michelle." Alanna answered, somewhat irritated.
Dominic rolled his eyes and went to find them, with Sage and Alanna following close behind. Michelle and Tarval were found coming out of the privacy booth when they reached them. A woman who appeared no older than Sage was waiting for them.
"Hi, Tarval." The new woman greeted.
"Breeha." He said and gave her a hug. He then stepped aside and caught Alanna in a headlock. "Have you met Alanna yet?" he asked playfully as she tried to struggle free.
"No." She said with a smile. Like everyone, she had heard of Alanna but she had never dreamt of meeting the brave woman.
"Let me go or the next time I give you a swimming lesson, I'll dump you." Alanna threatened, using her hands to try to unseat his firm lock.
Michelle gave Tarval a startled look. She had offered to teach Tarval to swim several times but he had always declined, it was only later that she learnt he had an irrational fear of deep water. Letting Alanna teach him when he was at his most vulnerable showed just how much he trusted her. Although, perhaps she shouldn't be so surprised since Alanna owned his heart, how could he not trust her?
Tarval released her in a flash and gave her a dirty look.
Alanna hit him in the arm. "You believed that! I would never do that!" She hit him again and just for good measure, she hit him one last time. Tarval winced and rubbed his abused arm. He had to concede that he knew she would never have done that so he deserved the beating for over-reacting.
Dominic cracked up laughing while Sage smirked, "Come on, Tarval, she would have just taken it out on you in the morning during your spar."
Tarval blushed and ducked his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. Breeha stepped in and held her hand out to Alanna as a distraction. "Hi, I'm Breeha."
"Hi." Alanna took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "And I still will. Like I would really betray that kind of trust."
"How about we all go and get some food?" Dominic said before Alanna and Tarval started to fight.
Michelle agreed and stepped between Tarval and Alanna to keep them from continuing their argument. "Sounds great, where do you want to eat?"
"We have choices," Dominic explained to Alanna. "There is an open pit grill, roast and grilled meats as well as vegetables."
"Then there's my favourite, the Stock Pot. It does stews and soups." Michelle added.
"Don't forget the Bard's, we can listen to music and get food from any of the other stalls." Tarval added.
"Yeah, but you've got to know exactly what you want to eat." Sage butted in.
Alanna held up her hands, she knew they wanted her to make a choice as to where they would be going to eat, as this was her first market day. "Let's do the Bard thing. I'll make my choice off of what you get."
They smiled and tugged Alanna along the alleyway and turned sharply to get to the Bard's where they quickly grabbed a table close to the stage and dance floor.
A young girl raced over, she glanced around the table and her eyes went wide when she saw Alanna. Dominic smirked but waited for the girl to remember her manners. She blinked and quickly grabbed a note pad. "I'll have the special on offer at Stock Pot." Michelle got in first.
The girl smiled, "Today's Stock Pot specials are a mince stew with cheese bread and chicken and vegetable soup with sour dough bread." Michelle frowned, she like both choices on offer. "There is also a goat stew on offer and a pork mince pie."
"I'll have… the mince stew special." She decided.
"I'll have the goat stew," Breeha added.
"Do you know what's on offer at the Grill Pit?" Dominic asked.
The girl nodded as she quickly wrote Michelle and Breeha's order down. "The specials are roasted suckling pig with assorted roast vegetables, ground oven beef or game birds both with assorted vegetables. They also have prime ribs in both, beef and pork as well as some coal baked fish." She listed.
"I'll have the suckling pig special," Tarval said, licking his lips, "Extra gravy." He added.
"The same for me." Dominic slid in.
"Do you know what game birds they have?" Sage asked, if they had grouse hen she would be all over that.
"Pheasant and Grouse." She answered.
"I'll have the Grouse and a suckling pig." Sage quickly decided.
That left Alanna to decide what she wanted and it all sounded delicious to her. "I'll have the beef and the pork prime ribs."
The girl glanced at Alanna. Alanna smirked, "Oh, I can eat all of that, I'm Were."
She nodded and tallied up the costs and added the charges for buying through them. "Six Khunts."
Dominic dug out seven and gave them to the girl, "We want you to serve us for our stay." He told her, as he knew Alanna had been getting more and more uncomfortable with all the attention being directed her way. He hoped that since their server had already gawked at her that she wouldn't gawk again while serving them.
She nodded and left, she walked pass her boss to give him the extra coin and their cut along with Dominic's request. He nodded and she left to get their order filled.
"So how did we go today?" Dominic asked.
Sage smiled, "Awesome. I kicked arse in the pits."
Dominic rolled his eyes, "I was talking about shopping."
Sage smirked, "I did that too. Our merchants should have it." She turned to Alanna, "How did you do?"
Alanna smiled at her sister, "Michelle's merchant should be getting it right about now."
Sage pulled a face, "Spoil sport."
Michelle chuckled. "How did you do?" She asked Dominic.
"Well, I accomplished everything I wanted to today." He smiled. He had been lucky because only moments after leaving Alanna, he found Sage's gift and twenty minutes after that he found Alanna's gift.
Everyone turned to Tarval, he smiled, "I got what I needed." Sage's gift had been simple, as he had organised a matching belt for the dagger Michelle had gotten her. Alanna had been trickier. Everything either had been not appropriate or crap. He had however; finally found a gift he could be proud to say he found for her. It was a gold necklace torque with wolf heads. He hoped she would like it.
Breeha smiled, "I found the perfect cloth to redo my chamber."
Michelle smiled at her daughter but she had a feeling that neither Sage nor Alanna would be interested in interior design. They were both more comfortable with swords, and war than with the girlie things. "So, know what you're wearing to your birthdays?" Michelle asked.
"Yes, but we like to keep what we're wearing a surprise." Sage jumped in before Alanna could spill the beans. Michelle nodded and smiled. | literotica |
Title: Ben and Beatrice
Tags: brother, sister, dupe, shakespeare
*Author's note: This story is an experiment. It is based on "Much Ado About Nothing" but you don't need to see that play to understand this story.*
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Ben was wondering what he was going to do with his afternoon off. He was a summer camp leader at camp P- Lake. It was a good job for the summer for a college guy like him and he was getting nearer and nearer to getting a date with one of the women leaders. Her name was Alice and she was so pretty that Ben almost didn't think she was real at first. He had thought that she should be on the cover of magazines, not roughing it at a summer camp. But she had said she wanted to be a teacher when she finished college so she thought this would be a good job for that.
Wednesday afternoon was Ben's off time. He could have gotten into his car and left for the town that was down the road but he'd done that last week and discovered that it wasn't such a good idea. The town really didn't have anything and it took so much time to get there. So this week he was just going to chill and catch up on his reading. He had a pretty interesting book about a fictitious first mission to Mars. A lot of those old Mars books were becoming popular recently. Now that the actual first human mission to Mars had been completed without anything going wrong it was interesting to go back and look at all the things people used to be worried about.
He was in the recreation room in the main administration building since trying to spend free time in one of the bunk houses or any of the other facilities was a good way for the kids to come and rope you into doing something with them. Ben usually didn't mind but when he had to be on the clock almost all the time, he had really started to look forward to just getting some alone time. It was more stressful than he'd thought to be responsible for the wellbeing of others.
But besides the kids, there was another very big reason he wanted to avoid the bunk houses. His sister. Beatrice had also gotten a job here and that bitch was deliberately going out of her way to make life hell for Ben. You wouldn't think it to look at her. You probably wouldn't think it even if you met her and got to know her a bit. But Beatrice had an evil side. She didn't show it to everyone. Usually she was just so nice all the time.
A lot of siblings might go through a stage where they fight but they eventually grow out of it. Not these two. Ben was eager to tell anyone who would listen that of course it was all completely Beatrice's fault. She was the nasty one, not him. He was kind and reasonable to everyone. But women being women, they always took his sister's side. And Beatrice being as beautiful as she was made other guys want to run to her defense. But they didn't know her like Ben knew her. They didn't know that the devil was in that girl. They didn't know about all the shit she'd pulled on Ben over the years.
Ben was in a dark room reclining on one of the sofas when he heard some people walk past the door to the rec room but they didn't go in.
"I should just fire both of them. I can't put up with this." That was the head of the camp, Mrs. Peters, talking.
"Don't do that. You don't know what the whole story is." That sounded like Mrs. Claudia.
"Then someone better explain it to me fast because I can't have those two yelling at each other and slamming doors everyday. They're scaring the children and we're going to have parents complaining."
Oh, shit. Ben then realized that they were talking about him and Beatrice. He was overhearing the boss talking about wanting to fire him. His fucking sister was now going to cost him a job. If he did get fired it would be the second time she'd done that. He remained still and tried not to make a sound.
The old man, Mr. Leonard, who was sort of the second in command there then said something. "This camp isn't just a place to make money. It is supposed to be a place of healing and those two need it."
"Why? Explain it to me like I'm a two year old."
"There are certain things I know. The girl, she pretends to hate but she loves her brother."
"Well, then, if she wants to keep her job she needs to stop pretending."
"That would be a bad idea." said Claudia.
"Why? Is she not supposed to love her brother? I don't care if they hold hands and prance around together in their free time. I want the arguing to stop."
"What she means to say is, the girl doesn't just love her brother. She's in love with her brother."
Ben was shocked. He froze in place as he heard that news. From the sounds of things Mrs. Peters was shocked as well. The conversation didn't continue for a few seconds.
"That can't possibly be true."
"It's true." said Mrs. Claudia.
"Beyond reason, she loves him with something akin to a raging fire." said Mr. Leonard.
"And you knew about this?"
"Yes, ma'am." said Mrs. Claudia.
"Maybe she's just faking to get attention."
"No, ma'am." said Mrs. Claudia.
"Faking? No one could ever fake the passion I see in her." said Mr. Leonard.
"Passion?" questioned Mrs. Peters. "Like what?"
The older man began to speak but Ben could not hear and so he inched his way closer to the door and almost fell off the sofa. A part of his mind was thinking that maybe they were trying to trick him but old Leonard, so long good friends with Ben's father would never play a trick on him as cruel as this would be.
"And you see the way he looks at his sister." Mrs. Claudia said a little softer as Ben heard someone pass them in the hall.
"Well, if that's really what's going on then those two need to sit down and talk it through like adults instead of having shouting matches." said Mrs. Peters.
"No. She says she can never tell him." said Mr. Leonard. "But not telling him torments her."
"Her hate is a mask." said Mrs. Claudia. "She wants him at a distance because she could not bear it if he knew."
"I can bring by the words she tried to write to him. Then you'll see with your own eyes. She writes a love letter to him every night and even I have to admit I feel sorry for the girl. If only she were to direct her feelings at another target."
"And those are the mild ones." said Mrs. Claudia. "Some of what she writes is so lurid that I can't even repeat it. She reads it to herself over and over again and then she tears it into a million pieces. She paces back and forth around her bed railing against herself for feeling the way she does. Then she falls down on her knees. She weeps. Then she prays, pleads even, with God to take her feelings for her brother away."
"There are times when, I have to say it, I'm scared that girl might do something to hurt herself if this keeps up."
"If all of that is true, and I'm going to check you understand ... but if all that is true then it is best we get Conner in on this. We need to have a sit down with her, and the brother so we can work this out."
"And what would talking accomplish?" ask Claudia. "We'd just push her over the edge."
"Look, I like her." said Mrs. Peters. "I like her a lot. She's good with the kids but I have to stop the yelling."
"She's a smart girl." said Claudia. "Maybe we can just sit down with her and let her know that we know and maybe with our support we can help her through this without getting a whole bunch of other people involved. She'd be mortified."
"True." said the administrator. "It isn't like her brother can return her feelings. He's a good guy and I like him too but our main concern as of now is getting her in order. Once she's taken care of, then we can pull him to the side and tell him to lay off his sister."
"I don't think we should ever tell him. Not as long as she thinks she feels this way. Let's get her some counseling."
"I fear the poor girl will wear her heart out pining after her brother of all people." said Leonard.
"Counseling is a good idea for her." Mrs. Peters said. "Let's get that started but first I want to talk to the girls that might have seen her acting this way. We need to make sure they keep quiet."
The group moved away from the rec room and Ben was left there feeling dazed. His sister was in love with him. She was secretly in love with him. That was why she was so angry every time he was around her. That was why ... Holy Shit!!!
That meant that every time she was trying to hurt him it was just an attempt to show him she loved him. That meant that all those times she attacked him it was because she wanted his attention. All those arguments she started over nothing were her trying to tell him how she felt. All those times she tried to get whoever Ben was dating to break up with him were her feeling jealous.
Ben felt like an asshole. He'd been a dick to her. But he didn't know. He could swear he didn't know. He had no idea. She was hurting with thoughts of incest that she could never feel safe enough to tell anyone. She needed him to be helpful and understanding and instead he'd been a jerk to her. His poor sister.
The boys bunk house was empty when Ben got back to his bed and started to pull things out of his bag and lay them out.
"Hey, ass wipe." said Beatrice who had snuck up behind him.
"Beatrice." said Ben.
"Dinner's ready. They want me to tell you to get your lazy ass in gear."
"Thank you."
"Well you ..." She had been ready with a comeback to whatever he might have said. In truth, she hadn't even been listening so it took a moment for her to realize he hadn't said anything to really fight about. "You better not keep them waiting. What are you doing out here anyway? You better not be masturbating, you sick pervert."
Ben reached for one of the items on his bed and then he offered it to her. "Here. Maybe you need this more than me."
"I don't need anything from ..." Then she realized he was giving her the laptop that they were supposed to be sharing. Ben had been given use of it for the summer since he had a lot of studying to do and Beatrice didn't have nearly so much of a college load. And now he was just giving it to her. Why? "What are you trying to pull?"
"If now's not a good time, just come and get it whenever you need it."
"Oh, but aren't you scared I'll see all your porn?"
"There's nothing on there I'm embarrassed about."
"Embarrassed. If you want embarrassed I'll show you embarrassed."
"Thank you." Ben said again. Those words completely disarmed her and she didn't know where to go.
"Well, ... just stay out here all night if you're not hungry but I am so bye." Then she stormed out and didn't even bother to take the computer.
Ben came into the cafeteria and found the troop of boys he was assigned to. They started to tell him what they'd done that day when Beatrice deliberately jammed her tray into his back as she was passing him. Some of the gravy from her food splattered onto Ben.
The eyes around them all got wider and the other leaders went into high alert. John was going to the door so he could have it open the second those two had to be told to leave.
Then, nothing happened. Ben ignored what his sister had done. He just went right back to encouraging the boys to tell him about their day.
After all the boys had eaten and put their trays up, Ben was waiting for them to get lined up so he could get a head count. Beatrice marched her troop right in front of Ben and then his sister said in a very loud voice that if Ben was going to have food on his clothes like a homeless person, he might as well sleep outside instead of in the bunk house.
...
Beatrice finished checking on the girls in the bunk house and everyone seemed to be sleeping. Before going to sleep herself she shut down the laptop. She couldn't believe her brother had turned into such a wimp overnight. Now she was going to ride him for everything. It was time to put him in his place and punish him to the max.
She went to use the restroom before turning in. While she was in the stall she overheard a very interesting thing. Two of the other women came in and they were talking about her brother. Beatrice hid her feet so they wouldn't censor their conversation on her account.
"Ben is so cute. And you're sure he doesn't have a girlfriend."
"If you hear the reason why you might change your mind about him, though."
"He's not gay is he? Just my luck, another perfect male ruined."
"Worse."
"What could be worse than gay? I mean, he's nice. He's not a jerk."
"He's in love with his sister."
"What?"
"Sh! Keep it down."
"No. Way."
"I was over in the administration building and I overheard Mrs. Peters saying something about it."
"Really?"
"Really. And think about it. Did you see how he was acting towards her? He's not the one starting these fights, she is."
"So?"
"So, why's she so mad at him?"
"It could be anything."
"Yeah, and it could be he tried to make a pass at her and she had the good sense to be pissed about it."
"The poor guy. Can you imagine what that must be like?"
"I don't even want to."
"But ... it's so romantic."
"Romantic? That's his sister. It's gross. It's worse than gross. It's like ... I mean, they'd have mutant babies or something."
"I know that, but what I mean is, he has such an innocent love but she can never love him back, not like he loves her. And he can never tell anyone about it. It would eat me alive if I had to bottle something like that up."
"In any event, dating him is probably not a good idea. Even if he were to go through the motions, he'd always have another girl on his mind and I couldn't accept that."
"I don't know. He's the best looking guy here. And he's also probably the smartest."
"And the sickest."
"He needs someone to show him how to love someone other than his sister."
"He needs a therapist."
"He needs someone like me."
"You're not serious right now."
"I am. He needs someone who's not going to reject him or push him away. He needs to be with someone who he knows will accept him for who he really is. I think if I can give him that he'll stop feeling the way he does for his sister."
"I don't think those kinds of feelings can just be switched off. Who knows how long this has been building up. I think it's kind of a stupid move."
"Even if his feelings for her never completely go away, that doesn't mean he'd do anything with her. He needs to know he can love someone else. I can transition him. I can fix him. You watch. When he argues with his sister he'll see that I'm on his side. Then he'll open up to me and I can remind him of how two faced his sister is."
"I think it's crazy."
The girls left and Beatrice felt like the bottom had fallen out of her heart. She started crying and couldn't stop no matter how much she tried. She could not believe how awful she'd been to her brother. Her sweet, sweet brother. And now his secret, his terrible secret; that he'd guarded to the point that Beatrice didn't even suspect; was now out and who knew how many people would learn of it.
She felt like an absolutely shitty person as she made her way to her bed. Memory after memory of when she'd tried to hurt him came back to her. How long had he been in love with her? She thought she had the answer. That Christmas party where they'd had to dance together. Maybe it started then. And from then every time Beatrice had done something, to him it was a double betrayal.
Under her covers she rolled up into the fetal position and started crying hard. She was trying to be quiet about it but wave after wave of remorse, regret, and pity started flooding out of her. She could not believe all the things she'd done to him. She wanted to hug him. She wanted to apologize to him. She wanted to protect him. But all she'd ever done to him was try and put him down for the crime of being a little older than her.
And to make it worse, he'd tried to move on from her. He'd tried and she'd sabotaged him. Maybe that was the worst part. But she didn't know. She could plead with him that she didn't know. ...
"I just heard that they want each house manager to bring the forms in for everyone." said Conner while the boys were going to breakfast.
Ben listened and as usual it took him an extra second to process what Conner had said because of the guy's accent. "Why?" asked Ben who was not thrilled to be told he'd have to do someone else's work for them.
"I don't know. Do you want me to leave them on your bed?"
"No. You hold onto them until I come get them. Otherwise they might go missing."
"Dude." said John to Ben. "I heard your sister was bawling her eyes out last night. What the hell did you do to her this time?"
"Not now." said Ben. He was making sure the kids in his group each got only one cafeteria tray during breakfast.
"This constant, you know, whatever, between you and your sister is going to have to stop or you guys ..."
"I know. It's stopping. Don't worry."
"It better be."
"I can't stop her from ... being emotional but there'll be no more fighting. Ok? That part is over."
Once all the kids were served and everyone was sitting down to eat; Ben glanced over at his sister. She saw him looking at her and then she hid her face from him. That would have seemed like new behavior for her but then he saw his sister mentally firing daggers at another girl.
Beatrice was watching that bitch Ursula with hateful eyes. What kind of stupid fucking name was Ursula anyway? Were her parents fucking morons? She dared to think she could fix Beatrice's brother. There was nothing wrong with him. He was perfect. Beatrice wanted to keep that skank away from her sibling. She didn't want anyone to touch him. He was going through a tough time and if anyone was going to be there for him, it was going to be Beatrice. His feelings were for her so she had to be the one to help him.
She had to ... make up for all the things she'd done to him. Whatever it took, she was going to get him to forgive her. And then she was going to be the one to help him. It was her responsibility. She was family, not that bitch.
...
"Brian." said Ben. When he heard the child answer that he was present he checked off the name on the attendance form. "Carl. ... Steven. ... Captain, give me a head count." The oldest of the boys reported that all 23 were present. "Good. Ok, bear troop. We're going to make our way up the path to the rope way. Then we're going to ..."
"Excuse me." said a woman as she approached Ben's group. Ben didn't remember her name. She handed him a note and then all the boys in the group started making 'oo" sounds. The woman excused herself and Ben put his hands up to get the boys to quiet down.
"Alright, alright. It's not that kind of letter, just so you know."
They encouraged him to read it but Ben shook his head. "First mate, I want you leading the way. Captain, I want you in back to make sure we don't have any stragglers. Ok, boys. Let's move."
...
"Patricia, can I talk to you for a second?" said Beatrice.
"Sure. What's up?"
Beatrice looked around to see if anyone would overhear them. "We're friends, right?"
"Sure. Of course we are."
"Good. I only want to say this one time. I don't care what you heard or what you think you heard. If it has to do with my brother you shut up about it."
"Your brother? I ... I ..."
"I mean it. Shut your mouth. It has nothing to do with you."
"I would never tell ..."
"If Ursula gets a date with Ben I'm holding you responsible. My brother isn't a toy."
"I thought you hated your brother."
"He's still my brother."
"Alright. I'm sorry. I should have come and told you first."
"You're damn right. What were you thinking repeating something like that about someone?"
"I was just so surprised. I mean, you don't hear that everyday."
"Well, if it's about my brother, I don't want people hearing it at all."
"Ok. Secret. I understand. Totally."
"Good, cause I better not hear about it spreading to anybody else."
"You won't. I'll talk to Ursula."
"Make sure you do. And tell that bitch she does not want to be on my shit list."
...
Ben found a moment when the boys were all occupied with their tasks so he could open the letter.
"Hello, Ben. I know we haven't had much time to get to know each other but I was hoping that could change. I'm the leader of raccoon troop and I think your boys and my girls would get along at meal times. Maybe there might be some other activities on the schedule we could do together as well. By the way, I heard you like billiards. I'm not such a bad pool player myself. I'd love to meet you in the rec room for a friendly game."
Well, that was nice but the timing was bad. He had to think about his sister. How would she react to news of him going on a date? Would that help her move past being in love with him or would it fuel fighting between her and the girl?
Actually, with just a second of thought, Ben already knew how Beatrice would react. She'd do that same thing she always did when Ben was going to be with someone. Beatrice would do all she could to get the girl to leave Ben in some epic way. He used to think it was just typical spoiled little sister behavior but now he understood why she acted that way. He couldn't really risk dating a girl here.
But that girl had been hot. She looked like a fashion model. No, models were too thin. She looked like ... a playboy playmate. That's what she looked like. Ben would hate to pass that up because his sister was having issues. But what could he do? Family has to help family.
Maybe he could see that girl in secret and just not let his sister know. He could come up with some reason why they'd have to not tell Beatrice. Hell, he could just mention his sister's history of being a prolific cock blocker and the girl, Ursula, should understand.
Ben thought about that other girl, Alice, who he'd been trying to get close to. Well, she just lost her chance. Guys are attracted to beauty, it's true. But more than that, all other things being the same, guys are attracted to the women who show an interest in them. Then Ben thought back to his sister and all the times she'd tried to show an interest in him. He guessed it took on many different forms.
Ben's group got back down the mountain just in time to get dinner with everyone else. Humming bird troop was no more and the girls of that troop had been spread out among the others. This cause some odd seat placement in the cafeteria. Somehow things had been worked out so that the only space for bear troop to sit down was next to raccoon troop and Ben was seated next to Ursula. This caused Beatrice to get up from the table and go to her brother.
There was a sudden silence as everyone saw the sister approach Ben. A few people braced themselves for the worst and even Mrs. Peters was about to run up to them to break them up. But the fighting that many were predicting to happen in their heads didn't transpire.
"Ben, can I see you in private for a sec so we can talk."
Very calmly Ben nodded. He was thankful that the word he'd thought she used just then was only his imagination. "Sure. Ok, boys, I'll be right over there. Be good. I'll be right back."
Ben and Beatrice went off to the hall just outside the cafeteria together.
"So, what's up?" Ben asked.
"That girl, Ursula. She's bad news."
"The girl I was just sitting next to?"
"Yes. She's a ... one of those ... She's a heart breaker."
"Really? Are you sure your feelings on this are clear?"
Beatrice took his hand and held it. "Ben. I'm not going to argue with you and I'm not going to raise my voice. I'm telling you as your sister who loves you. Ok. I love you. I'm telling you, don't go doing anything with that girl. I know you guys can't help yourselves when a pretty girl even blinks your way but you're better than that."
And there it was. She had just said it. How many times had she just said that to him, trying so hard for him to understand that she meant more to it than sisterly love? "I'm just sitting next to her."
"She's after you."
"I understand. Thanks for the warning."
She hugged him. Ben thought it would be a short hug but she didn't want to let go. He eventually let her know that her girls were finished and it was time for them to put their trays up for washing.
When Ben came to sit back down, Ursula asked what that was about. Ben just said it was family business.
That night, at the meeting before lights out Ben gave his troop some bad news. The forecast called for rain the next day so they wouldn't be going swimming as was originally planned. They were going to do arts and crafts instead and they'd get their swimming day when the weather was better.
Then it was lights out and Ben asked John to look after his troop for a few moments. The thought of his sister hurting herself had come into his mind and he didn't want her to go another night of crying.
He went over to the female bunk houses and knocked on the door to the one his sister's troop stayed in. He had to wait for Beatrice to get free of what she was doing and then the two siblings went for a walk out in the dark together.
"Are you feeling ok?" he asked her and then got ready to calm the waters if she took that as an attack.
"I'm fine. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Of course. You know, I wanted to talk to you about something specific."
"Ok. I'm listening."
"I know. Ok. Don't ask me how I found out but I know. I know about how you aren't sleeping well and I know why."
"You heard about that?"
"Yes. Ok. And I know it's because of me."
"What exactly is because of you? What do you want to tell me? Just say it. I won't be angry. I promise. I'll just listen."
"We're not stupid, me and you. Let's just be honest with each other. Let's get on the same page. Ok? I know that when you say that you love me and when I say it back to you, we're not really talking about the same thing, are we?"
"I'm glad you realize that you need to tell me that."
"I wanted to let you know that I'm here for you. I feel terrible that I caused you pain. I'm sorry."
"Thanks. And hey, same to you. I'm on your side, you know. I've always been on your side. And I know ... I know that a guy ... I know that you might need certain things and ..." She winced as she was about to say what she was thinking. "If you need anything from me, whatever it is, you can count on me. Just ask. Anything. Anything at all. Just ask."
"I think I know what you're trying to say."
"You do?"
"Beatrice, I'm not stupid. We both know what's going on here. But I'm not going to ask that of you." he said.
"You're not?" she asked.
"I mean, of course, if you asked me then I'd ... uh ... Ok, yes, I'd be there for you, too. If you wanted."
"So you need me to ask?"
"Well, no. I guess I could just offer if you wanted me to. If that would be easier for you."
"I can ask if you want me to." she said.
She looked at him and felt like she wanted to twitch out of her skin as the words formed in her mind. But she loved her brother. He needed her and she was going to help him. Instead of running away she doubled down. She swallowed hard and forced herself to keep her composure.
"Ben, you can kiss me if you want to." she invited.
"Do you ... do you want me to?"
"It's ok. You can."
"Are you asking me, like, right now?"
"You can do whatever you want with me."
"What do you need me to say? What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Ben. Kiss me. Will you please kiss me?"
Ben had to build up his courage and he moved a little closer to his sister. "If I do this, will it help with your ... sleeping?"
"Yes. Please kiss me. Don't worry about anything else. I'll make sure it stays a secret."
The most awkward kiss to ever happen some might say happened just then. The two siblings, each thinking they were making a huge sacrifice for the other, embraced and kissed the way lovers would. It was shallow and soft at first but then Beatrice started to put more effort into it and Ben reciprocated her action.
It's a very funny thing about the human body. The mind can know that something is not real but the body is remarkably less intelligent. If you make a person smile, afterwards they feel happier than they did before. If you make a person frown the same is true but for sadness. Actors sometimes find that all the love, hate, joy, and pain of their characters they can at times feel in their own bodies as if those were real emotions.
And so the act of kissing was having an affect. Once the initial barrier was broken down and the fake kiss became for both of them a real kiss, it went about affecting the body just the same as any other kiss.
"Was that ok?" he asked her when the kiss was finally over.
"Yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome. And I guess, anytime you want to ..."
"Yes. Anytime. You just come find me."
"Right. Ok. Anyway. I hope you sleep well. I have to get back to the ... the place but look if you find you can't sleep just come over. I don't think anyone would mind."
"Ben, I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize. It was a nice kiss."
"I mean, for everything I've been doing. I'm really sorry. Can you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive."
"Ben. I just let you kiss me. I'm trying to show you how much I care about you. Can you please just accept my apology and tell me you forgive me?"
"Ok. I forgive you. And I'm sorry, too. I know my feelings for you aren't what you want. I can't help that. But I'll always be here for you. Your wellbeing comes first to me."
"But that's ok. You don't have to be like everyone else. You're you. You can just be great being you. I completely accept you. And don't worry about me. Don't worry about how all of this is affecting me."
"I do worry. I hear about some of the things that happened with you in the girls house and I get worried."
"I was just crying. That's all. It's not an epidemic."
"I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean it like that. What I mean was ... Ok, look, forget it. As long as we're together and we take care of each other I won't need to cry anymore."
"You're sure?"
"Just let me be there for you."
"Alright. We'll be there for each other."
She hugged him and then they parted for the night.
...
Ben felt very weird as he checked on the kids and then got into bed. His sister had asked him to kiss her, he'd done it, and now it felt ok. He felt ok with it. He was not ok with the fact that he was ok with it but as for the actual kiss, that was ok. It didn't feel like they had gone too far. So yeah, if she needed him to kiss her, he could do that. No problem.
...
The girls of puma troop were all asleep. Good. Beatrice got her pajama's on and got into bed. This was so crazy. Not only was she going to have to do kissy stuff with her brother but she was going to have to take the lead because he was too embarrassed to just come out and tell her what he wanted. But she sort of understood. A lot of guys didn't want to sound like stalkers.
She put her fingers to her lips and remembered the kiss. It had been a nice kiss. Not the greatest but a nice kiss. If that was all he wanted from her then that would be fine. But who was she kidding. He was a guy. He wanted way more than that from her. Could she actually do anything more than kiss? She didn't know. She'd have to see if that moment ever came.
...
The weather the next day really was terrible. All the men got up at dawn to set up a covered walk way from the closest bunk house to the cafeteria. It wouldn't mean that the campers wouldn't get wet at all but it provided some cover where there was no other.
Even though Ben had worn his rain gear, water had still gotten to him and he was feeling the place where it was seeping in. He was tired and actually just a bit cold, but he couldn't tend to himself. He had to wake the boys up, take attendance, get them ready, and then go have breakfast.
All the boys got to eat first that day and they were all heading back to the houses when the girls showed up. Both Ursula and Beatrice went out of their way to wave at Ben when he passed them.
Back at the houses, it was free time for an hour and then they were going to make books by hand. Ben was reading up on how to teach them to sew pages together the old Coptic way. He listened to the rain as it was coming down hard and he thought that this activity might not be the best with so much humidity in the air.
...
In the cafeteria it was a battle of the stares. Beatrice gave dirty looks to Ursula and the other woman gave them right back. After breakfast they were still throwing mean looks to each other as the girls went back to the houses.
Beatrice did not like the idea of Ben dating Ursula. That would not be good. She wouldn't be dating him for him. She'd just be acting out some fantasy of hers. Beatrice was going to have to keep that from happening. But how? Could she give in to what her brother wanted, if only to keep him away from that girl? Could she do that? Well, she did kiss him but that was just to help him. How did it help him? Didn't that just push him more down the path? Why had she kissed him? Why had she let that happen? Because she wanted him to forgive her. Well, he'd given her that so there was really no further reason to allow him to do that.
Shit. She was starting to feel like a selfish bitch. She'd let her brother kiss her once and now she was really going to have to let him keep doing it. Otherwise she'd have to admit to herself that she only did it for some petty little reason of her own and not for his benefit at all.
Beatrice was not going to let herself lose to that other girl. There had to be a way to win without doing creepy stuff with her brother. Ok, she could let them date and when the relationship fell through she'd be there to comfort her brother. Or she could keep her brother content with not dating by just letting him kiss her every now and then and when summer was over, they could do some more extensive talking to help him work past his issues.
Neither option was ideal. She needed a way to help her brother not be in love with her but also not date that girl while at the same time letting her brother know that she didn't judge him for being the way he was.
Alice. Beatrice looked over at Alice. She'd get Alice to date her brother. She had to make sure that Alice knew nothing about the whole incest thing first and then she'd get Alice to date her brother and then when summer was over they'd just naturally break up since she lives out of state.
Perfect plan.
...
The rain had started to let up and it looked like a good chance to get all the attendance forms to administration. Ben decided to do it while his boys were all writing messages to their parents in the books they'd just put together. That project had turned out a lot better than Ben had thought it would.
He dropped off the package and the British girl, Margaret, who now worked in the office, gave it all a once over to check if they were all there. Then Ben was going to head back to the bunk house when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, how are you?" said Ursula who was there to drop off the forms from her house.
"Good. You?"
"Great."
"Had to one up me there."
"What you guys doing after lunch?"
"Good question. Swimming is out. Soccer is out. I don't want to have to make them sit and do crafts again. I was thinking basketball in the gym but someone's using it."
"That would be us."
"Have fun."
"We were going to do the team building thing. I have all the supplies ready."
"The thing where you have to get the little ball from one side of the court to the other?"
"If you guys wanted to use the gym, maybe we could do that together, you can officially cross it off your list, and then if they can actually do it; as reward we could all play some hoops."
"Well now, that is a good offer." Ben had to admit it.
"But is it an offer you'll accept?"
"I think I would at that so long as you have enough of those tube things."
"More than enough."
...
After lunch, Beatrice and her troop were doing singing practice when she heard that her brother's troop was joining Ursula's in the gym. For the rest of the activity she was off key. The moment she got back to the bunk house she found Alice, whose troop tried to go up the path to the rope way but had to turn back because it was too muddy.
Alice and her girls were heading to the showers but Beatrice got her attention long enough to ask a question.
"Alice, you know Ben, don't you?"
"Sure. You're brother's a nice guy."
"I heard that he sort of liked you."
"I know. I've known for a while. It's so obvious."
"Well? Do you like him?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Definitely."
"I have a boyfriend."
"What? Here?"
"Not here. Back home."
"Why keep that a secret?"
"I don't know. I just didn't feel like getting into it with everyone. Sorry. I didn't come here to date."
"No. That's ok. I just wish Ben knew so he wouldn't be ..."
"Hey, I heard Ursula liked him. They'd make a nice couple."
"Right. Ursula. Anyway, sorry to bother you."
"No worries. Ben is nice. If I didn't have a boyfriend I would have loved to go out with him."
...
It took 17 tries to get the little ball to travel down the path of interlocking plastic tubes that had been cut in half to make a trough. Each camper held just one piece and they had to gently guide the ball to the next camper. Once the ball passed them, they had to hurry to the end of the line so they could wait for the ball to pass them again.
Once the ball had finally gone in the little bucket, everyone was overjoyed. They all really felt like they had accomplished something. There was cheering, jumping, and high fives all around. In the middle of that Ursula jumped into Ben's arms and hugged him. The two leaders shared a brief moment. She kissed him on the cheek and then a few of the kids made noise with their "oo" sounds again.
The basketballs came out and the kids spread out to one of the six basketball hoops. It was a good chance to just let the kids play and organize themselves without Ben having to specifically tell them all where to be and what to do.
Ben was just watching the kids play when his sister tapped him on the shoulder.
"You busy?" she asked.
"Not really. What's up?"
"Has your group done stargazing yet?"
"No. Why?"
"Tonight is supposed to be very clear."
"Yeah, but do you want to do a night activity on Friday?"
"Tonight would be one of the best nights for it. The planets don't care what day of the week it is."
"I know but it's wet out."
"Which is why I need help setting up the tarp we're going to cover the ground with."
"Oh, ok. I'll ask the boys and see what they say."
"Oh, and don't tell Ursula."
"Speak of the devil." Ben said and pointed past his sister. Beatrice turned around and Ursula was standing right there.
"Hi. How are you?" Beatrice said with veiled contempt.
"Great. And yourself?"
"Wonderful."
"If you haven't done team building yet you should try it soon. It's a lot harder than you'd think. I was lucky Ben was here to help me with it."
"Well, he's wonderful like that."
"You're so right."
"Ladies, I'm standing right here."
Ursula expressed to Beatrice how she'd love it if they could be friends. Beatrice was still cold to the other girl and then Ursula left the siblings so she could start rounding her girls up to head back to the bunk house.
Stargazing required the sun be completely gone from the horizon. As such, it wasn't until about 8:30 when all the kids were sitting on the ground and listening to the man in charge of the telescopes explain with a laser pointer about all the various stars they could see as well as the milky way.
"Venus and Jupiter have already gone but we can see Mars and Saturn." the old man said. "First let me point out this star over here. Does anyone know the name of that star?"
"Deneb." said one of the children.
"That's right." said the old man with surprise. Hearing that made Beatrice feel very good. She'd prepared her girls for this by making a star booklet she'd given to all of them.
The old man continued his lecture and explained what the names of various stars meant. While that was happening Beatrice went to her brother and pulled him to the side. Each telescope was fixed into place but to protect them there were these sheds on tracks that were rolled to cover them in the daytime. Beatrice pulled her brother to the other side of one of those sheds so no one could see.
"What ..." started to ask Ben but Beatrice put her hand over his mouth. She shook her head to let him know not to talk. Then she pulled him close and tried to kiss him. He resisted at first but then his lips found hers and she was really trying to put as much into the kiss as she could in the few moments they had.
This had to work. Beatrice just kept thinking that this had to work. Why would Ben want to be with Ursula when he could have the girl he really wanted? She was letting him know he could have her. She'd do that for him.
The kiss was getting good and she could feel her body reacting to him. She'd forced away that icky feeling and now it was almost all the way gone. He was being such a gentleman for her. He was kissing her but he was keeping his hands to himself. She had to actually take his hand and make him put it on her body. As she was getting him to feel her breasts through her camp shirt, she felt him getting an erection in his pants. She brought her hand to it and gave his cock a squeeze.
"Now, at the telescope on the left you'll be able to see a binary star. With the naked eye, it looks like just one star but when we zoom in we can see that it's actually two. Nasa has confirmed that there are at least two planets in the system but of course we can't see those with the telescopes we have here.
"The telescope in the middle is pointed to Mars. No, we will not be able to see the landing site. It's not that powerful.
"Finally, over to the right the big telescope is pointed to Saturn. Don't be surprised if it doesn't look exactly as photographs show it."
Ben and Beatrice heard the kids start to stand up and so they ended their kiss. They came out from behind the shed without anyone really noticing them. The campers were lining up to look through each eyepiece.
Ben eventually got a turn himself to look. The binary star just looked like two stars. Mars was just a blurry pink and red blob. Still it was interesting to think that humans had been there. The real treat of the night was Saturn. Instead of being able to see various colors or bands of colors, it just looked bright white all over. However, the rings were something amazing. They really stuck out. There was even a shadow of the rings that Ben could see on the surface of the planet. That was something special and it wasn't a surprise when the kids went again and again to the big telescope to look at Saturn.
...
It was nearly ten when the boys got back to the bunk house and it wasn't long for them to all be asleep. Ben was pretty tired too actually. As he got into bed he thought about his second kiss with Beatrice. Was he really helping here? Was that the right way to be there for her? Should he allow this to continue? He felt like he needed advice.
He went to the private room in the house where Mr. Leonard slept. The old man was still awake with his door open.
"Ben. You have a good day?"
"Very good."
"Excellent."
"I know it's late but would it be possible to use the phone?"
"Is it an emergency?"
"A sort of family emergency? I need to call my parents."
"You think Don and Judy will be up at this hour?"
"They should be. I really need to talk with them about something."
"And it can't wait until tomorrow?"
"I suppose ..."
"What is this about? Did something happen?"
"No. It's just, something weird is going on with my sister and ..."
"Benedict, relax. If you call and tell your parents that something is wrong with Beatrice; all you'll be doing is making them worry. There's nothing they can do about it and Beatrice isn't hurt or in danger, is she?"
"No. I really just need to get some advice about something. And, she might not be hurt but it is important."
"Important. Like what?"
"Well, ... um ... I heard she wasn't sleeping well and ... ah ..."
"Ben. Don't worry about that. The woods are just getting to her. That happens to a lot of people. Nothing to be concerned about. Get some sleep tonight and in the morning ask her if she slept ok."
"Ok. Goodnight Mr. Leonard."
"Goodnight Ben."
...
Beatrice was just about to get into her bunk when Alice came to her bunk and tapped her. "I need to talk to you."
"Now?"
"Yes. Come on."
Alice led Beatrice to the sitting room where they could close the door and have some form of privacy.
"What's up?" Beatrice asked.
"Don't freak out but I saw you."
"Saw what?"
"I saw what you and your brother were doing."
"Did you mean walking? What did you see?"
"I saw his hand on your chest while your tongue was in his mouth."
Beatrice was not happy to hear this. "That's none of your business."
"But it is. You need to be more discreet if you're going to do that kind of stuff."
"Or what?"
"Calm down. I'm just trying to help you. I'm like you."
"What do you mean?"
"My boyfriend."
"He's your brother?"
"He's my father."
Beatrice wanted to recoil in disgust but she stayed in character for her brother's sake.
"Your father? But ..." Beatrice was grasping to find a reason to object to this. "His age."
"He's only 41."
Only 41. Wasn't that old? "When did it start?"
"He waited until my 18th birthday. He said he wanted to make sure I was an adult who could choose for myself what I wanted. The thing is, before my birthday I'd been worried that there would be all this pressure for me to move out and I didn't want to leave. I mean, I hadn't exactly thought of my father that way before but the moment he said it I knew. I just knew that was what I wanted."
"So, how much have you done?"
"We've done everything. Ok, not anal. He says he doesn't like it."
"You're having sex with him?"
"Oh, yes. And it is so wonderful. I can't begin to tell you how amazing it is. And there are times when we don't even need to have sex. I like to just hold his balls. They're so smooth and they smell so good."
"Does your mom know?"
Alice nodded. "We kept it from her for a little while because we weren't sure, you know. But then we told her and she had to adjust. Then we had a threesome with her."
"What was that like?"
"It was ok."
"So, you did stuff with your mom?"
"No. My dad just took turns with us. But it was ok. I think mom really started to accept it a lot more after that."
"Wow. Never would have guessed."
"See. No one would. And you. You're lucky it was me who saw you and not someone else. You need to be more careful."
"You're right. Can I count on you to keep it a secret?"
"Absolutely. How far have you and your brother gone?"
"Not far. Just kissing."
"You're in the stage when you're not sure if you can just let the floodgates open. My advice, just go for it. You'll be so happy once you do and it's past you."
"Have sex with my brother?"
"Yes. Look, all the normal stuff about dating and marriage and all that isn't open to people like us. So, we have to take what we can. There's no reason to wait."
"But aren't you worried about ... I mean, there are reasons why incest isn't accepted."
"You mean birth defects. No. Have you ever heard of Crispr?"
"No."
"It's the treatment they used a few years ago to cure HIV."
"Oh, that."
"That same treatment can correct everything from colorblindness, progeria, androgen insensitivity and more. You heard about that German couple, right?"
"I don't think I have."
"Brother and sister in Germany. They wanted to have a baby and they wanted to make sure the baby would be healthy. In Germany Crispr is used on pure bred dogs to remove deformities but it's illegal for humans. So the couple went to Russia to get it done."
"And they had a baby together?"
"Yes. And that baby is actually healthier than most other kids. The inbreeding coefficient has been rendered moot. After the babies get treated it doesn't matter how closely related the parents are. And let's say that German couple have a boy and girl who were both treated. When they grew up they'd be able to have kids together who would be healthy without even getting treatment."
"So the incest could just carry on forever, like those old royal families or something."
"Exactly. Science has finally caught up to people like us and given us a solution."
"If we can afford to go to Russia."
"For now. That might be changing soon. The point is, you don't have to be afraid. You can love your brother the way you were both meant to. And once you do you'll see that it's just so perfect."
"How do you know about all this?"
"There's a GSA support group I belong to. It's not like other groups that are trying to get people to reject what their body is telling them they want. This group is all about letting people know that there's nothing wrong with us. We don't need to change. We share information and give each other advice. I can give you the details. It would be great for you and Ben."
...
Ben and Beatrice both tried to sleep that night but the memory of the second kiss was on both of their minds. Beatrice thought about what Alice had told her. Could she really allow herself to go all the way with her brother? He was a pretty good kisser. And he was so gentle with her. Slowly her hand went to the waistband of her underwear.
Ben was worried about his sister. He could almost imagine her sitting and writing to him. He could see her beating her fist against her chest in despair. Then he recalled what it was like when his hand was on her chest.
Beatrice had her fingers moving past her pubic hair and to the more moist part of her private area. In her mind, her brother was with her. His lips were touching her. She felt a tingle as her fingers moved back and forth along the outside of her pussy.
Ben had a hard on which was growing the more he thought of Beatrice. He remembered her touching it. In secret, under his covers, he got his cock out of his shorts and started to stroke himself.
Beatrice imagined her brother on top of her. As her fingers went into her pussy she was holding the image of her brother and his cock in her mind. Then, to her surprise, she started to have an orgasm.
Ben pulled his hand away. What was he doing? He was not going to masturbate to thoughts of his sister. He put his dick away.
Beatrice fell asleep to beautiful thoughts of her brother. She loved him. She'd decided and she loved him. It would be ok. They could be together. She'd make him so happy.
Ben had a little trouble sleeping because all night long he felt the urge to thrust his hips either up into his covers or down into his bed. When he finally did get some sleep all his dreams were of his sister asking him to kiss her. When dawn broke and Ben awoke, he was then aware that his cock hadn't cared if Ben wanted to masturbate or not. Ben changed his soggy underwear as he got ready for the day.
...
Saturday was the big day at camp. Instead of each troop deciding to go and do their own thing, everyone was together. They had assembly in the morning where everyone listened to Mrs. Peters talk. Then it was the obstacle course race which turned very muddy. The teams were uneven because there was one fewer girls troop than before. Then, after lunch, it was the canoe race across the lake. After that, it was assembly again. By the time the kids could actually go get dinner they were all very tired, and very hungry.
All the kids had free time to do whatever they wanted that evening but a lot of them were just trying to relax and rest. The next thing anyone was required to do was another assembly on Sunday afternoon.
Ben went to the Administration building to turn in all his forms and double check that he wasn't on duty for anything.
"Hey, you have time?" Ursula asked.
"You scared me."
"Little old me scared you?"
"What's up?"
"If you have time we could use the pool table in the rec room."
"It's a bit crowded right now."
"Did you want to do something more in private?"
"Like what?"
"We could go for a walk. The canoe sheds should be empty right now."
Ben and Ursula went over to the place where the canoes were stored and it was true that there didn't seem to be anyone around, though there were some kids playing tag in the distance.
"I know what your sister is trying to do."
"What's that now?"
"She's manipulating you. She's using your emotions to control you."
"I'm not really comfortable talking about my issues with my sister."
"You and Beatrice aren't just having the usual sibling rivalry."
"What are you suggesting?"
"Incest. I know."
Fuck. Beatrice had been too loud in the bunk house.
"How many other people know?"
"Patricia's the one who told me. Beyond her, I don't know."
"Alright. What do you want?"
"I'm not asking for anything."
"I need to officially ask you to not let anyone else know."
"I haven't. You can trust me. And you can also trust me when I tell you that your sister is going to hurt you."
"But she's still my sister."
"I understand, but I want to tell you that you have a choice. And I know maybe this is hard for you. But your sister isn't going to run me off. Do you really want to go down that road with her pulling your strings the whole time?"
"I can't just abandon her."
"Well, you do what you think is best. I don't expect anything to change overnight. But when you're done dealing with her, I'll be here waiting for you."
"I don't know how long this is ..."
"In case you're worried, I'll just let you know; it won't matter how much you do with her. I won't care. I won't judge you. I know she's not going to just let you go so easily. But no matter what happens, I won't think any less of you."
"I ... appreciate that. I guess."
"And don't feel like you're trapped. No matter what happens you don't have to feel like you've done too much and can never be normal again. Just know that you can stop with her at any time. Even if you ... like ... go all the way, you can still turn it around and be normal again because I'll still be here waiting for you. It's never too late."
"Ok. Ok. I see what you're saying." Ben looked around and noticed Conner and Patricia walking together and heading his way. "Can we talk about something else now?"
Ben and Ursula started walking and they rounded the grove that led back to the bunk houses. Ursula was speaking as if she wanted to spend more time with Ben but Ben was feeling a bit weirded out by what she'd said and decided to part for the night.
That girl was strange. Ben didn't know where she was coming from. She was pretty. Maybe because of that she felt like she could just say whatever she wanted to people. Maybe she just wasn't very good with words. Still, Ben did not like how she was trying to insert herself into his sister's problems. And why would she think that Ben would go all the way with Beatrice? That would be ridiculous. That would be a crime in this state. Right? Was that still a crime?
He thought of his sister. His poor sister. She couldn't help how she felt. But now that she knew that Ben was there to help her she wasn't so angry anymore. She was calm. She was collected. She was ... being sexual with him. He should have felt disgusted but he didn't. It was ok. She was very pretty. Her brown hair that was almost black fell just perfectly over her shoulders. Her lips were so inviting.
It wasn't exactly a sexual kind of attraction he felt for her but there it was. Deep within himself he felt there was something. He had some kind of feelings for his sister. Did he feel how she felt? Was this how it started?
Where was Beatrice? What was she doing? Ben turned back around to the door. Ursula was right out there talking to John. Fuck. Please, girl, keep your mouth shut.
Back door. It was rarely used but Ben had the key to it so he could lock it back from the outside. Where would Beatrice be? Rec room. He'd look there and see. Back at admin, Ben looked up and down the halls. Beatrice was not there. He checked the duty board. She was on cafeteria duty. Great, she'd love that.
Ben's sister and Margaret were turning off the lights after having wiped the tables down when Ben came up to them.
"If you came to help, we're already finished." Margaret said in that funny way of talking she shared with her brother.
"I need to talk to you. It's important." Ben said to Beatrice.
Beatrice excused herself from her friend and then walked with Ben around the building to the most secluded spot they could find.
"We have a problem." the brother said.
"What?" she asked with concern.
"Ursula knows about us."
"Oh." she said with relief. "I knew that."
"Well, how many other people know?"
"Patricia and Alice."
"Alice! Fuck. No wonder."
"Oh, but that's not why ..."
"Ok, well, Mrs. Claudia knows too. And Mrs. Peters. Did she ever come to talk to you?"
"No. But now that I think about it I guess I knew that she knew. Anyone else?"
"Mr. Leonard."
"No! He'll tell mom and dad."
"This is way too many people. We're going to have to chill out. And the girl Ursula was talking some crazy stuff about ... I don't think I even understand it but I sort of feel like she's a threat."
"So, what do you think we should do?"
"We need to cool it. The kissing and stuff, we're going to need to knock that off until camp is over."
"What do you want to do about Ursula?"
"I don't know. We need her to keep quiet. She wants to date me. Then I'll let her date me."
"You shouldn't have to do that."
"I know but we need her to keep quiet. We really, REALLY, need her to keep quiet. So unless you know of a better way ..."
Beatrice threw her head back in frustration. "Fine. But she's so ... what's the word?"
"Pushy."
"Yeah, so pushy."
"Alright. I better get back to her before she goes looking to try and catch us in the act."
Ben was about to walk away but then quickly pulled his sister to himself. He didn't know why exactly but he wanted to kiss her just then. The kiss didn't last long but in the brief moment that it existed he felt his sister's body almost float in his arms. Then the kiss was over, far too soon for Beatrice's liking. He left her there wanting more and she had to watch as he walked away from her to go be with another girl.
Ben got himself back to the bunk houses and looked around for Ursula. He didn't find her. He circled back to the administration building and checked the rec room. She was standing by the pool table listening to some other people talk.
Ben looked up at the time. The place wasn't going to be open that much longer. Ben said hello to the people who greeted him as he passed and then he started setting up the table to play. Ursula noticed him and asked if he wanted an opponent. Ben offered to let her break.
"You know, we could put some money on the game." she offered.
"Gambling is illegal in this state."
"Ok. Something other than money then."
"Like what?"
She moved close to his ear. "You've got a car."
"I'm not betting my car."
"How about a ride in your car?"
"I could do that. Where to?"
"Anywhere. Just me and you."
"And what do I get if I win?"
"You get to drive me around in your car."
"So either way, you win."
"If you win, you can drive me around and ask me to do anything, and ... I'll do it."
"Anything at all?"
"But you have to beat me first."
The game started and Ben was actually operating under the assumption that she wanted to lose. But then she wasn't losing. She broke and then nearly ran the table on him. She made being sexy with the pool cue and sinking balls look easy.
She was four balls down and only had three left on the table when Ben finally got a turn. He scanned the table and realized that if he wanted to win he was going to have to waste that turn by sabotaging her ball positions.
"That's a dirty trick." she said.
"Just trying to get my ball in the pocket."
"You want your balls in my pocket, then you have to earn it."
There was no way she was going to make her shot. No matter how much she poked her ass out at him and moved the cue around.
"Foul." Ben said.
"You blocked me in. Why can't you get your balls off my table?"
"It's still a foul."
"Well, go a head. Let's see you do better."
Ben thought about the geometry of the angles. He tried to ignore the faces of the various people watching the game. He also tried to ignore Ursula. He planned his path and tried to make sure not to put too much power into the shot. One ball down. The cue ball was in the right position and he took his second shot. Another ball down.
Now more people were coming to watch the game. It wasn't hopeless but Ben didn't see a good way to prevent Ursula from getting to the 8 ball unless he ran the table just now and he knew he wasn't going to be able to do that.
Third shot, and another ball down. Good. But now the cue ball was in a really bad place to get the next ball to the pocket. He took his shot. The cue ball hit one of Ben's, that ball hit one of Ursula's, and then Ursula's knocked one of Ben's closer to the pocket but it didn't go down. It was stuck there right on the edge.
"Foul." she said.
"I didn't hit your ball."
"Yes, you did."
"The 2 hit your ball. Not the cue."
"You guys must play with some different rules."
"I wouldn't have to hit your balls if they weren't in the way."
She responded by taking her shot and sinking her ball in the pocket where Ben's ball was standing sentinel. To Ben's surprise, she was able to get her ball to go in right past Ben's without knocking his in as well.
"Whose ball was it that you said was in the way?" she asked as she lined up her next shot.
"Impressive. You're not trying to hustle me, are you?"
"It's just a friendly game." She took her shot and her next ball was just about to go in but it ricocheted back out of the pocket.
Ben got his next shot ready and then put another ball down. He had three balls left. He looked at the table and wondered if he should play it safe or not. He took his next shot which launched the cue ball at the ball near the center of the table. That ball flew to the side pocket and vanished but the cue ball still had a lot of energy left and continued to the side pocket where that other ball was just sitting on the edge.
The ball went down and so Ben was now technically in the lead but the cue ball went down with it which meant Ursula would be able to place the cue ball. She took advantage of that and her next two balls went down with ease.
Then it was quiet. Everyone was looking at her while Ben waited for her to say something. She didn't give him the satisfaction. She winked and then took her shot at the 8 ball. It banked from one end of the table and then rolled to the other and went into the pocket.
"I win." she said.
"You're right, we sure do play with some different rules in these parts. You have to call the 8 ball, banks and all."
She stood there with her mouth gaping open. She knew he was right.
The 8 ball came back out and it was Ben's turn. His last ball went down and then it was his chance to win.
"Corner pocket." he said.
Ben took his shot and it was sort of anti-climatic when it just casually rolled over to the pocket and dropped.
"I win."
"On a technicality."
"They don't call the 8 ball where you're from?"
"We do. I just forgot."
"You forgot or you threw the game on purpose."
"Either way, I'm yours for a night."
"A night?"
"Or a day. Whenever you want to go driving. I guess I was just imagining it happening at night."
"I'll have to see about when I have free time."
It was getting late and the rec room was closing so everyone went to round up their kids and take attendance.
It was about half an hour before lights out when Mr. Leonard called Ben over and asked him to take a walk. Ben walked with Leonard to another bunk house and Ben was nervous as the old man asked at the door to see Beatrice.
What was he going to say? How was he going to defend his own actions and his sister's. This was going to be the incest talk. Mr. Leonard was going to give them the incest talk.
Beatrice came out to meet them and Mr. Leonard started to address both of them right there on the porch instead of bringing them to a more private area. There were still people coming into and out of the house periodically as they came back from the showers and got ready for bed.
"So, you know we've had to move some things around on the schedule." Mr. Leonard said.
Ben and Beatrice both just nodded as each of them were waiting for the hammer to come down.
Mr. Leonard continued, "Queen Bee, I'm moving your off time to Wednesday. Reason is I need puma troop to go with bear troop for bonfire."
The two siblings were speechless. The bonfire activity was when the kids hiked up the mountain, past the rope way, all the way to an open field where they could put up tents. There was no electricity or running water up there. Even the most high tech graphene based cell phones lost service up there. The old radio that could only reach down to the main camp would be their only communications out. They would have to used lanterns to see, and they'd have to carry all their drinking water with them or boil the mountain water if there was any flowing.
All the leaders had been trained especially for the bonfire activity. It was probably their most difficult task. The rules required two leaders to be up there at the same time. All the leaders had to know not only how to build and light a fire, but also proper fire safety. They had to be trained in how to work the old radio. They had to be trained on CPR and poison prevention. That bonfire activity was a big deal and Ben just could not believe that Mr. Leonard was sending him up there with his sister.
"Any questions?" Mr. Leonard asked when neither of them responded. "Well?"
"You want a boys troop to go there with a girls troop?" Ben asked.
"I know it seems odd but it can't be helped. We looked at our options and since the two leaders have to share a tent we all felt it would be best to send you two up there. No, Ben, I don't care if your girlfriend's name means bear. You can't go up there with her. As leaders I need you setting a good example, not showing the kids how to go wrong."
"We understand." said Beatrice. "I'll keep the boys out of my girls' tents."
"See you do that. And knowing these modern times, vice versa. Now, can I count on you two to do that."
"Yes, sir." said Ben.
"Alright. Don't let me down. If you think you can't handle it, just let me know and I'll go up their with you."
"We can handle it." said Beatrice.
"Yeah. Don't worry about us. We can do it." said Ben.
"Good. I'll let you two prepare. You'll hike up on Monday morning and you have to be back down for dinner on Tuesday."
Mr. Leonard left but Ben didn't follow him back to the bunk house. He stood there next to his sister.
"Something is wrong." Ben said.
"What are you thinking?" asked Beatrice as they both started to mosey to the side of the house and then make their way off into the woods away from the lights.
"I'm not sure but something feels odd."
"I know but if they have to send girls up their with boys it does make sense to send us."
"Why couldn't they send the office girl up there with Conner?"
"Because she's not a troop leader anymore."
"Why not?"
"Maybe she failed certification or something."
"No. Then they just wouldn't have hired her. Do they really not have enough time on the schedule to send a troop up alone with two leaders?"
"I don't know."
"I can't believe that old Leonard would put us in that kind of situation. Why?"
"I ... I don't know."
"I'm confused. I can't wrap my head around this."
"Hey, who was that girlfriend he was talking about?"
"I guess he means Ursula?"
"In what language does that mean bear?"
"You got me. German?"
"I'll look it up."
"Yeah. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. We better not stay out here too long or people will start looking for us. Hell, who knows what they're going to be saying when we go up the ..."
"Don't worry about it. Stop. The more you worry about what other people are saying the more you'll get them to say stuff."
"It was them saying stuff that got me worried in the first place."
"Well, just relax. Look, Mr. Leonard was obviously more concerned about you and Ursula than me and you. That's good, right? Our plan is already working."
"Yeah, I guess."
"And think about this. If they really are having scheduling problems and they didn't send us up together even more people would be asking why. Mr. Leonard probably didn't want to do it but he got out voted by Mrs. Peters. So he pulled us aside and then offered to go with us. Who knows? Maybe we'll start hiking and he'll just pop up on us."
"Yeah. That sounds like him."
"Ok. So don't worry about it. Mr. Leonard is the last person to try and get us into any kind of trouble."
"I know but ..."
"But what?"
"I guess ... nothing. Ok. Goodnight. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight." Beatrice repeated back to her brother and then mouthed the words 'I love you.'
Ben copied her and then he had to head back and make sure his boys were getting into bed and not getting up to trouble.
"Well, boys, swimming won't be Monday." he announced and then let them in on the new plan.
...
Sunday morning Ben tried to cash in his winnings from Ursula but she wasn't really ready to pay up yet. She said she had something special in mind. So instead, bear and raccoon got some kites out and tried to see if they could get any of them in the air. The kids were running back and forth with the things while Ben just reclined on the grass and Ursula came and put her body next to his.
Reluctantly Ben decided to just play his role and he put his arm around her. She snuggled into him and that seemed to be enough. Ben had a smoking hot, fine as hell girlfriend that he actually wasn't all that interested in fucking. That wasn't to say he wasn't getting half of a hard on with her there. The body does what the body wants. But mentally there was this disconnect. Ben just didn't really think she cared about him.
"Benedict! Ursula!" said Mrs. Claudia as she walked past them. That was a warning and the two separated.
Slowly Ursula was able to find a topic that she could actually use to strike up a conversation with Ben about. She got him talking about the differences between eight ball and nine ball. Then there were the different rules between different countries. He eventually turned the conversation around to ask her where she learned to play so well.
"Boarding school." she answered.
"You went to boarding school?"
"Four years. Way out in the middle of nowhere. There were two pool tables in the dorm and we spent so much time on them that we had to start making up extra rules to keep the games interesting."
"Like what?"
"Like, you had to bank twice and you had to call not only your shot but where the cue would end up."
"So you were trying to hustle me."
"No. I really did just forget to call the 8. I guess I sort of feel like, unless all the rules are on then none of them are."
"So, other than pool, what was boarding school like?"
"It sucked at first. I mean, at home I could just leave my house whenever I wanted and I was the smartest girl in my school. And then there I couldn't leave the grounds unless I could tell them exactly where I was going, how long I'd be there, and who I'd be with. On top of that, I went from the smartest girl in my school to being just average."
"So it sucked?"
"At first but after a while I got used to it. And then it was really fun. I had a great time. That was probably the happiest time of my life. It was certainly more challenging than college is turning out to be."
"College almost doesn't seem like it's even worth it these days. There's all this stuff the professors can't say. At my school a lot of people go to class during the day but then go to private after school tutoring where no one is censored. At the end of four years they get their college degree but it's the diploma from the cram school that really means something when you go look for a job."
"Something like that is happening at my school, too. Margaret was saying that in England they have laws that say a teacher can say whatever they want similar to a member of parliament. They have some nut jobs doing stupid stuff sometimes but for the most part it allows teachers to teach without having to be careful about every little comment."
"Say, do you know why she's not a troop leader anymore?"
"I heard that Mrs. Peters wanted to groom her to be an administrator."
"Well, because of that I have to go do bonfire with Beatrice."
"Really? When?"
"Tomorrow. But don't worry. I got it covered. I think Mr. Leonard will be going with us."
"Right. Cause otherwise you'd have to share a tent with her."
"It's supposed to be nice out that night. I might just sleep in a sleeping bag by the fire and eat up all the extra smores. Any kids get out of their tents and I could go scare them."
"Aw. I wish you were going with me."
The assembly that afternoon was long. While it was not necessarily boring, it wasn't the most exciting thing as each troop got a chance to show off something. Several of the kids made short speeches and a couple of troops sang for everyone. After waiting through all that, the kids were bursting to move, run, and play again.
Bear troop, along with puma, got to eat early so they could get a head start on preparing to go up the mountain. Technically they weren't going up the mountain so much as going around the mountain but they would be at a higher elevation. The other troops that had already done bonfire had all said they loved doing it but the trek was hard.
Ben sat on his bunk and boy after boy came by to show him their backpacks along with their checklist. Everyone was ready and most of them were pretty excited for the big adventure. Ben had to decide between the other leaders who to make house manager in his absence. Mark wouldn't be a good choice. Ben had nothing against the guy and if the job only called for running forms over to admin then Mark would be ok. But there was so much more to the job than that.
Ben looked at John. Maybe. But the guy was always late with everything. It would be ok. It was only for one night. But that one night was actually most of two consecutive days.
Ben looked at Conner. He didn't know the foreigner that well but Ben could say this for him; he was prompt and efficient.
A part of Ben's mind was telling him to ask Mr. Leonard who he should pick but that felt wrong. He didn't want his father's friend to go back and tell him that Ben couldn't make a decision on his own.
"Yo, Conner. Can I see you for a moment?"
Ben gave him the checklist book, the keys, and he went over a run down of what all the other duties were. Conner seemed very happy to be getting this responsibility. He was very eager to prove himself. Ben almost wanted to tell him it wasn't that big a deal. Most of it was just making sure everyone had a pillow and a blanket. But that didn't stop Conner from feeling like he'd been given the launch codes to the US nuclear arsenal when Ben put the keys in his hand.
"Oh, and it's not written down but you have to collect all the forms everyday and run them over to administration."
"Right. I won't forget."
"If you get too busy and can't get something done ask John for help."
"Nah, mate. You can count on me."
Ben thanked him and then he went to tell Mr. Leonard that all the boys were ready. Again he was asked if he'd be ok with just him and Beatrice. Ben said confidently that he could do it.
The next day it was early breakfast and then the two troops were lined up over by the flags. They got a bit of a lecture from Mrs. Peters and Mr. Leonard and then they were sent up the mountain path.
The captain of each troop led the way with a flag sticking out of their backpacks high enough that Ben and Beatrice could see them from all the way in the back. There were breaks from walking every twenty minutes and they did a head count. If anyone needed a drink that was the best time to take it but each camper had their water bottle on them.
Ben's job was probably the hardest. He had to watch out for kids who weren't able to keep up and he had to carry all the extra supplies they needed. In years back the camp used to have someone pull a cart full of stuff and people would take turns with it but then some kids decided to try and ride the cart down the mountain. Now everything had to be carried. Some things were up at the alternate site waiting for them and Ben would have to fill out a check list of all that stuff when they got there.
"He didn't come." said Beatrice after the second break.
"Who?"
"Mr. Leonard."
"You expect him to hike up with us? He's going to wait until we're almost there and then ride up in the jeep."
"You think?"
"Can't say, but that would be just the sort of thing he'd do. He surprised Alex and Mark when they were up there."
"Well, yeah. Alex is ... that way, you know."
"And what does he think about us?"
"Do you think he already told mom and dad?"
"He stopped me from calling them. Told me he didn't want them to be worried."
"You were going to call mom and dad?"
"Yep. Anyway. Whose next to go up after us? I was trying to think of a good joke to leave behind for them."
"Alice and Megan."
"Ha. I wonder which one of them is going to carry all the extra stuff."
"They'll probably split it up. Speaking of Alice, when we have a minute to really talk, I have something to tell you about her."
"What?"
"Not now. When we can talk."
They got to the rest area where they had lunch for an hour. Then it was back on the trail until they reached their destination. The path looked very strange at one point with the grass growing higher than Ben on both sides and there were few trees to be seen. Ben felt funny about their direction, like maybe they'd taken a wrong turn so he told everyone to stop. He got a head count and then checked the map just to be sure. Everything seemed ok so they pressed on.
They made it to a wide open field with a small supply shed near the path. In the center of the field there was the circle of stones that made up the perimeter of the fire. Once they were all up there they all just had to put their packs down and rest for a few moments.
Ben really wished Beatrice would just take the checklist and do it for him but it was his job. Counting, counting, counting. How many logs of wood were left. How many lanterns were there. How much bug spray was there. Counting, counting, counting.
"We good?" Beatrice asked.
"We've got enough for twenty more trips up here."
"There are only going to be three more."
"Well, they won't be hurting for anything."
"You still think Leonard will come surprise us?"
"Don't know. We'll just have to wait and see. For now, we have to start building the fire so it'll actually be going by dinner. How much longer until sundown?"
"You've got time. Don't worry."
The fire got built and it was going nicely. While Ben was getting that done, Beatrice was making sure all the tents got put up correctly and that all the campers had everything they needed. All the kids were very well behaved and the only time Beatrice had to tell anyone to stop something was when two boys had grabbed sticks from the nearby woods and were sword fighting with them.
Right before actual sundown they had dinner. Then they sang songs as day turned to night and they got all the lanterns lit. Ben went down the list of all the activities they were supposed to do like making smores, telling stories, yelling across the field to build confidence, and lastly counting stars.
When there's a lack of digital entertainment nine pm can feel like eleven. When there's a lack of even a light bulb other than a flashlight it can feel like one in the morning. All the kids were getting sleepy and one by one they went to their tents. Ben would have liked to do that but he had to stay awake until he knew for a fact that all the kids were sleeping. He was not going to have any kind of incident of a boy or a girl sneaking to do adult stuff with the opposite sex on his watch.
Ben checked the time. It was a little past eleven and for at least the last hour none of the kids had stirred. That was good enough for him. He had to carry all the stuff back down the mountain. Time for sleep.
He actually expected Beatrice to be asleep when he went to the leaders' tent. They hadn't verbally made any sort of plans to do anything. The last time they'd talked about their particular situation they'd agreed to abstain.
He entered the tent, got his boots off and started to get into his sleeping bag.
"Psst." said Beatrice in the darkness of the night.
"You're awake?" whispered Ben.
"Leonard didn't come."
"I guess he trusts us."
"You don't think he'd show up this late, do you?"
"No. He would have been here hours ago."
"Do you want to check the radio?"
"If we call down they'll get alarmed and then he might come up here. We did good. Let's not ruin it."
"Ok."
"What did you want to tell me about Alice?"
"Alice. Nothing. It can wait."
"You said in private. We're in private."
"I know but there was something else I wanted to do."
"What?"
"Come here."
"It's not what I think it is, is it?"
"Just come here."
Ben inched part of his body out of his sleeping bag and he leaned over to her. She raised up the cover of her own and he then saw just faintly that she was not wearing anything.
"You can't do that. What if one of the kids gets hurt and we have to rush out of here?"
"They're all sleeping."
"You're crazy."
She reached out to him and took his hand. "I'm in love with you." she said.
Ben heard those words and inside himself he had to admit that he loved her, too. When had that happened? Was three kisses all it took to make someone fall in love with you? But she wasn't just anyone. She was his sister. This was wrong for so many reasons, least of which were all the fucked up things she'd done to him.
But in that moment it was like none of that mattered. She was his. She was offering herself to him. Yes. He loved her.
He came closer to her and she embraced him for a kiss. Without traditional foreplay and without any sort of asking for permission, they both just accepted that this would happen. Ben got out of his clothes and before he knew it he was in his sister's sleeping bag naked with her. They both had to get used to each other for a moment. They'd both worked so hard that day and the closest either of them got to a shower was a wash cloth.
From her breasts to her cunt she was welcoming him. Their lips connected again and they did all their talking through kissing. Without discussion his erect cock was ready to enter her and with only a slight adjustment of position, that was exactly what it did.
She broke the kiss and had to quickly take in some air.
"Sh!" said Ben.
"Our first time." she whispered. First time suggested that there would be more times in the future. Was Ben ok with that? Was he ok with the fact that he was as of that moment, fucking his sister? Yes. Yes, he was ok with it. And it wasn't just because she was so physically beautiful. (Though that helps). It wasn't because her body was so fit and sexy. It wasn't because her breast were so wonderful. It wasn't because her pussy was so tight or her legs were so long. He was ok with it because he was just like her. He was in love with her. She'd made him fall for her and now for the rest of their lives they were in this together.
Ben moved in and out of her, being respectful of the great importance of this moment. He thought about what this meant. Maybe fucking was the wrong word. Even having sex seemed like the wrong word. He was making love to her and she was making love to him.
It was nice and slow. Ben did a bit of feeling all over Beatrice's body and he even tried to suck on her nipples a little bit but the best thing was to just take it slow and enjoy being inside her. Time can seem so distorted when there's no light and no pressure to look at the clock. Ten minutes can seem like half an hour and half an hour can seem like half the night.
Their bodies were sticking together in places and in other places sliding against each other. Beatrice flipped Ben to his back and he had her body on top of his. Ben blew against her to cool her off a bit while she worked his dick and her ass bobbed up and down. Two more times they rolled over, taking turns on top and trying to fuck comfortably without much cushion.
Seventeen minutes after Ben's cock had entered his sister her breathing started to change. Her body started to react to him differently. She started to shake and twitch this way and that. Then she grabbed him and scrunched up her stomach muscles. Wave after wave of something rocked through her body.
Ben was happy to get her to climax but he was not able to just enjoy giving that to her. He started to panic because her pussy was making it impossible for him to hold in his cum any longer. He tried to pull out but his marginally lucid sister objected.
"Cum in me."
"What?"
"Cum in me."
"No."
"Please."
"I can't."
"Plea... Ah ... Ah ... Please."
Ben couldn't do it. He had to pull out. And then, it was too late. His cock unleashed his full manhood into his sister against his will.
"I can't believe I just came in you." Ben said as he fell to her side as he no longer had the energy to hold his body up.
"It's ok."
"No, it's not."
"Sh! I love you."
"I love you, too." And when Ben said it that time he knew it was with the same meaning as her.
"Won't your girlfriend be so jealous."
"Tough."
After something like five or six minutes of just being naked next to each other Ben almost nodded off to sleep and then realized that it would be very bad for anyone to catch them that way. He told his sister to get her clothes on and then he got himself dressed to be ready for the next day.
Even though there was now fabric between them, they still held each other that night in spite of the heat.
The next morning they were running late. Ben had woken up just a little late and all the campers were sluggish. They had to put everything back and set up the camp ground for the next couple of troops. They had their breakfast, which took longer than expected, and then got to work, which took longer than expected.
They were an hour and fifteen minutes over schedule to leave when all the boys and girls finally had their backpacks on and the first mates started to lead everyone down the mountain. As two o'clock rolled around they finally got to the rest area where they could stop and have lunch. Ben had expected the other troops who were going up the mountain to have passed them already but they were arriving at the rest area at right about the same time. The troops all greeted each other and the ones going down the mountain regaled those going up of just how much fun they'd had.
As soon as the kids from all four troops were seated and eating, along with talking and some playing, Alice came over to Ben and Beatrice.
"I need to talk to you guys, like, over there or something."
Ben sort of didn't want to entertain her since he was already behind schedule. He was thinking of ways to make up time. A cart really would come in handy just then. Or a jeep.
Beatrice pulled at Ben to make him come and they walked down the path far enough to not be overheard. Then Megan noticed they were gone and she was the only leader there. Fear struck her as she mentally assumed she was responsible for more than 80 children.
"Be careful when you get back down there." Alice said.
"We will." Beatrice said.
"I know but Margaret and Conner got busted last night."
"Busted?" asked Ben.
Alice nodded. "They're like us." Alice added.
"What do you mean by ..." Ben started to say.
"No." interrupted Beatrice. "Where?"
"They were having sex in Mrs. Peter's office."
"But ... Wait." said Ben. "Busted? Having sex? They're brother and sister."
Both women just looked at Ben with 'we know that' looks on their faces.
"So like I said." Alice started again; "be careful. Mrs. Peters went around to everyone asking questions."
"Wait a minute. Just hold on a minute." said Ben. "I got it. I got it."
The two women looked at him and wondered what he was on about that time.
"Conner and Margaret. Conner and Margaret. Don't you see. Conner and Margret."
"What?" asked Beatrice.
"When I heard Mrs. Peters and Mr. Leonard talking about incest, they were talking about Conner and Margaret. They had no idea you were in love with me."
"What? I wasn't in love with you. You were in love with me."
"Says who?"
"Said Patricia who ..." then even Beatrice started to figure out what Ben had, "heard it from Mrs. Peters."
"If you weren't in love with me then why did you act that way?"
"Why did you?"
"I was trying to ..."
"You two, STOP IT." interrupted Alice forcefully. "Who cares? Beatrice do you love Ben?"
"Sure."
"Give me more than that." Alice said. "As of now. As of right now, are you in love with Ben?"
"I am." she admitted.
"And Ben, are you in love with Beatrice?"
Ben looked over to his sister. Then he had to admit it himself as well. He nodded reluctantly. "I am."
"Good. Then I now pronounce you brother and sister. You may kiss the sibling."
Ben and Beatrice laughed. "Ben, I think we just got married."
"I'm willing if you are."
"Go ahead. Kiss and make up." Alice commanded. Ben held his sister and they shared a brief kiss.
"Where's the honeymoon?" she joked.
"Didn't we have that last night?"
"I want a real one."
"Aw. You guys are so cute. I wish I could get married." said Alice.
"You can." Beatrice said.
"I can't ask my dad to leave my mom. I love my mom. But only as my mom obviously."
"Maybe your dad can have two wives." Beatrice offered. "Like you said, we don't really have access to the normal rules and all."
"Good point." Alice said. "Still, isn't it sad about Conner and Margaret?"
"Yeah. I hope they don't go to jail."
"Oh, it's not illegal in this state, I don't think. Not anymore. But they might get fired."
Ben was just stone faced as he pictured in his head Alice and some old guy being together. Her father! Wow. But who was he to judge. He might have just gotten his sister pregnant.
Megan was very happy when the other troop leaders reappeared. Nothing had gotten out of control with the kids but each second they were all gone she had been nervous.
Lunch, no surprise, took longer than expected. Then the troops said goodbye to each other and headed on their way.
"So, you and Alice were having little talks in the bunk house, huh?"
"We talked. Yes."
"About me?"
"About a lot of things."
"And she's ... like us?"
"You heard her."
"With her ... ouch."
"Not where the campers can hear, sibling."
Amazingly, they actually got all the way down to the bunk houses with a little time to spare before dinner. There was moaning in the bunk house when the kids got their packs down and boots off.
Ben really wished he could just, please, get into his bed. But he had responsibilities. He headed over to administration with all the forms for himself and Beatrice. If Conner had been fired, who was the house manager? Probably John, though it wouldn't matter now that Ben was back. He just needed to know who to get the keys from.
He went into admin and Margaret was right there at the desk, working.
She greeted him and smiled though Ben could tell she was sad on the inside. He gave her the forms and she checked them. She said they looked ok and Ben was about to leave. Before actually walking away he address the girl.
"Margaret. Thank you."
Author's second note: If you happened to figure out the twist before the characters, great. Please don't leave a bunch of comments spoiling the ending because some of those might show up on the comment feed on the story selection page. | literotica |
Title: Perdie's Affair, Part 3 by Thakur
Tags: 101 Dalmatians, Cheating, Cuckolding, Disney, Dog, Fanfiction, Feral, Knot, M/F, Non-Anthro, Oral, Pregnant, Tie
I was true to my promise to Cobalt. All my faithfulness had transferred from my husband to my lover. Pongo had never deserved me, but even so my loyalty had bound me to him until Cobalt refused to give up. Now, Cobalt was my unofficial mate, and I would never lie to him.
And so I kept my promise. For a full week, in the midst of my heat, I refused Pongo's increasingly desperate advances, excuse after excuse, lying to his face. Instead, each night I would sneak out of the house, wander to the park, and meet Cobalt.
I was terrified that at any moment, I would come out of season. If my heat didn't last out the week, when Pongo finally got his chance, it would be too late. By now, Cobalt had seeded my womb dozens of times - I was surely pregnant. And when I began to show, Pongo would know for sure the puppies weren't his!
On the last night of the week, I walked home bowlegged. Cobalt just wouldn't stop, knowing it was his last day before I finally gave Pongo a ride. To my great relief, I was still in heat. Cobalt's cum sloshed back and forth inside of me as I staggered home. I'd taken a dip in the stream, but I felt certain Pongo would hear or smell something and put all the pieces together. When I finally jumped through the upstairs window, I made sure to walk slowly and carefully. I released my held breath when I came downstairs to see Pongo sleeping fitfully. Carefully, I lay next to my husband, knowing his own scent would quickly mask Cobalt's.
I woke a few hours later, still exhausted and wincing from my rough treatment the night before. Pongo was looking down at me, his expression concerned. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
I'd claimed a headache, a stomach ache, cramps, and pure exhaustion. Only the last excuse was real, but Pongo didn't know *why* I was so tired all day. He must think I was half on my death bed! I smiled reassuringly at him, and said, for the first time in a week, "I feel fine."
His eyes widened. "Oh, thank God." His expression changed, but he didn't ask the question I knew was on his mind.
My scent was fading, my hormones already adjusting to the big changes that I knew were coming, but it was still there. *Just in time*, I thought. I answered his unspoken query. "It must have been a fever," I said, which was the truth, if lust counted. "I'm ready now," I added, licking him on the cheek.
My husband was so sweet and tender when worried about my health. Now, the romance vanished. He licked me once, then stood, moving behind me. I lifted my tail, eager to get this over with. After a week of endless bliss with Cobalt, Pongo felt about as personable as as a vet visit. He hopped onto me, ignoring my winces as he pounded me, still sore from the night before.
Even though my heat was ending, and my vulva slowly shrinking back to its normal size, Pongo just couldn't compare to Cobalt. I don't know if Pongo was especially under-endowed, or if Cobalt was simply...blessed. I tried to imagine the awkward thrusts were coming from my secret lover. Imagining had helped in the past, but after a week of mindless, blissful rutting, there was simply no way I could pretend that my husband's feeble efforts were coming from my Cobalt. Thirty seconds wasn't too long to suffer, at least...
When he finally pulled free, he fell straight to sleep. Mission accomplished!
In the following week, Pongo kept begging for sex, but I wasn't about to have any of that. My heat was over, and I wasn't about to waste my time with Pongo when I could sneak off to see Cobalt. My secret lover began meeting me behind my house, walking me to the park, or a nearby alley with some fresh food.
Until the night that routine was thoroughly shattered. I'd snuck out in the middle of the night, as usual, while the rest of the house was fast asleep. Cobalt smiled, rubbing my belly. I was already beginning to show, perhaps mostly thanks to my normally slender form. I licked the side of his face, and he said, "You look more beautiful every day, Perdie."
All I could do was blush, looking meekly over at the red-haired Dalmatian. Pongo doted over the puppies as well, believing they were his, but my husband never doted over *me*.
Cobalt said, "A new butcher opened up near Donson's drug on 24th street. The scraps will be as fresh as they will ever be."
I let him lead, blushing. Cobalt had a great eye for food, and I trusted his choice. But far better than the meal was afterwards. And sure enough, the scraps were delicious. The alley was fairly sparse, but deserted, and Cobalt had no trouble tipping the trash can quietly enough not to draw attention. I almost gorged myself, knowing exactly why my appetite had suddenly grown so ravenous.
"Oh, that was delicious, Cobalt. Thank you," I said, licking his cheek again.
"You might as well save your thanks for the end, or your voice will be sore," he grinned at me, confidently. He chuckled as he walked around, behind me.
Startled, I yelped, "Right *here?*"
We'd certainly fooled around in plenty of alleyways, but none quite so devoid of privacy. Why, anyone walking the sidewalk could glance down the alley and see the two of us clear as day with the lamppost shining down.
"If anyone wants to watch, let them," he said casually.
Shivering, I lifted my tail for him. He was right, we'd certainly had our fair share of audiences, even when we took care to hide behind a dumpster. Curious birds, cats, and often-times people would see or hear us, and watch with a certain amount of awe. I always had a certain amount of pride - Cobalt was so good, even other species could tell.
I moaned as Cobalt slid his eager tongue inside me. He said he liked to taste me, but I suspected he just enjoyed making me squeal. Either way, my back legs wobbled as I tried to stay upright. His wide, wet tongue delved inside me, stretching me apart and *slurping* loudly against every inner surface. My world devolved into that sound, the repeated *slurp, slurp* of his steady, probing tongue. I couldn't tell which was louder, the lewd lapping, or my own whining.
"Oh, Cobalt, *deeper*," I cried.
He pressed his wet nose flush beneath my tail, burrowing his tongue inside me. Then, taking a deep breath, he pushed forward, nudging his nose between my tight folds. He pushed his nose deeper, until the front of his muzzle was completely inside me! This wasn't the first time he'd penetrated me like this, and he knew it drove me wild.
I dissolved into desperate whimpers and inelegant thrusts of my hips, but Cobalt was just beginning. He began, slowly, to open his mouth, stretching my tight pussy apart. *Now* his tongue flew straight into me, slathering my deepest, most private walls. As if his deep-seeded saliva wasn't enough preparation for what was to come later, my own insides gushed around him, my arousal drenching the poor boy's nose.
*Gulp!* He swallowed my juices eagerly - perhaps he really did relish the taste. God, he felt so good inside me, like he truly belonged there. I wished he could stay embedded in my folds forever, but even he couldn't hold his breath for *that* long. Finally, he had to pull his tongue free, leaving me panting and humping uselessly at the air.
"Ready?" he asked simply.
"Yes! Please!" I shouted, no long caring if my barks drew unwanted attention from the street. All that mattered was Cobalt, what he could do to me, and I could do for him.
Smiling over my shoulder at him, I lifted my front paws to the windowsill, holding my tail rigidly aside for him. He cocked his head, but didn't second-guess the position. He jumped up behind me, wrapping his strong paws around my pregnant belly. For a moment, it looked like we were a two-dog conga line. He began to slip down, until he grabbed the back of my collar in his teeth.
I shivered, knowing that he had me now. I braced myself, and he leapt up against me, spearing me on the first try. I dropped my jaw and *howled*, my trembling pussy aching for him. *He was so big!* Cobalt had to work to hump against me as I stood against the sill, panting heavily as he bucked upward again and again. I clenched down *hard*, as if I could hold him in me through sheer muscle. I couldn't, but squeezing around him like that *did* make him grunt and moan.
Whining, I opened my eyes. The window wasn't covered - in fact, it looked straight into Donson's drug store! I blushed immediately, realizing that anyone who looked at the window would have seen my face, enraptured in bliss. But then I saw something that made my heart stop.
*Roger*.
He was in the drug store, well after midnight, purchasing what looked like more tobacco for his pipe. He wasn't looking my way at least, though even if he had, I doubt he'd have been able to recognize me. That wasn't why my heart felt like lead in my chest.
If Roger got up in the middle of the night, he would surely have woken up Pongo, and Pongo would surely have noticed my strange absence. A thousand excuses popped into my head, each one less plausible than the last. What was I going to say?
Roger glance toward the window, and I dropped down to all fours, ears flat. Cobalt fell down on top of me, sliding his paws around my waist, still thrusting, though he asked, "You tensed up. What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," I said. Cobalt didn't need to hear about my 'husband problems'. Trying to put forward my bravest face, I said, "Come on, Cobalt, I need to feel you tied up inside me."
Grunting, he obliged me, hammering into me with newfound strength now that I was on all fours beneath him. His knot had swollen up quite admirably already, making it hard for him to wedge his way inside, but I knew that he would. He never gave up.
"Oh, Perdie, I love you!" Cobalt groaned, humping away. I whined helplessly, bucking back against his powerful thrusts. My legs trembled, straining apart to give my mate better access to my tight, dripping folds.
"*Do it, Cobalt!* I'm your bitch! Knot me and fill me up!" I cried, that familiar heat building up inside me, begging for release. I howled in eager anticipation.
"Perdie??" a voice called out in disbelief from the sidewalk.
At the same time, Cobalt rammed himself forward, spreading me apart with a loud *squelch!* "Oh, Perdie..." Cobalt moaned, releasing a flood of cum inside me.
Eyes wide, I stared at the sidewalk, and gasped, "*Pongo!?*" There, on the sidewalk, stood my husband, his jaw dropped in shock at what he saw. *Oh no,* Roger had walked the dog on his trip to the drug store! Had Pongo heard what'd I'd last said? Even now, Roger held the leash, apparently oblivious to what was going on in the alley to his left.
I had to struggle to suppress my moans, though I couldn't help myself from rocking my hips back and forth as I came, shuddering around Cobalt's massive cock. My face was on fire, dirty, soiled in front of my husband - caught in the act! Desperately, I whined, "This isn't what it looks like!"
Pongo said nothing, he just snapped his jaw shut, and tugged on the leash.
Roger got dragged along, saying, "Whoa, boy! What's gotten into you?"
In a second, they were gone. Out of sight, but the only thing on my mind. "Oh, no! Cobalt!"
But he was gritting his teeth, holding tight and spurting into me. "Perdie..." he groaned, "I wish we could do this *all day*."
"Cobalt! Are you even listening!? That was Pongo - he just saw...everything..." I stammered, cheeks red.
He humped me again, saying, "Leave him. Stay with me."
Another thick rope of sticky cum splattered inside me, making me whimper and clench down around him, despite my distress. I gasped, "You don't understand. I'm *married*. I gave my word to him, and now he knows *everything*."
Leaning forward, he licked the side of my face. "Sweety, we've been fucking around behind his back for weeks. He's better off knowing."
I was silent. What was I going to do? I loved Cobalt, but I really liked Pongo, too. I couldn't stand hurting him like this - the affair was supposed to be a secret. And I couldn't just leave Anita and join Cobalt on the streets of London. She was my human, and she couldn't get along without me!
Cobalt finally got up, turning around until our tails hugged each other. I'd made up my mind, as much as it pained me to say it. Voice trembling, I said, "I can't. This is...the last time I can see you, Cobalt. I'm sorry."
He cocked his head, looking back at me in surprise. "What are you saying? Perdie..."
"I love you, I really do. But Pongo's my *husband*. Anita's my human. We're not wild puppies, running free in the park anymore."
Cobalt crinkled his forehead. "But I'm the father of your puppies!"
I winced. "But you *shouldn't* have been. I'm sorry Cobalt...really, truly, *terribly* sorry. I've been a complete fool. But I've made up my mind."
He seemed to sense the finality in my words. Shutting his mouth, he stood behind me in silence, until finally his knot softened enough that I could pull myself free with a *splurch*. I couldn't bear to look at him, but I whimpered, "I'm so sorry, Cobalt, but this...this is goodbye." I could feel the tears starting to form, and I clenched my eyes shut, running from the alley blindly.
"Perdita..." was all he said, in soft, hushed tones.
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I went straight to Pongo and lied to him for the last time. I told him that that night was a one-time thing, and that I'd just been taking a walk because I was feeling nauseous, and ran into my old friend. I said I was confused, and not thinking straight because of the puppies, and I never meant things to go so far.
He accepted the apology, at least a little, but there was a distance between us. I wept, but in the end, he comforted me. He promised to forgive me eventually, and to raise our puppies together. I still thought about Cobalt, *a lot*, but I never once tried to sneak out of the house and find him again. That chapter of my life was closed, though I'd always have his pups to remind me.
Little did I know all the danger my first litter would face! Yet even in the darkest hour, Pongo and I raced to save the pups from that evil, devil woman. We got a lot of help along the way, and picked up just a few more pups in the rescue, but we'd gotten them all safely home - all 99 puppies.
Only Pongo didn't realize, not for a second, that *none* of them were *his.* | FSE |
Title: Kiboko's Morning by Panthera
Tags: Cub, Other/Herm, Spanking
Kiboko's Morning By : Panthera
This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author.
The day started out very pleasantly. The sun was shining brightly, there wasn't a hint of rain in the sky, not even a single cloud, and already it was nice and warm. It would have been a perfect day to have been a cub ... under different circumstances. Kiboko slept restlessly in his mother's paws. Already she'd given him a few well-placed smacks earlier that night. The young lion cub had been caught wandering around outside the pride's home very late the previous evening, far later than he should have even been awake. The late night guard had caught him wandering about. He had to deal with her lecture, then being brought back to his mother, who was not at all pleased to be woken up, much less for this reason. She'd given him several firm swats with her paw, then told him to go to sleep. This time she held onto him in her paws, making sure he didn't go anywhere. Though he didn't know it, the guard who'd found him out had also taken the chance to speak with the king when he saw her in the morning. He was none too pleased by this situation either. Kiboko woke up feeling himself shaken from side-to-side gently. "Wake up son. Someone wants to see you." He yawned, and started to stretch out, his backside still aching a bit, when he looked up and saw the king standing there, staring down at him, frowning. His voice was deep, and powerful, but Kiboko could also sense the shame in the voice. "Come with me cub." Kiboko frowned, but knew better than to try to disobey a direct order from the king. He followed behind the king. The morning was alive, birds were singing, bugs were buzzing, and all the other animals were coming to life. The king led Kiboko to a secluded area of grassland, then stopped. "Come here." Was all he said. Kiboko gulped and padded forward in front of the king, trembling a bit. "Why were you out of our cave so late last night Kiboko?" he asked. The cub looked down at the ground and whimpered. "I dunno." "You know it's dangerous out there at night." It wasn't a question. "But I didn't see anything scary, and 'sides, I stayed close to our cave!" he pleaded. The king gave an angry-sounding growl. "That is no excuse Kiboko! I think you know why I brought you here ... again." Kiboko frowned. He'd expected this. "Yeah... " he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "How do you want me?" The king almost smiled. "You'll be in the position soon enough cub. But for the moment, on your back." Kiboko rolled onto his back, sighing. "I think that what you need Kiboko is something to make this lesson stick in your mind for a long time. Don't you think so?" He frowned again, but gave a nod, "So I remember not to be bad." The king nodded. "Right. And if I see you move before I say so, I'll spank your hide from now until the stars come out. Got that?" The cub whimpered again, but nodded. "Good." The king began to pad over the cub, and for a moment, Kiboko thought the king was going to sit on him. The king did sit down, but not on him. He sat down over him, and all Kiboko could really see was the king's belly over him, and the king's limp shaft resting on his belly. Kiboko frowned and stayed still. "Open up cub" said the king, and so hesitantly, he opened his mouth up. The king was looking down, watching him. "And don't you dare close your mouth either!" Kiboko whined, and stayed put there. The king, still watching, relaxed. A few moments later, Kiboko saw what the king had in mind. The king's limp shaft lifted a little, then got a little bigger, and before Kiboko had time to think, the king began to urinate on the cub. Kiboko was quick enough to close his eyes tightly, but his mouth he had to keep open, and he didn't know how to close his nostrils either. All he could do was lay there and try not to swallow. The king began to grin, having saved his first pee of the morning for this. His flow just kept coming and coming, pouring out of him like a river, drenching the cub from ear to tail. Kiboko coughed and hacked, but still was unable to keep all of it from going down his throat. He began to feel slightly sick to his stomach as the acrid liquid kept pouring down over him, and into him. The king waited until he had fully relieved himself, and until Kiboko had stopped coughing and hacking. He looked down at the soaked cub and grinned a bit "So how do you feel Kiboko?" The cub frowned. "Kinda sick ... an' nasty an' wet an' everything!" The king gave an approving nod. "Good. Are you going to forget this?" Kiboko shook his head quickly. The king stepped back from the wet cub and sat down. He pointed at the ground before him. "Now get in the position cub." Kiboko knew the position well. He stood in front of the king, facing to the side. Then he lowered his chest to the ground, rested his head on the ground and kept his eyes facing forward. He kept his backside lifted up as high as he could, and hoisted his tail straight up. The king gave a nod. "And what happens now cub?" Kiboko frowned. "Now ... you cuff me good an' hard sire." Again he nodded. "Until when?" Kiboko sighed, "Until you make me cry ... an' then whenever you think I've had enough after that." "Correct. And why do I do this?" "So I'll learn not to be bad again sire." The king nodded. Kiboko still faced forward, away from the king. He heard the king moving, and tried to brace himself, but couldn't do so in time. The first swing of the king's strong, massive paw landed hard, right on target under Kiboko's tail. The cub gave a loud mrewl! and jumped a bit, but stayed right where he was supposed to be. The king's muzzle remained calm as he did this, just another one of his responsibilities to his kingdom. His paw landed a second time, then a third, and a fourth. Each one got a new yipe or scream from the cub, and he was beginning to sniffle a lot by the fifth swat. Every cub knew there were stiff penalties for try to cry before you really had to in order to get it over with quicker. By the seventh smack, the king's paw was stinging a little, but not nearly as much as the cub's bottom. The king stopped for a moment, watching the prostate cub before him sniff and cry, the tears running down his face glowing in the mid-day sunlight. The lion decided an even ten smacks should be a good lesson, so he resumed, making the last three swats some of the hardest ones the king had ever administered to any cub. By the time he was done, Kiboko was still in the position, but squirming and wriggling about like a snake from the pain. The king smiled "it's over Kiboko. You can lay down if you want." Kiboko didn't need to be told twice. He lay down instantly, rubbing his face with his paws, bawling and sobbing like a very repentant little cub. The king grinned and hugged the cub close, rubbing his back and sides with one of his massive paws. He purrrred softly "There there cub ... it's all over. You've learned your lesson this time." Kiboko nodded, still crying, and snuggled against the paw hugs. Slowly he began to get feeling better. After a while, the king hugging and stroking him the whole time, Kiboko finally spoke "Can ... can I get cleaned off?" The lion grinned a bit. "Only if your mother cleans you ... and I do mean with her tongue." Kiboko made a wry face. "Ewww ... how come?" "Because she let you out of her sight, even if she was asleep. Maybe this will remind her to be more vigilant." "What's vigilant?" "It means watchful son. Remind her to be more watchful." Kiboko nodded a bit "But ... what if she wants to cuff me s'more?" "I won't let her. Now go straight back home cub, I'll follow in a little bit." Kiboko didn't want another lesson anytime soon, so he ran right home and told his mother everything. She frowned, but accepted what the king had said, and tongue-bathed him soundly. After that, they played together the rest of the day, and that night, he curled up in his mom's paws to go to sleep - not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
THE END | FSE |
Title: Best Christmas Present Ever Ch. 02
Tags: mother, son, incest, taboo
*Thank you Jacky for your support and editing.*
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Twelve months later, Mary's life hadn't changed much, if at all. She'd been out on a few dates, but hadn't met anyone she liked. Glyn's life had changed quite dramatically. He'd left school and become a trainee mechanic at a local garage, which he enjoyed. What he didn't like was the fact that all his friends had moved away to go to college. All, except Sandy. She had stayed at home to train as a beautician.
Mary was concerned that Glyn was spending so much time with Sandy. Last Christmas she had shown him that he was far too big for a small girl like her, but she was beginning to wonder if she was wrong. Later that night when a movie was ending, she decided to find out if she could help.
"Glyn, Honey, why don't you get us both a beer from the fridge?" She asked with a conspiratorial look on her face.
"Sure, Mom." He replied as he went to get the drinks. As he entered the kitchen, memories of what happened the first time they had a drink together flooded back into his mind. "That was the best hand job ever," he thought. "Could she be wanting to do it again?" His cock twitched and began to grow.
Mary noticed the bulge in his pants as he passed her a beer. Glyn took a seat on the couch and placed a cushion over his lap. "Do you remember the first time we shared a beer?" He asked mischievously.
"Yes I do, but that's not going to happen again." She said, much to his disappointment. "I wanted to ask how you are getting on with Sandy?"
"I get on with her great. You know that."
Mary moved her legs up under her on the chair and sipped her beer. "I know you two like each other, but are you like, boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Glyn swigged his beer. "Not really. We've made-out a few times, but whenever she has felt my, err... You know."
"It's alright, Honey. You can say cock to me. I take it you want to have sex with her?"
"Oh, God, Mom, more than anything in the world." He replied, then guzzled down half of his beer. "Every time she's got me hard, she makes an excuse and ends it."
Mary took a long swig on her beer and composed herself. "This is going to sound strange, okay, so hear me out. I want you to think of yourself as an athlete. All athletes have to train, right? And all athletes need a good coach if they are going to succeed." Glyn nodded and swigged his beer, wondering where this conversation was going. "I've been thinking, what if you were to see a sex coach. You know, someone the same size as Sandy who could train you as to how to have sex with her."
Glyn shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "A sex coach? Do you mean, like, a hooker?"
"I think they're called sex workers nowadays, Hon. But yes, that might be a way to get you trained up so you don't hurt Sandy with that big cock of yours." Mary was startled by what she had just said and looked away as she took another swig on her beer.
Glyn was taken aback by her suggestion and finished the rest of his beer. "I think we're going to need more of these if we are going to continue this conversation." He said, waving his beer bottle, as he rose to leave the room.
In the kitchen Glyn got excited at the thought of fucking a porn star, but then remembered the only hookers he had seen in town were what he considered to be rough. "God knows what I could catch off them?" He thought.
He handed Mary another beer and sat down. "I've been thinking and thanks, Mom, but it's not what I want."
Mary looked at the bulge in his shorts and was slightly puzzled. A nineteen-year-old man turning down sex was not something she expected. "Why not. I'm sure we could find someone nice."
"Mom, could we stop this. It's having an effect on my... On my cock." He said refusing to meet her gaze.
"There's two weeks 'til Christmas and sex lessons was going to be your present. Any ideas what you would like instead?"
"Mom, I'm working now, I don't want you spending your money on me anymore. How about a silly gift that costs a max of ten dollars?"
"That's sweet of you, Hon, but I would like to get you something you want."
Glyn took a swig of his beer and thought. "OK. There is something." He looked his mother straight in the eye. "How about the same as you gave me last year?"
Mary was surprised and she felt her cheeks blush. It was her turn to avoid his gaze and take a sip of her beer. She pictured the soaked panties she gave to him and remembered how she masturbated into them. How she squirted for the first and only time in her life. How she had never come so hard. The memories got her aroused. "If that's what you want. I just thought sex lessons would be good..." She stopped as Glyn raised his hand and interrupted.
"Mom, I... I don't want to fuck some whore. I want to have sex with someone I love. Someone I care about. It just wouldn't be the same."
They were silent for a few moments as Mary thought. "I'm proud of you, Son." She said, feeling her eyes begin to well up. "What you just said just confirmed what a decent young man you are". Now find another movie for us to watch and I'll say nothing more."
Glyn watched the TV, hoping his erection would subside soon. "Me, decent," he thought. "I just asked my mom to masturbate into her panties and give them to me for Christmas. That's not decent. Me jacking off into her used panties, that's not decent. Me wondering if she's as turned on as I am, is not decent. She must be thinking about it. Oh, God I wish my cock would go down."
Mary knew how much her son loved Sandy and she was determined to help. Throughout the following week she searched the net incessantly for information on how a man with a big cock could have sex with a small lady. All she found was porn with guys with big cocks and male prostitutes with big cocks. "Purely for research purposes," she told herself as she watched some of the videos. They brought back memories of her son's big cock and she stopped when she realised how wet she was getting. "Was that because of the video, or Glyn?" She asked herself, not wanting to answer the question.
When she saw an advert for a local gigolo with a big cock, a plan took seed in her mind. She took out her phone and typed in the number. Her heart began to race. Twenty minutes after agreeing a price, she rang Mario's doorbell and waited nervously.
"Hi, I'm Mario and you must be Mary. Please, come on in." Said the tall, dark, handsome man of Italian descent. Mary rushed inside, not wanting any onlookers see her enter. She took a seat in the living room and Mario sat on the sofa next to her.
"So, Mary, what can I do for you today?"
"I, um, err...", her mind went blank as she forgot what she had planned on saying.
"Mary, it's ok, take your time. Would you like a glass of wine to help you relax?"
"No, no, I'm fine thank you." Blurted Mary, all flustered. "I'm here for just research purposes. Here's the fee we agreed upon." She said as she handed him the money.
"And what research would that be?" He asked seductively.
"My, err... My partner has a very big cock and I think he would hurt me if he were to, you know, put it inside me. If yours is as big as you say, then I think you might be able to help."
"I'd be delighted to help such an attractive lady as yourself." He said, placing a hand on her knee. "Wait here a moment." He smiled at her, then left the room.
Mary wondered "What am I doing? What's he doing? Oh, God, I should leave now. Control yourself, Mary, you can do this. Yes, I can, but he is gorgeous."
Mario returned with two glasses of white wine and passed one to Mary. "Here, I think this will help both of us. If you don't want it, just leave it on the table." Mary accepted the wine and took a large sip. "How big is your partner, Mary?"
"He's um, he's just under ten inches and it's thick." Images of her son's cock came to mind and she could feel her face redden.
"That's big," Mario replied. "I can see that might be a problem for such a petite lady as you. Okay, I'll tell you what I would do if I'm with a lady like you. Firstly, I've got to make sure you are completely relaxed. Soft music, candlelight and a massage usually does it. Then the foreplay begins. You will need to be receptive, if you know what I mean?" Mary nodded. "I usually begin with stroking your hair and kissing your lips, before moving down your body."
Mary could feel her heart race as Mario continued. "I will caress your breasts until your nipples are hard and then I will move further down. I will massage your inner thigh, then stroke your pussy. If you are ready, your pussy lips will be visible. If not, I will perform cunnilingus on you until you come for the first time with me."
Mary's heart was pounding against her chest. Listening to all the things this hunk of a man was going to do to her was getting her turned on. She raised a hand to stop him. "Err, Mario, would you mind not referring to me. Could you use 'her' or 'she'?
"Sure, no problem. Whatever you want, Mary." He said. She looked away when he gazed into her eyes and smiled. "Once her pussy lips are nice and red, I'll check if she is sufficiently wet before continuing. If she isn't, I'll apply some lubricant to both my cock and her pussy. When she's ready, I gently ease my cock into her and stop after five inches for her to get used to the size. They usually give me a signal to continue and then I slowly ease my cock in as far as it will go. If I press against her cervix, I stop and draw back a little. Then I'll look down at my cock for a measuring point of how far I can go. Once I know that measurement, we would continue to have passionate sex."
Mary took a sip of her wine to try and hide her embarrassment. "But how do you... How do you stop yourself from going any further?"
"Practice." He said and drank his wine. "This is how I make a living. If I were to hurt any of my clients, they wouldn't come back for more."
"Yes, but..." Mary stopped and composed herself. "But when you are about to come, how do you stop yourself from thrusting it all the way in?" She said the word 'thrusting' as she crossed her legs. The heat from her pussy was distracting her.
"As I said, practice." Mario noticed her facial expression turn to concern. "What's the matter, Mary?"
"I don't think he'll be able to stop himself. I think he would hurt me."
"There's a way you can avoid that, but you'd have to take control. It might not be as enjoyable for you, but with practice, he would learn."
Mary's head jerked towards Mario with her eyes wide open. "Please, tell me more."
"I will, but it would be easier to show you, Mary". Mary looked away from his gaze. She told herself she was here for research, but she couldn't stop the lustful feelings. Mario continued: "First, tell me, when was the last time you had penetrative sex?"
"It was... It was three years ago, before my husband and I divorced," she said, almost feeling ashamed admitting it had been so long.
"That's not long, Mary. I've known many women who have waited far longer than you have. For you to take control, I think it would be good for you if you had some practice before you have sex with your partner."
"What?!" she said in surprise. "You think I should practice with you, now?"
"Showing is far better than telling and you want to get it right for your partner, don't you?" He asked with a knowing smile.
Mary shifted uneasily in her chair. She was amazed she was actually considering allowing this man she had just met to fuck her. "I, I didn't... That's not..."
He rose to his feet, his hardening cock prominent beneath his jeans and in Mary's sight. "Mary, you have already paid for it, so why not enjoy it. I will be gentle and teach you what to do." Mario took her hand and without any resistance, he led her to the bedroom.
Glyn was in the kitchen cooking when Mary got home. As she sat down at the table he noticed she looked both happy and tired, in a kind of sexy way. "What's up, you look happy?"
"Just a good day at work. I can't believe the amount of... Of work I processed today. Pass me a beer would you, Hon."
As he passed her a beer, he smelt an aroma of... of sex. "You look kind of... Funny." 'Fucked' was the word Glyn was about to use.
"Just tired. Do your old mom another favour and run me a bath. I've got some thinking to do."
"Sure, no problem, but only if you never call yourself old again. You're not old. You could get any man you want." Glyn left the room wondering if his mom had recently had sex. The thought of her fucking made his cock twitch and he was relieved he had an excuse to leave the kitchen. A few minutes later he entered the kitchen.
"Glyn", she said quietly. "You can say no and I really won't mind, but would you spend Christmas Eve at home? The present I've got for you, well, if you don't like it, I don't want to spoil your Christmas."
They were both thinking about the previous Christmas and they both sensed the sexual tension in the air.
"Sure, Mom. I'd love to." He said and turned to continue cooking. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour."
"Thank you. I'll go and take that bath now."
Nothing further was said, but the sexual tension was palpable throughout the week. Glyn wondered what his present would be - would it be a repeat of last year, or had his mom got him someone to fuck. His cock was constantly getting erect when in his Mom's presence. Mary had noticed the bulge in his jeans a few times. The first part of her plan was to wear sexier clothes around the house. Instead of changing into comfortable casual clothes, she stayed in her work clothes and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. Glyn had noticed her skirts were shorter than she usually wore and that she was exposing her cleavage whenever he entered the room.
Christmas Eve arrived and Mary was relieved that Glyn would be out of the house for the day. It would give her some time to relax after she had finished the preparations for the following day. Glyn was meeting up with friends who had returned home from college and had promised to be back at eight o'clock.
As Glyn entered the house that evening, Mary walked from the kitchen with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. He was gobsmacked at her outfit and his jaw dropped. She wore an off the shoulder red cocktail dress with black stockings and heels. She looked stunning and was pleased with the effect her outfit had on her son.
"Tonight, I'm Mary, not Mom, okay? She said as she handed him the bottle and headed into the living room. Glyn studied her figure from behind and felt his cock twitch.
"Okay, Mary. I've got to say you are looking beautiful tonight."
"Thank you. I'm glad you noticed." She replied as she sat down and sipped her wine. Glyn took his seat on the sofa. "Glyn, you I know I love you and wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
He nodded and uttered: "Yes, Mom. Sorry. Yes, Mary."
"There are two conditions you have to agree to before we go any further. Firstly, you have got to promise that if tonight goes wrong, you will forgive me and we will get back to normal tomorrow. Do you promise?"
"Of course I do. I promise."
"The next condition is equally important. If I tell you to stop, you stop, no matter what. Do you promise?"
Glyn could only nod. The thought that he was going to fuck his mother had disengaged his brain from his tongue.
"Tell Mary you promise." She said seductively.
"Mary, I promise." He managed to say.
"There's more beer in the fridge, but don't drink too much". She pointed a remote at the TV and said: "We'll talk again after the film. It's Bad Santa, which I think you'll like."
Glyn could barely concentrate on the film. His near permanent erection was getting uncomfortable and he couldn't stop thinking about his mom. Will she be like that porn star who looks just like her? Will she let me come in her pussy? I can't come across her tits. Not unless she asks me to. Will I be able to make her come? These were just some of the thoughts on constant replay in his mind.
Watching Glyn unable to get comfortable on the sofa amused Mary. His erection was clearly visible beneath his jeans and the fact that she had turned him on, meant things were going to the plan. By the time Glyn had got his third bottle, he had given up trying to hide the tented bulge in his jeans. He simply passed Mary another glass of wine and sat back down. She knew she couldn't get drunk tonight, but also knew she had to be a little light headed to go through with her plan. When the film finished, she turned to Glyn.
"One more drink while we talk." She said as she got up and left the room. "This is for him and Sandy." She told herself as she got the drinks. "If that's true, then why am I feeling so fucking horny?" She asked herself. The thought that she could both help her son and enjoy sex resolved the situation in her mind, and she went back to the living room.
"Right then, Glyn." She began. His attention all hers. "If I do or say anything that freaks you out, just stop. If you get up and walk out, I'll understand and tomorrow we'll be back to normal." Mary took a sip of her wine, impressed at how calm she was. "After you said no to a coach, I went to see a man who instructed me in how you could have sex with Sandy. That is what you want, isn't it?"
A croaky "Yes" was his reply.
"This man taught me what to do and told me you will need quite a bit of practice for you not to hurt her. For you to be able to make love to her properly, I'm willing to teach you and let you practice having sex with me. Have another drink and think about what I just said."
Mary sipped her wine. Glyn could barely manage to raise the bottle to his mouth.
"Don't forget to call me Mary tonight." She said watching his eyes shift from her legs, to her crotch, up to her tits and finally meet her gaze.
"Mary, are you okay with this?" He quietly asked.
"Glyn, your happiness means more to me than anything in the world. I would love to have sex with you if that will make you happy." Mary paused, shocked at how simply she had said those words. "And then you'll be able to have sex with Sandy," she said trying to justify her proposal.
Glyn's head was spinning. He wanted to pull her over to the sofa and take her there and then.
"Will you let Mary teach you?"
"Oh, Mary, I've wanted to have sex with you for so long."
Mary was equally surprised and excited by his response. "Do you know what foreplay is? She asked and he nodded. "The point of these lessons is for you to have sex with Sandy, so I don't think it would be appropriate for you to engage in foreplay with me. Once I'm prepared, I'll teach you how. Is that what you want from Mary?"
"God, Mary, yes!"
"I'm going to go upstairs and... And get ready for you. When I call down, I want you to go to your room, take off your clothes and get into bed. Then the lessons will begin."
Mary could see his face was burning up with passion. His pupils were like saucers and she thought she could see his shirt vibrate to his heart beat. She got up, went to the door and turned to face him.
"When the lesson begins, I don't want you to come too quickly." She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "I came in these earlier. Use them to jerk off." Like an experienced Mistress, she stepped out of her panties and flicked them over to him.
Glyn watched her leave, then quickly undid his zip to free his cock. He groaned with relief as the pain of his cock straining against his jeans left his body. He looked down at the bulbous head, which had turned a dark red, almost purple. "Don't touch it. Not yet." He thought, then removed the rest of his clothes, picked up Mary's panties and sat down on the sofa. The warmth and the aroma from her panties caused him to bring them up to his nose. He spread them across his face, lay back, inhaled her scent and began masturbating. Moments later he knew he was about to come. His back arched off the sofa and the first jet of spunk erupted from his cock and hit the panties. The second and third spurts splashed against his chin. The final spurt hit him on his chest. Breathing heavily, he fell back on the sofa. "Wow", he thought, "If it wasn't for her panties, I would have come over my own face."
Not wanting to soil the panties any further, he carefully set them down on his lap and reached over for his T-shirt. After mopping the come from his body, he went to the kitchen to clean himself properly.
After twenty minutes, he heard her call.
"Glyn, time to get into bed."
Mary heard him enter his room. She turned off her vibrator and inspected her pussy in the wardrobe mirror. It was red. It was wet. And she was ready.
When Mary knocked and entered his room, Glyn's eyes almost exploded from their sockets. She was completely naked. Her hard nipples protruded from her firm breasts. He could see her pussy lips extend beyond her neatly trimmed blond pussy. As she approached, he sat up on the bed. A feeling of terror and excitement was torment beyond belief. His mouth opened and he breathed heavily.
"I don't think we'll be needing this." She said as she peeled back the duvet, exposing his massive cock. "This time, you lie there. I'm going to get on top and show you how you can fuck Sandy. You'll need to do as I say. Don't think about fucking me. You need to watch what I do. Are you ready?
He nodded, thinking "Don't think about coming, just listen. Listen to her. Oh, Jesus this is going to be difficult. She looks fucking amazing." His arm reached out to caress her breast and Mary gently pushed it away.
"Not yet, Glyn. Just lie there and watch." Mary stood over him and bent her knees, lowering her pussy towards him. She took hold of his cock and rubbed it against the entrance to her pussy.
"Do you see how wet and how red my pussy is?" She asked. He stared and nodded. "Sandy's pussy will need to look like that before you can enter her." Mary felt the crown of his cock against her entrance. She lowered herself and took the head into her pussy, "Oh, Jesus," she thought, "This is fucking huge."
Glyn watched his cock enter her pussy. The heat and moisture was unbelievable. He stared, spell bound in disbelief. Then he watched her lower her body another three inches onto his manhood. He looked up - her eyes were closed and a look of pain across her face. "Are you alright, Mom?"
She didn't answer, just breathed deep breathes. Her eyes opened and she looked at Glyn, "My name's Mary. Just stay still. Jeez, you're fucking big."
Glyn didn't take it as a compliment. He was concerned and wondered if he was going to hurt her. His concern abated when she slid down his cock a further two inches. Seven inches of his cock was inside her. The rest of his cock was encased by her hand. He couldn't stop his cock from pulsing and Mary let out a whimper.
"Not yet, not yet, lay still." She gasped as she leaned back and placed both her hands on his thighs. "Can you feel the top of your cock pressing against my cervix? That's as far as it can go inside." A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. "Look at my pussy."
Glyn didn't need to be told. His eyes were glued on the sight of his cock in her pussy. "Glyn," she said loudly, snapping him out of his trance. "Put your hand around your cock at the entrance to my pussy. Don't jerk it, just hold it there." He did as instructed. Mary's breathing calmed and she looked him in the eye. "Okay. Phew, that's tight. When you put your cock in Sandy, you'll do it slowly and you pull back an inch once you've reached her cervix. Then you put your hand around your cock to stop you going in any further. If you go in any further, you'll hurt her and she'll never have sex with you again. Do you understand?"
"Yes," He said hoarsely. "Once inside, I pull back from her cervix and use my hand to stop me going further."
"Good boy." She said as she slowly rose up his cock. "Keep your hand where it is. If I'm going to fuck you, you keep that hand where it is."
Not only could Glyn not believe his eyes, he couldn't believe his ears. Mary lowered herself back down to his hand and stopped. "Now I've got used to the size of this massive fucking cock inside me, are you ready to fuck?" Glyn was unable to speak, transfixed by the sight in front of him. "Answer me, Glyn. Do you want Mary to fuck you? Do you want to come inside me? Do you want me to come on this massive cock of yours?"
Without thinking, "YES! YES! YES!" he yelped, as Mary rode up his cock then back down to his hand. Up and down. Up and down. The juices from her pussy had covered his cock and she began to move faster. Her breaths were deeper the more she humped up and down his pole.
Glyn looked up. She threw her head backwards, closed her eyes and opened her mouth as if about to scream. He listened to her erratic breaths and whimpers as she rode his cock. It took all his effort not to let go and pump all his cock as far as he could into her. Thoughts speared through his mind. "Fuck, she's hot. She's bouncing up and down on my cock. Jesus, look at her, she's fucking lost it. Wow, this is fucking amazing." His cock throbbed and pulsed. He could feel his semen rising. He stopped breathing and whimpered, "I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, baby. Come for me." She said, as she clamped her thighs together around his cock. "Come for me."
That was all he could take. A spasm shot through his body and his back arched up from the bed. Mary squealed as the first jet of come rocketed into her pussy. He ejected three more ropes of come inside her and fell back on the bed, panting for breath.
Mary eased herself off his cock and collapsed on the bed beside him. Neither said a word for what seemed like minutes, as their breathing returned to normal. She turned her head and looked at her son.
"Did you like that?"
Glyn rose up onto an elbow and looked down at his mom. "That was fucking amazing," he said as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Mary raised a hand and gently pushed him back, thinking: "I can't kiss him. That's too intimate." Then it struck her, "I just fucked him. What can be more intimate than that?" Mary gazed into her lover's eyes, put her hand around his head and pulled him back to her. They kissed like lovers and it wasn't long before Glyn was hard again. Mary ended the embrace and sat up on the bed.
"I need to rest a bit before your second lesson."
"My second lesson!" He said enthusiastically.
"That's if you want it." She teased.
"Yeah, I want it."
"Lesson one was me fucking you. Lesson two is you fucking me." Mary got up and looked at the perfect young man lying prone on the bed, his erection bouncing against his stomach. "Come on. Put on your robe and let's go down stairs to see in Christmas." | literotica |
Blood of Three
"Aspects of change in mind and soul Animal desire shall take control Upon the blood of three it feasts Beast to man and man to beast Wherever this hammer so fell In its shadow do not dwell Fertile thy land and fatten thy purse The blood of three ignite this curse A hand to carry me once again No longer that of mortal man" -Druidic inscription on the Hammer of Kerrs
Katie Carson lay atop a haystack, idly twirling a long strand of her own straw colored hair between her fingers as she looked up at the sky. It was so quiet out here on the family farm. An uncle she had never met had passed away, and as a result the property and bustling livestock business that accompanied it where now in the sole possession of her parents.
The family had been living very well off on a share of the profits from the farm, which Katie had never seen before. It was rather fragrant, but you quickly grew used to the smell. It wasn't like Katie was expected to partake in the day to day operation of the place either, no milking cows, mucking stalls, or anything of the like for her; unless she wanted to, of course.
She had taken a bit of an interest in things, and was quickly learning the proper way to do things from the laborers that worked the farm. All were of Fey blood, most looking human enough, but with a few features that weren't typically found on such people. Horns, a tail, pointed ears, sometimes fangs, claws, hooves, or even wings.
They said the land was filled with magic, and it had a special attraction for them. But the Carson family had always paid them well for their work, though most would work for room, board, and being so close to such magical land.
Perhaps the magic was why the Carson Plantation had always been the shining jewel of all the farms in the kingdom. Their grain was of superior quality, their cattle and swipe the largest and plumpest, the racehorses bred here had been champions for generations.
The Carson family prospered and thrived, and even when drought or disease struck the crops of the neighbors, none bore them any sort of ill will. For in times of need the Carsons had always opened their well stocked larders aided those in need.
While some of the other girls at the posh private school she had been to had been real bitches because of their family's wealth, Katie had always been pleasant and kind. She had never tolerated bullying, and there had been several blackened eyes because of it. Always on the cliquish princesses that thought that they had the right to do whatever they pleased because of their status.
While she hadn't been born on the farm, her father had, and while the farmhouse was something to rival the mansions and small keeps that some of the noble families had, she'd been looked down upon somewhat because her family still worked for their money.
But she also had been raised with a farm girl's sensibilities, which meant she was more than willing to settle battle face to face, rather than by pulling strings from behind the scenes.
It actually amused the faculty to no end. Many of the most stuck up students had never had a hand lain on them in anger before, and the sheer shock from being struck had put many in their place.
Katie could see why the Fey stayed here; somehow the place had a calming, relaxing effect. Taking away her worried, making her just feel happy to be alive. It was so peaceful and quiet, and there was always something that could be done if you felt a little restless.
But at the moment Katie was content to laze about and daydream. She took her hand from her hair and placed it back on the tan and white cat that had followed her around all day.
The farm's feline population seemed to take quite an interest in her. Since her arrival there had always been at least one cat, if not two in the same general area as she was, they seemed to be watching her.
She had left them alone and let them go about their business, but they had apparently decided that she was quite friendly, and many came up to twine themselves around her legs in figure eights, or hop into her lap when she sat, or nuzzle her fingers in search of pettings.
The cat's fur felt so soft, a joy to touch. She scooped up the feline and hugged it to her chest, rubbing her face in its soft bellyfur. Mmm, such soft, sweet fur; she wanted to feel more of it against her bare skin.
Wanting to fit in, she wore the simple blue canvas overalls that many of the workers wore. Considering how sweaty and dirt she usually got, she'd worn only a small, sort top to cover her breasts. The unbuttoned the overall straps and slipped her shirt off, allowing the cat to rest on her breasts and belly.
It felt so good, so very, very good. Katie moaned softly as she felt a fluttering need in her loins. She was familiar with the sensation, and also of how to quench it. She slid one hand down into the loose fitting garment, she hadn't seen much of a need to wear panties with it, and began slowly stroking herself.
She ran the other hand over the cat, who purred loudly, oblivious to what Katie was doing with her other hand. The feline lowered its head and closed its eyes, resting just below the girl's chin.
Katie was overcome with a strange urge, and her tongue slipped from between her lips, slowly tracing over the cat's fur. There was no taste, but the action felt comforting, calming, and it drove her lust higher. She began to finger herself as she licked and groomed the kitty.
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Maggie had spent the afternoon helping to prepare several prized pigs for show at a local carnival. They had needed to be washed and scrubbed, looking their best for the judges, and that meant Maggie had gotten more than a little dirty with the filth that covered the pigs.
Rather than have water heated for a bath, she had simply gone down two one of the streams that flowed through the woods that were a part of the farm's land, and bathed there, in the deep, warm water.
There were hot springs in the hills where the streams formed, and the water retained much of its warmth as it reached this point; much easier to bathe in the warm water here than waste the time of the house servants, though they wouldn't see it that way. They lived to serve the land, the farm, the house, and whichever members of the Carson family dwelt within it.
Having since scrubbed and cleaned herself, Maggie had picked up her clothes and carried them along as she walked along the riverbank, naked. She admired her reflection in the water. She had been a quite stunning lass in her youth, and though she had lost her girlish figure, she thought that her plumpness actually added just a bit to her beauty.
It was a different sort of beauty, the pride of a mother. She wasn't tight in the places young men liked their women to be tight, but her body told that she had brought a beautiful baby girl into this world, and carried the marks on her belly and breasts as badges of pride.
She felt rather at home on the farm. She was of a noble family, as her husband had been raised in the city, and she had married for love, not money or status. Quite frankly, she had grown tired of the life of nobility, the political intrigue, the gossip and socializing, and most of all the obnoxious and uncomfortable clothing.
Out here she could wear what she like without comment of out of season fashion, or abhorrence that she would dress for function rather than for appearance. With so few eyes around, she could even walk around naked and free without fear that she might be gawked at.
She had taken to doing such at least once a day. Insects never seemed to bother her, nor had she seen any sort of nettle or poison ivy to make her bare skin itch if she happened to brush against it.
Maggie made a bit of a detour as the land took a sudden dip, the stream making a pretty waterfall. The spray left the ground around the falls rather muddy. The area carved out by the water had exposed some of the soft clay that appeared in large pockets in the area. The fields were free of it, but the rest of the land saw large deposits of the gray-brown stuff.
She giggled as a mischievous thought entered her mind. She set her clothes down and stepped into the thick, sticky mud. It oozed between her toes. It felt quite good, thick, smooth, sticky, and not grainy or sandy or anything. She dropped to her knees and scooped up thick handful, rubbing it on her skin.
Laughing, she dropped onto all fours and began to roll around. She would need another bath before she returned home, but she didn't mind. It was more time spent in the wonderful outdoors.
She was caked from head to toe in the mud, and it felt glorious. It made her feel great, made her feel... well more than a little horny. Knowing there was no one around, Maggie lay in the mud, legs spread, and let her fingers do the work. She was rather familiar with satisfying her own needs. Her husband was more of an intellectual, and she found that her libido was a great deal stronger than her husband's.
Rather than being a lustful annoyance, Maggie had taken to providing her own satisfaction when her husband was greatly occupied. But doing it out in the open, covered in mud, completely naked in the woods gave her an exhibitionistic thrill that added to her pleasure.
She moaned loudly as she drew her thumb of her clit in slow circles. No way in hell was she going to give this up and head back to the city.
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Donnie hefted the milk can up, tilting it and pouring it out into the clawfoot bathtub that had been present in the cleaning room of the milking barn for as long as he'd known. The tub was their primarily to allow the staff the opportunity to wash up without having to travel all the way back to the main house.
The past few days he had been thinking about it more and more, a milk bath; a nice long soak in the sweet milk the farm's prize winning cows produced in abundance. Since he'd returned, the cows had been producing more than the usual amount, more than they could sell to nearby villages, or make into product for shipping.
So there was a bit of a surplus, and the cows had to be milked anyway, less the buildup cause discomfort. At least this way someone got enjoyment from it, rather than just dumping it on the ground or something.
Donnie locked the door to prevent one of the workers from barging in on his bath. There was a pump and trough outside for small scrub jobs, and most of the fey held off on washing until their tasks were done anyway.
He stripped off his clothes and admired himself in the mirror. His body was well toned from farm work and the exercise he'd done in the city to keep himself in shape. Though from the looks of it, it had been far too long since he'd done some honest work; he looked a little soft in places, and was visibly smaller than he had been on the last visit. The cook had commented on it, and had been making him meals to help him bulk up.
He was also beginning to suspect that he had grown far too used to the seaside air of the city, the dried air here seemed to leach the moisture out of him, and he had been drinking a great deal of fluids to slake his thirst; mostly milk.
He took a dipper from the wall and scooped up some milk from the tub, bringing it to his lips and gulping it down, milk training down the sides of his mouth and down onto his chest. A second dipperful followed, and a third, and a fourth, but he was still thirsty.
And what was more, he was starting to feel a little aroused. The farm had always been home, and it had sent his blood surging the past few days. Not wanting to wait any longer, he stepped into the tub and lie down, submerging himself from head to toe.
The milk had been that left from yesterday, and in the shade of the dairy's celler, it had become pleasantly cool. The coolness seemed to seep into his skin, relaxing him to his very being.
Donnie rolled over in the large tub, taking a crawling position. Gods, he was so horny. Keeping his body up with one hand, the other wrapped around his generous member. His face hovered just over the milk, and he pursed his lips, slurping up more of it.
He closed his eyes and began to stroke. His brother had been quite the womanizer, and it was whispered that the Carson clan men put their livestock to shame. It wasn't quite so large as that, but it was close.
His moan escaped as bubbling in the thick milk. There was no way to get any sort of experience like this back in the city. So good, so relaxing, so wonderful. Donnie was most certainly not going back to the city for quite some time.
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Deep in the woods, overgrown by ancient brambles, something glowed. Despite how long it had been there, the metal pole hadn't tarnished with decades, perhaps centuries, of rain. What could be seen above the brambles was as thick as a strongman's leg, and perhaps just as tall as the strongman himself.
Streams of glimmering dust swirled in the air, pouring in from three directions. The motes of light circled the crooked pole before sinking in. It was tentative at first, slow, as if the specks were shy creatures exploring a place long abandoned.
And then, unbeknownst to one another, three climaxes erupted simultaneously across the Carson land. The motes lost their shyness and flowed into the overgrown shaft with the force of a flood-fed mountain stream.
The flow lasted only as long as the pleasurable sensations themselves, short and fleeting. As each of the Carsons felt sexual satisfaction welling up inside them, the glow began to dim and then vanished entirely. As did the motes that fed it.
But it did not matter. The land knew that there were three here, and it could only be awakened with three. No more, no less. Exactly three.
What had begun could not be stopped, even if its victims had desired to escape its effects. Even if they had been aware, they would not have resisted. For they had finally come home, and home was where they would stay. Forever. | yiff-extreme |
Title: How I Had My Secretary...Ch. 5
Tags: linda sharon, sharon good, ohh love, great cindy, teasing cindy, eyes approval, cindy pull, receive full, sharon love, cindy beautiful
No sooner had Sharon gone into the bedroom when the door bell rang, Cindy didn't waste any time getting over to the house.
I know that Cindy liked Sharon because one day, as I was cutting the front lawn, Cindy walked by and we started talking, as friendly neighbors do. After a couple of minutes of getting caught up with the neighborhood gossip, Cindy asked if Sharon was home and that she would like to go in and say hello. I told her no, she was at the high school jogging around the football field. Then she said, Bob, I have to tell you, your wife is one hot looking babe." Sharon is only a few years older than Cindy so they have a lot in common as far as music, movies, etc.etc.to talk about, however I was surprised that Cindy would make that kind of a comment.
Linda shouted to Sharon, "There is someone at the door, come in here and open it., I'm sure it's your neighbor." "Linda, would you please open it for her, I haven't washed up yet or put on my cover up.." Sharon's face was still covered with Linda's cum. "You don't have to wash up. Now come and open the door." It was said in a way that it was an ORDER, and Sharon knew it.
Sharon came flying out of her room, her face glistening with Linda's cum, and her so called skimpy robe, not quite covering her beautiful ass and not leaving any part of her body totally covered, "Linda, I think you could have opened the door for her. Look, I'm a mess and what is she going to think when she sees me virtually naked. I didn't even get a chance to wipe your cum juices off my face, I'm sure that she will be able figure out what we have been doing." "Let's get this straight, as long as I'm here, taking Bob's place, you'll do as I ORDER or I'll paddle your sweet butt again. Another thing, the sooner your neighbor figures out that you're a slut, if she hasn't figured it out by now, the sooner we can have some fun."
I don't think that Sharon was aware of the fact that Linda was going to seduce our neighbors into having lesbian sex.
When Sharon opened the door, Cindy looked at her in awe and just stared at Sharon. Cindy knew that Sharon, as a rule, would be conservatively dressed, but what she saw at the door greeting her was a woman whose body was almost totally exposed to her glances, but she also looked disheveled as if she just got out of bed and she reeked of female sex.
"Oh, I'm sorry Sharon, I guess I rushed over too quickly, maybe I should come back a little later." Sharon didn't know what to say and her embarrassment was obvious.
Linda quickly rushed to the door and said, "Sharon, invite this sexy young lady in and introduce me to her." Linda just ignored Sharon when she hesitated to say anything, mostly out of shame. Linda then told Cindy, "excuse Sharon, she is a little worked up," as she gave Cindy a wink and a smile. My name is Linda and you must be Cindy, Sharon's neighbor. She has told me all about you and your Mom, and I've got to say, she wasn't exaggerating about your beauty, you are adorable. She tells me that you're the spitting image of your mother and that the two of you could pass as sisters." The only thing Cindy could say, being a little overwhelmed by what confronted her, "thank you."
"Please sit down Cindy and I'll go and get some 'ice tea for us." Then she turned to Sharon and said, "if you don't mind sweetheart, could you bring out a plate of crackers and slices of that wonderful sausages that your mother introduced you to, so that we can have it with our ice tea."
Linda had prepared the spiked 'ice tea' in advance and gave Cindy and Sharon a glass and told them, "I made this tea and added some spices, you'll find it very refreshing." Linda lifted her glass and said, "here is to new friends," and they all took a sip.
When Sharon had put down the tray with crackers, as well as the sliced up sausage that only a short time before had been buried deep in Linda's love hole and given Linda so much pleasure, Linda said to Sharon, "let's get you comfy sweetheart in this nice recliner facing your pretty neighbor and myself, I know you're a little tired." Sharon was in a position where her legs were stretched out in front of her and she realized there would be no way she could conceal her pussy that would be completely exposed, especially to her young neighbor.
"So Cindy, I understand you're going to take a year off before going to college." Linda said, and without getting an answer from Cindy, asked her, "how are you going to spend this next year?" Linda noticed that while she was talking to Cindy, Cindy's eyes were focused on Sharon, especially looking at Sharon's exposed bottom. Linda chuckled to herself.
"Oh, umm," Cindy muttered to Linda's question. Then Cindy continued, "I want to spend as much time with my mom as I can, after I start college I probably won't be coming home too often, depending where I go."
Linda seemed in complete control of what was going on and was in charge of the conversation. Poor Sharon was embarrassed to tears because of the exposure of her most intimate body parts, i.e. her bald pussy. On the other hand, Cindy was so intent at looking at Sharon's pussy that she was also at a loss for words.
"Cindy, Sharon, drink up, I made a whole pitcher of ice tea. Cindy have some crackers and sausage, the sausage is great, try it."
Cindy took a cracker and a couple slices of the sausage and then said, "the sausage is good; it has a nice tangy flavor, a little on the musky side."
Sharon spoke up and said, "let me refresh your glasses with some more ice tea." Linda and Cindy both nodded their approval. In getting up from the recliner, Sharon put one foot down on the floor, and when she did, her flowered pussy lips opened up and Cindy's eye's zeroed in to the view in front of her and noticed the glistening moisture .
I knew at this point, both Cindy and Sharon were starting to feel the effects of the 'ice tea.' I know that Cindy was sheltered from any drinking or sex. In conversations with her mother, Sandra, she had told me that she wasn't going to let any guy get her sweet daughter drunk and take advantage of her. So neither did my wife or Cindy, handle the drinks that Linda spiked without feeling the buzz, hence, losing some of their inhibitions.
Sharon brought the drinks back into the room and looked like her normal, sexy self and didn't seem to be shy about the fact that her breasts as well as her bottom where almost completely exposed to her young neighbor.
Linda started again by asking, or I should say telling Cindy, "I bet you have men stopping by your house at all hours of the day and night. With two beautiful sexy , and available women, they must be knocking your doors down?"
"Not really," Cindy replied. "My mom was happily married for many years and after my dad died, she said all the guys that tried to date her were jerks. As for myself, mom tells me that right now I don't need some hormone primed kid in my life. Mom tells me I have plenty of time to meet Mr. Right."
"I think Sandy is right," Sharon said. "Your mom has had some pretty bad experiences with some of those 'jerks' that she has dated."
"That's well and good, Sharon, but in the meantime what do they do with their pent up hormones? When I was Cindy's age, if I wasn't allowed to have sex I would have ended up in some kind of nut house. Of course, now they, the likes of Dr. Ruth, encourage masturbation, even though I did it often." Then, very matter- of- factly said to Cindy, " I'm sure that you and your mom spend many times masturbating after reading a sexy book or watching an xxx rated movie; I know that Sharon does, as well as myself."
Cindy and Sharon were just staring at Linda, not saying a word but in awe of what Linda just said. Sharon started to defend herself but no sooner had she muttered a word or two, Linda said, "Sharon, don't even think of denying it, I've watched you as you did it right in front of me, and besides, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
After that comment, Cindy and Sharon were blushing as they gulped down their tea.
"Now Sharon, I want you to be honest." It was a good thing that Sharon had those drinks. "You have to tell us the truth, you masturbate often, don't you?"
Linda was up to the same old tricks, get them a little high, not drunk, but just enough so that they lose most of their inhibitions regarding sex as their male hormones, (testosterone,) start to kick in and they start feeling horny and their juices start flowing. It was working.
"Yes I do," Sharon blurted out, "and I'm not ashamed of it. In fact I masturbate frequently because it feels good and it also relaxes me and gets me all charged up. In fact, I've read that it's a healthy thing to do if you're sexually frustrated."
"Well Cindy, are you going to be honest about it, or are you going to try to hide the fact that you're just like the rest of us girls. There is nothing wrong with it and it's perfectly normal. In fact, if you didn't masturbate I would say that there was something wrong with you and that your mother should take you to a doctor. O.K., let me put it this way, have you ever had an orgasm?"
Cindy had never had this kind of conversation with anyone, not even her mother. She had some very basic classes in human sexuality in her last year of high school and they did touch the subject of masturbation, but she never discussed it with anyone.
Cindy was now squirming in her chair, as well as Sharon. Then Cindy got up the courage to say, "I'm not sure if I've ever had an orgasm. Oh gosh, if my mom ever heard me talk about masturbation with anyone, I'm sure she would really be upset with me."
"Cindy," interrupted Linda, "I'll guarantee you that your mother probably masturbates as frequently as we do, if not more, because she doesn't have anyone else to have sex with."
Cindy continued, not commenting on Linda's statement about her mother masturbating. "I touch myself down there sometimes when I get the urge and I will admit that it feels good, but I don't know what an orgasm feels like. Some times it makes me feel like I have to pee, and other times it feels good while I'm rubbing it down there, but when I stop, I feel kind of restless."
"Sharon," Linda said, " I can tell that you're real horny and that you have been dying to get yourself off, just by the way you're squirming , so I want you to show Cindy how you masturbate and give yourself a pleasurable orgasm. Do it just like you did for me. If we don't show her she will end up being frustrated for a long time, or until she starts college and meets up with a nice boy or girl." It was obvious that Cindy, by her reaction, picked up on the "or girl."
"Linda, I can't do that in front of Cindy, I would be too embarrassed. Besides, I think that Cindy would be embarrassed to watch,. I'm not going to do it."
"Come here Sharon, first of all, do you want me to give you a spanking like I gave you earlier, in front of Cindy?" As she said this, she pulled Sharon's loosely tied cover up, off of her. "Now stand up in front of Cindy." Then Linda looked at Cindy and said to her, "I noticed that you've been looking at Sharon for most of the time while you have been visiting, isn't she sexy looking."
Now Sharon was standing immediately in front of Cindy and her glistening and swollen cunt lips were only inches away from Cindy's face. Sharon indeed was horny. Both girls were a little flushed but the drinks had made them more submissive than they would ordinarily be.
Linda then spoke to Cindy again, "do you find Sharon to be a sexy and beautiful girl?" Poor Cindy was almost overcome from the view that was in front of her face as she sat, but also the musky scent that was filling her nostrils. Then Cindy said to Linda, "Yeah, well like, I do find Sharon to be very attractive and my mom thinks so as well." This gave Linda food for thought.
Sharon had finished her second drink, as well as Cindy had, and from the looks of things, I think that they were ripe for anything that Linda asked of them.
"What's it going to be, Sharon, a spanking or are you going to show Cindy how you masturbate?" Then turned to Cindy as Sharon was nervously moving her body, "Would you like to see how I spank Sharon over my knees? In fact Cindy, maybe I'll let you give Sharon her spanking if she doesn't obey."
Then Sharon looked at Cindy and asked her, "Cindy, Would you be offended if I did what Linda asked of me in front of you?" Cindy's answer threw me. "No Sharon, in fact I think it would be kind of cool and a real turn on. I've read a couple of books about things like this, but never let my mom know." I think at this point, both Sharon and Cindy were pretty much under the influence of the drinks.
This is all it took, Sharon was so horny that her pre-cum juices were starting to run down her legs. I don't know if the excitement of being watched by this sexy younger girl, or by the fact that she was being ordered to do it. Sharon got back on the recliner, with her legs spread and her head slightly tilted back. Linda told Cindy to get closer to Sharon so that she could get a good look at how Sharon played with herself as well as a good look at her cunt.
There was no question about it, poor Sharon was on fire as she quickly and aggressively started rubbing her cunt and pulling on her swollen nipples. Needless to say, if she kept up at the pace that she was going, she would cum in seconds. "Now I want you to stop for a minute, Sharon, how is poor Cindy to see what's going on; this is for Cindy's benefit, not just yours. "Cindy, give me your hand and let me have you touch Sharon's pussy, see how engorged her inner lips are? Now just lightly run your fingers up and down, from her bum hole all the way up to her clitty."
With Cindy's fingers caressing Sharon's excitable and bloated cunt lips, Sharon let out a loud moan and pumped her butt up to hump Cindy's hand. "Sharon, I told you to be still, I'm trying to teach Cindy how to masturbate."
"Now Cindy, I want you to stick a couple of your fingers into her vagina, or as we call it, cunt or love hole. See how wet it gets, that is in anticipation of having sex. Cindy, do you have your panties on?"
Cindy looked up at Linda and said, "Well yes, I have my thongs on." Knowing that Cindy, as well as Sharon, was sexually aroused, said to Cindy, "please take them off and hand them to me." Linda told her in a firm voice to intimidate her. Cindy didn't even think about, she stood up and pulled off her thongs and handed them to Linda.
"Oh my, Cindy, I see that you're as aroused as Sharon, your panties are soaked. You really do like her, don't you?" "Well yeah Linda, I do like Sharon a lot and I enjoy being with her, and I do get excited when I watch her and talk to her."
Watching this video and listening to Cindy's confession got me off in a second. Were these hidden cameras such a good idea? HELL YES, I'd never find a porno movie that is as sexy as these, besides, any porno vid that I've ever seen, the woman never cums, that's what turns me on, I can watch myself cum any time. Now I don't even have to take the videos with me on my business trips, I can watch them LIVE on my lap top.
"Well Cindy, we know that you didn't pee in your panties. Here, I want you to lick some of your juices with your tongue." Cindy looked at Linda, knowing better and not wanting to get Linda upset, ran her tongue along the crotch of her panties. "Now Cindy," Linda said, as she put her hand in back of Cindy's head and pushed it down to Sharon's boiling hot cunt. "I want you to run your tongue along Sharon's bloated lips and suck some of her juices." Cindy had no choice as her face was pushed into Sharon's over flowing cunt.
Cindy may have had her face pushed into my wife's aroused pussy, but it seemed to me that Cindy didn't waste any time licking and sucking Sharon's sweet nectar. "Ohhhgaaaawwwdd Ciiiindyyy, please don't stop. Please I'mmm ready to cum." But my poor frustrated wife was not to get her wish as Linda pulled Cindy's head up and away from Sharon's quivering pussy. In a pathetic and pleading voice, Sharon said, "Linda, ohh please,please let me come."
"I will, soon my love, but remember, we can't be selfish and not think of Cindy. Cindy has needs and she must learn how to take care of those needs just as we do." From the expression on Cindy's face, I would say that she was hurting as much as Sharon was.
Linda took Cindy's face in her hand and stroked it and then leaned over and gave Cindy a mouth to mouth kiss. I could almost see Linda's tongue forcing its way into Cindy's mouth. Cindy tried to pull away, but Linda had her arm wrapped around her back and there was no way that pretty little Cindy was going to break loose.
When Linda finally came up for air, Cindy looked totally out of focus and bewildered, as though she didn't know what was happening to her.
Sharon was fighting back tears, she was so frustrated that it was becoming painful for her to just watch what was going on and pleaded again for Linda to let her reach a climax.
"Cindy, I want you to watch Sharon closely because I'm going to let her make herself cum, with your help. I want you to lean over and kiss Sharon on the mouth just as I did to you." I think at this point, Cindy would have done anything that Linda would have asked of her. "Then Cindy, I want you to pinch and suck on Sharon's nipples." Cindy did not hesitate in following Linda's instructions.
"Sharon, what are you waiting for, do you want to cum or not? Start playing with your throbbing pussy." Sharon was going ballistic, her fingers were poking her cunt hole, as her hips gyrated and humped like a bitch in heat.
Cindy was so absorbed in watching Sharon fucking herself, she seemed to be unaware that Linda had raised her skirt, (Cindy's,) and was starting to play with her sopping pussy. Then Cindy was moaning as loudly as Sharon as both girls were starting to go into the throes of reaching a climax.
Sharon's body stiffened, she arched her back and screamed out, "ooohhhh fuuccck yeeeeeaaas. ohhhmyygaaawwddd." and in a matter of a minute, she collapsed as her body went limp.
At this point, Cindy was besides herself, she was so totally lost and confused in her mind, her body was responding on its own instincts. She was crying and moaning as Linda's fingers were doing what Cindy had never felt before. Then when Linda saw that Cindy couldn't take much more, she put a finger into Cindy's cunt, and then two and curled up her finger tips to Cindy's G-spot as she started teasing Cindy's very engorged and hard clit. She felt Cindy's love muscles clamp down on her fingers as Cindy squeezed her thighs together and let out a loud, almost agonizing moan and then she collapsed. Linda had a grin on her face from ear to ear, then took her cum drenched fingers and put them in her mouth, sucking off every drop. With her other hand , she quickly rubbed herself to a very satisfying orgasm.
Linda let Sharon and Cindy bask in the after-glow of their powerful orgasms for a while. "Well, you two sleepy heads, let's head for the Jacuzzi where we can relax and chat." Both Sharon and Cindy had mind shattering orgasms and between the orgasms and the spiked drinks, they were still a little woozy.
"Sharon, go turn on the Jacuzzi while I help Cindy out of her clothes and she can help me out of mine." This was Cindy's first ever orgasm, and an explosive one at that, so she was still in a little bit of a daze, she didn't resist Linda stripping her.
Linda had Cindy sit in between her and Sharon. The jets that I set for the sexual stimulation would come on in about five minutes; I could even control that from my lap-top. "God Cindy, you have a fantastic body." Linda said. "Now I want to know a couple of things, was this cum that you just had, anything like what you have felt when you touched yourself?" Cindy answered, "Oh, like no way. I felt like my entire body was going to explode, it was the most awesome and feeling that I've ever had. I'm feeling so fantastic, it's unbelievable. Thank you sooo much."
" I'm curious about another thing, didn't you say that you have never had sex with a boy, or anyone?" Cindy realized what Linda was getting too but didn't let on. "No, I've never had sex with a boy, why do you ask?" "Well. it seems like your beautiful pussy is lacking a hymen." Cindy's face flushed but she knew that Linda and Sharon were now her good friends and she wasn't going to lie to them. "Please promise not to tell my mom." Sharon and Linda looked at her and they both said, "no way." they had found themselves a new playmate. "About a year ago I was feeling really restless; I heard other girls talk about how they did themselves and how great it felt so I thought that I would try something like they described, I had read things like this in stories as well."
As Cindy was concentrating on telling of her experience, Sharon and Linda were running their hands over Cindy's beautiful body, her nipples were becoming rigid and it was clearly visible to the two women, that even though Cindy was not acknowledging their manipulations of her body, she was getting aroused. Sharon put one hand down on Cindy's pussy and Cindy interrupted her story by letting out a soft moan.
Cindy continued with her story. "While I was in bed, that evening, I just couldn't stop touching myself down between my legs, my pussy." Cindy let out a little giggle knowing that she was using a word that was naughty. "I just didn't get the feeling that other girls talked about so I thought that maybe I had to put something inside me. I had my hair brush on my night stand, next to my bed, and the long plastic handle looked like a man's penis." "Cock." interrupted Linda. "I thought I would try to put it into my hole," "Cunt," interrupted Linda again. Cindy repeated, "Cunt" and giggled like a little girl.
"I had trouble putting it in me so I gave it a hard push. It hurt and I almost screamed but I didn't want my mother to hear me. It went all the in me but now I was scared and I quickly pulled it out. It was covered with blood and I knew what had happened. I fell asleep crying. When I woke up in the morning my panties had blood on then, as well as some on my bed sheet. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up the hair brush handle, but I knew that my mom would find my bloody panties as well as the sheets."
Cindy was visibly, very aroused at this point. Linda and Sharon were tormenting this poor girl to the point that seemed almost cruel. Cindy had a fantastic body, her breasts were amazing. They weren't blown up like some of these women do when they get implants, to me that's ugly. Cindy was about a 34b, but what I liked the most was that her areolas were pouty and puffed up, pushing her hard nipples out even further. Another part of her anatomy that really turned me on was her clit. Like her nipples, her clit really protrudes from its shelter, it looks like a pencil eraser. I could see it poking out now as Linda and Sharon were fondling her body.
Cindy continued her story, but at this point it was obvious that she was having trouble concentrating on what she was saying. She was breathing hard but at the same time, trying to keep her cool. "When my mom found my bloody panties, and then the sheets, she excitedly asked what happened, she knew that it wasn't time for my monthly. I didn't want to tell her what really happened because I knew that she would be disgusted with me. "Mom, I'm O.K., while we were at cheerleader practice after school yesterday, they flipped me up in the air and when I landed, my legs were in the split position. I hit the grass pretty hard and when I got up I could see the blood stains. The coach told me not to worry about it and that I would be fine."
Just about the time Cindy got the last word out, the jets came on, pulsating powerful jets of water into their already aroused cunts. Cindy just about jumped off her seat from the sensations she was feeling. Sharon pulled Cindy's face to hers and kissed her with as much passion and wanton lust as I have ever seen, and Cindy was responding.
Sharon's mouth then went down to those engorged nipples and sucked on them, first one and then the other. Damn, how I wish it was my mouth sucking on those succulent tits.
Linda was now kissing Cindy's mouth that was just vacated by Sharon. Linda also had her hand on Cindy's mound, just above her clit, and with some pressure, she was rotating her hand so that her finger tips were pulling up the hood of Cindy's clit, which was forcing Cindy's clit to extend further and to receive the full impact of the jet streams.
Cindy let out a loud scream into Linda's mouth, if she hadn't had the scream muffled by Linda's mouth, I'm sure the whole block would have heard her. Her body was quivering like a fish out of water and when she broke off the kiss with Linda, all she could say, repeatedly, was, ""ohmygod,omygod,ohmygod," .Her body was shaking for over a couple of minutes before she could speak. Both Linda and Sharon were enjoying their own orgasms that were more intense than usual because of the thrill of watching Cindy.
Then Cindy said something that floored me, "Sharon, I have to tell this while I have the nerve, I've always admired you, but now I know that I really love you." Sharon's expression to Cindy's revelation, was in total awe, "I love you Cindy" Sharon replied. Cindy tuned to her and gave her a big hug and then a soul searching kiss..What in hell as going on? My wife Sharon is falling in love with Linda, and now Cindy, is there going to be any room in my bed for me. Then another thought hit me, shit Cindy's mother Sandra, still hasn't come into the picture. Am I going to have to compete for sex with my wife? Well, I guess I can jack-off watching the videos.
After Cindy's confession of her love for Sharon, and then Sharon's love for Cindy, there was total silence for a few minutes. Linda broke the silence and said, "well I don't know about you two, but I think this calls for a drink. Let's go into the house and I'll fill up our glasses with some more ice tea."
When they sat down and started sipping on their 'ice tea', Cindy seemed to notice for the first time, even though she had been looking at Sharon's exposed cunt before, that Linda and Sharon were both bald around their cunts where she had pubic hair. All of them were sitting facing one another and they were totally naked and all of their pussy lips were still puffy from the aftermath of the recent orgasms, giving all three a direct view into each others love connection.
"I think your hairless cunts look great." Cindy said which was followed by a giggle. The word cunt was starting to take hold and by the time Cindy continued on with her education at college, I think it would be a regular word that would be in her vocabulary.
"Do you like it?" Linda asked Cindy. "Yeah, I think it looks great," Cindy answered. "I just did that for Sharon this morning, how about me doing it for you, you'll really like the feel once you get all that messy hair off?" Linda asked. "Oh, I don't know, what if my mom gets mad that I did it?" Cindy said. Linda looked at Cindy with a smile and said, "Cindy we all tell little white lies every now and then, as you did when you broke your cherry, just tell your mom that you shaved it off so that when you wear your bikini you don't want hairs sticking out, it would be embarrassing. Besides, when does your mom see you naked?" with this question from Linda, Cindy blushed a little.
Cindy hesitated for a moment and was finishing her 'tea.' "Sometimes," Cindy slowly started to say in a quiet girlish voice, "when mom seems to get a little fidgety, she will have two or three drinks at night to calm her down. Then sometimes after she is finished with her drinks and ready to go to bed, she will ask me to take all her clothes off and help her into her bed, then she tells me that she doesn't want to sleep alone and tells me to take off all my clothes off and get into bed with her so that she can snuggle up to me. She gets real lonely at times."
Linda wasn't going to stop at this point, she knew that Cindy, in her present state of mind, would answer just about anything that she asked her and it would be honestly, trusting Linda as a friend.
"When you get into bed with your mom, does she just pass out and fall asleep?" Linda asked Cindy. "She likes to hug me and tells me how much she loves me." "Do you go to sleep hugging each other?" I think Cindy was enjoying the fact that Linda was so interested in her and her mom's personal life.
Cindy giggled a little and then said, "She loves to cuddle up to my back and then she will throw her leg over mine and start rocking herself to sleep. Sometimes she'll get a little restless in her sleep, I think she may be dreaming about my dad, and then she'll rock herself back to sleep again with a little moan. I think it's cute because she always makes this moaning sound just before she goes back to sleep. I love it when she does that."
Now that Linda knows that Sandy, Cindy's mother, gets herself off by rubbing her cunt against Cindy's thigh, Linda is going to go all out.
Linda gave Sharon a sly smile and then asked Cindy, do you go to bed often with your mom? "Cindy Shyly answered, blushing again, "well, we did last night." I felt sorry for poor Cindy, Linda was going to now give her the 3rd degree, some very intimate personal questions. "Cindy," Linda said, Cindy was at this point clutching on to Sharon. "Can I ask you a very personal question?" Cindy hugged Sharon and said, "well I guess so, we are all friends now." poor innocent girl..
"Do you and your mom have your periods about the same time?" Wow!! good old Linda, nothing shy about her. She should have been a prosecuting attorney. Cindy looked into Sharon's eyes, looking for approval, and then said, "I think so, like in about a week. The reason I know is because we both use the same box of tampons." Again Cindy let a little giggle, knowing that was talking about intimate female things with more mature women than herself.
Then Cindy, being comfortable with Linda's questions and with the security of Sharon's loving shoulder, started talking openly. "Me and my mom go to bed often and I know she dreams of my dad." she hesitated, and then continued, "I think it's real cute. Sometimes I'll wake up and she will be on top of me and rubbing her butt on my leg as she kisses me, and then sometimes she'll have her hands all over me, even in between my legs." Cindy let out another giggle with that last confession.
"Sharon, why don't you get your razor so that we can shave Cindy I think she'll really love the feel,. O.K. Cindy?" Cindy nodded her approval.
Sharon brought out everything she needed and had Cindy lay down on top of a large beach towel. The only concern I had at this time was that they all looked and acted as if they had a buzz on. It wasn't only Cindy that was giggling, at this point all three of them were acting like teen-agers that just found their parents stash of erotic magazines.
"Bring up your legs a little and spread them as far apart as you can," Linda instructed Cindy. "God girl, you have the most beautiful pink pussy that I have ever seen." As Linda was saying this, she was spreading Cindy's pussy lips and she and Sharon had a look into her love hole as well as admiring Cindy's clit that was now starting to peep out of its shelter.
Linda looked at Sharon and said, "Sharon baby, I think you're going to have your handful with Cindy, she is a real hot fire-cracker. Her pussy is flowing and her clitty is excited even after all that we've done, she's as horny as you." Sharon just smiled.
"Before I can shave this thick bush of yours, I have to cut it first." Linda said to Cindy. After cutting away the mass of hair, Linda told Sharon, "now I want you to lather Cindy up from her butt-hole, all the way up close to her navel, I want you to learn how to shave her, and I want you to do it every few days."
Sharon started to lather Cindy and Cindy's lips were getting engorged by the stimulation. Sharon took my lather brush and started to playfully run it up and down Cindy's sensitive pussy lips and brushed light against Cindy's clit. Cindy let out a low moan and wiggled her butt and giggled.
"Now Cindy, you have to be perfectly still or else Sharon could slip and cut off that beautiful clit of yours." That did it, Cindy froze, even though her horny hole was oozing out the sweet nectar.
With a lot of restraint, Sharon and Cindy were able to finish the job without any cuts or bruises. Linda moved in with some lotion to prevent any rash on the now hairless pussy and needless to say, she took the opportunity to further stimulate Cindy's cunt.
Sharon gave Cindy a hand mirror and with a big grin, said to Cindy, "you have to see how beautiful your pussy looks now." Cindy quickly took the mirror, anxious to see what it looked like, and yelled out, "WOW, I can't believe it, I've really never looked at myself down there." Excitedly she said to Sharon and Linda, "look how puffy my cunt lips look and I've never seen my clitty." with a delightful giggle.
"To celebrate your deflowering, we are going to fill your cunt full of champagne and then we are going to take turns drinking it out of your delicious hole." Linda opened a bottle and then poured some on Cindy's breasts, down her stomach, poured some in her navel and then went down to Cindy's bald cunt.
"This is your initiation into sexual adulthood. You are no longer an innocent young Virgin and we're going to treat you as a sophisticated sex slut. Also, you must accept any orders that we give you, even if you don't want too, Do you agree?" Cindy said that she agreed to do anything that they asked of her. Oh boy, is she in for it. Then they all giggled.
Then Linda took the bottle of champagne, and did the unexpected, she pushed the long neck of the bottle into Cindy's cunt. The unsuspecting Cindy nearly went into shock. "OH WOW," yelled out Cindy, "that's cold." "Is this what you were trying to do with your hairbrush handle?" asked Linda. "Oh god yes. Is this what a cock feels like?" Almost, but just a little warmer." said Linda with a smile.
They were really into it now. I don't think that they will stop at anything now, it's almost like the are in a sex frenzy. This was turning out to be an out and out orgy and in their tipsy state of mind, I think that they could go all night. But then the doorbell broke the spell.
"Who are you expecting Sharon?" Linda asked Sharon. Sharon looked a little confused and then Cindy chimed in, "that's probably my mom, I left her a note saying that I was over at Sharon's visiting her and her friend."
Linda took charge. "Sharon, put that cover up on. Cindy, I want you to get into the Jacuzzi. O.K. Sharon, get the door."
Sharon looked a mess, but never the less, she did as she was told and opened the door. "Hi Sharon, is Cindy here? She left a note so I thought that I would come over and visit for a while" Sharon told Sandy that Cindy was in the jacuzzi with a friend of Sharon's and told Sandy to please come in.
Now here is the catch. Sandy was really looking at Sharon's cover up, or should I say, "lack of cover up." Sandy could clearly see Sharon's tits as well as her crotch, but she just stared, but didn't act like she was shocked. Then I found out why.
Sharon asked Sandy if she was O.K. because even though Sharon was feeling a little high, she observed that Sandy looked like something was wrong. "You look a little tired Sandy, how about a drink?"
"No thanks, I've had a couple already." Sandy replied. "Then how about some ice tea, that will pick you." "That will be fine, thank you." Little did either of them realize that the tea had been spiked by Linda.
"Sandy, is there something bothering you or something you want to talk about?" "Sharon, I don't want to bother you with my story, I'm O.K.." Sharon looked at Sandy and said, "Sandy, what are friends for, please tell me what's on your mind.
Sandy went on to tell Sharon that today was her and Mike's anniversary and every year to celebrate they would go to this pub where they first met, so she went there today hoping she would find some nice guy. Then she told Sharon that "If I could only find a man that was as good a lover as Mike." While she was talking to Sharon, I think it finally sunk in to Sandy, that Sharon was practically naked, and she was taking it all in. On the other hand, I think that Sharon was oblivious to Sandy staring at her exposed body.
"Sandy, you look like you're up tight and I have a solution for you. My friend Linda is a physical therapist." Wow, good going Sharon, you haven't lost it at all. "Linda gives the best massages and after she finishes, we'll all go into the Jacuzzi. Sandy I promise, you will fell like a new person."
"Thank you Sharon, I'm kind of restless and I just want to take Cindy home and let you and your friends enjoy yourselves. Besides, I would throw a damper on everything. Sharon, could you please call Cindy."
Sharon called Cindy and Linda and told them to come and join her and Sandy. Then the scene changed. Linda and Cindy came walking into the kitchen where Sandy and Sharon were sitting. Linda was about three inches taller than Cindy and they walked into the room, hand in hand, stark naked.
Sandy took one look at her daughter, standing in front of her without a stitch on. Then she looked at Linda and as she stared at both females, her mouth hung open as she barely was able to get out, "Cindy, what is going on? I want you to go put on your clothes immediately." As Sandy looked at her daughter and Linda, it was obvious to Sandy that the both of them were sexually stimulated because their pussy lips were still in an engorged state.
Sandy was beside herself and was muttering words, then Linda spoke up. "Sandy, I'm Linda and I'm happy to meet you. Sharon told me how beautiful you and your daughter were but I thought Sharon was exaggerating." Sandy was still stuttering as if in a state of shock. Then Linda continued, "I can't believe you're Cindy's mother, you look more like her sister, in fact, you look like you're about Sharon's age."
Sandy appeared to calm down a little and softly spoke up and said thank you to Linda and then looked at Cindy and said, "Cindy, honey, I would like you to get dressed so that we can go home. I'm tired and need to go to bed." I could see Sandy looking at her daughter's bald pussy, but she didn't comment on it.
Sharon then looked at Linda and said, "Linda, Sandy told me that she is nervous and a little up tight and I told her that you would give her a massage that would make her feel great and then we could all go into the Jacuzzi."
Sandy was a little under the influence but she had her wits about her and spoke up and said, " Thank you Sharon and Linda, but I just want to go home with Cindy."
Then Cindy said, "mom, we're having a lot of fun and Sharon and Linda have helped me understand myself and showed me a lot of things." She couldn't help it, but let out a little giggle as did Sharon and Linda.
This set off Sandy, now she spoke up a little more strongly, "I can see what's going on here. I'm surprised at you Sharon, your friend is obviously a lesbian and is trying to influence you and Cindy to join her. I don't know about you Sharon, but I don't want Cindy to be exposed to any such thing."
"Sandy," Linda said, I'm not a lesbian. I've been married once to a complete jerk and divorced him and know I have a boyfriend that knows how to treat a woman. I love him very much and we plan on getting married in the near future." Linda spoke in a manner that startled Sandy. "Now come here and let me give you a massage, I know it will make you feel better."
"I know that you're trying to help me, but I've got to get home with Cindy." Sandy said. Now the fire-works. Linda looked at Sandy straight in the eyes, and with a very stern voice said to Sandy, "You're not going anywhere. I know what you're up too. You're going to go to bed and take Cindy with you and use her body as a security blanket. You're going to rub yourself off on her beautiful body until you sexually satisfied your needs so that you can fall asleep."
"How dare you," Sandy shouted back. "Sharon, Cindy, help me with Sandy, I'm going to give her a massage whether she wants one or not. Now help me take off her clothes."
Linda directed them to where the towel was on the floor as Sandy yelled out and threatened to call the police.
"Let's take off all her clothes," Linda ordered. Sandy put up a struggle but it was three against one. Cindy was probably more aggressive than Sharon was in stripping her mom. They finally got her naked and stretched her out on the floor. Sandy still struggling but knew she wasn't able to do anything about it.
"Oh wow," Linda shot out, "my god Sandy, what a fantastic body. I can't believe that you don't have guys chasing you all over." Sandy was still trying to break free and didn't respond to Linda's comments. However, she wasn't fighting as hard to get released.
"Sharon, go get that body lotion that I have in the top drawer in the guest room." not that Linda had any intentions of sleeping in the guest bedroom, but at least she put her clothes there.
One more feeble attempt from Sandy as she said to Linda, "please don't do this. what is my little girl going to think, seeing her mother being forced into such a compromising position." Linda looked at Sandy and said, "Sandy, your daughter is going to realize that her beautiful mom has the same feelings as she does."
"Now get on your stomach." Linda told Sandy sternly. With the help of Cindy, who at this time was talking softly to her mom and telling her how much she loved her and that she knew that Linda would help her feel so much better. Cindy was playing with her mothers hair to help Sandy relax.
"Please Linda, if you're going to force me to have a massage, please do it quickly so that I can go home, I really feel very embarrassed being exposed like this, especially in front of Cindy."
"Beautiful," Linda said, "your daughter is a woman just like us, so there is no reason to be embarrassed. Now just relax, if you fight me, it will just get harder and I'll get very mad, and like I did to Sharon, I might just have to give you a spanking."
Sharon rubbed some of the lotion on her hands and gradually all over Sandy's body. She started out with Sandy's toes, manipulating them one by one. She did it an erotic manner, she sucked each toe in her mouth then massaged each one. She kissed and licked the sole of Sandy's foot and then with mostly thumb pressure, massaged the sole from heel to toe. Linda worked her way up, kissing and massaging first Sandy's calves and worked her way to Sandy's thighs. However, she stopped just short of touching Sandy's crotch.
Linda had spread Sandy's legs and as she worked her way up towards Sandy's bottom, I could see Linda peeking at Sandy's round, firm butt and as much of her pussy as she could see. Knowing Linda, she must have been salivating just thinking of her getting her tongue into the beautiful Sandy's cunt.
But not touching Sandy's bottom, at least for the time being, Linda went up to Sandy's hands, and as she did with her toes, she started sucking Sandy's fingers and worked up to her shoulders. The erotic manner that Linda was administering the massage to Sandy, was getting Sharon and Cindy all aroused, just by watching. They weren't doing anything to one another but I could see by their body motions, that they were getting aroused.
Now Linda straddled her legs on the sides of Sandy's waist and started working on Sandy's neck and shoulders. Sandy was not about to let her daughter see her physically respond, but uncontrollably, she was letting out, very softly, mews and moans, but Linda picked up on it. When Linda's hands working down Sandy's spine, she intentionally had her hands reach to the sides and touch Sandy's breasts. Sandy squirmed, but only noticeable to Linda.
As Linda worked her way down Sandy's body, she also adjusted her position, her bottom was now on top of Sandy's bottom. As Linda massaged up and down Sandy's spine, at the same time she was leaning down so that her bald, wet pussy was rubbing against the cheeks of Sandy's butt, rotating and grinding it into Sandy as she moved up and down.
Linda just had Sandy's butt left to finish off Sandy's back. She went further down where her bald cunt now was straddling one of Sandy's legs. Both Sharon and Cindy were rocking back and forth as the were sitting on their heels, rubbing themselves in a calm manner, but getting themselves more aroused.
Linda was now sitting in a position so that she could rub her clit against Sandy's calf. Linda leaned over and started to massage Sandy's tight butt, she rotated one hand on one cheek and the other hand on the other cheek. When she did this, she managed to spread Sandy's cheeks so that her little rose-bud would be exposed and open. Sandy was very quietly making meowing sounds. Then Linda took her thumbs and while she was massaging Linda's cheeks with her fingers and the palm of her hand, she started to massage Sandy's butt opening with her thumbs and gently worked them into Sandy's tight rear hole. Sandy made a gasping sound.
"Oh Linda, please don't do that. Please don't embarrass me this way." Linda could see a very small puddle form on the beach towel and realized that Sandy wouldn't be able to control herself much longer and would certainly have a overpowering orgasm.
"Let's get you rolled over so that I can now do your front." Linda instructed Sandy. Sandy slowly rolled over, but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the expression on her daughter's face.
"I feel a lot better now, Linda, so can I please get up and put my clothes on so that I can go home?" Sandy asked Linda.
"Not yet, beautiful, I can't do half a job on you, and also, you will feel a lot better when I finish with you. Linda told Sandy.
As observers, Sharon and Cindy were all eyes. Cindy was getting as turned on as much as Sharon, watching her mother getting an erotic massage. When Sandy turned on her back, it was obvious to the others that Sandy was in a state of arousal. Her nipple were sticking out and as hard as they could get, but her pussy was a sure sign of her arousal; her cunt lips were separated and fully engorged with blood and you could see her wetness trickle down the crack of her butt.
Linda started to massage Sandy's neck and worked her way down to Sandy's beautiful breasts. As she massaged Sandy's breasts she said to Sandy, I can't believe how beautiful your breast are, they don't sag and they are as firm as a girl half your age." As Linda was Saying this, she was vigorously massaging Sandy's breasts and was working on the now stiffened nipples. Sandy must of had sensitive nipples, like Sharon, because at this point, poor Sandy was about to go off like a rocket. Sandy was making all kinds of incoherent sounds, as if in pain. "Did you nurse Cindy?" Linda asked Sandy. All Sandy could moan out was, "UH HUH."
"We're just about finished," Linda whispered to Sandy. Then Linda moved her hands down slowly across Sandy's stomach , played with Sandy's navel and then got down to Sandy's mound. Linda took her hands and placed them on Sandy's mound and slowly and gently rotated them. When her hands were in an upward cycle, it would pull the hood covering Sandy's clit and force Sandy's clit to expose itself. "Oh Linda, please. Please don't let this happen." Sandy was almost weeping but at the same time she was raising her hip to get more pressure from Linda's hands.
There was no way that Sandy was going to avoid the inevitable. Linda saw the flow of her juices, as did Cindy and Sharon, flowing from Sandy's aroused love hole. Linda then knowing that Sandy had reached that point of no return, quickly shoved two fingers into Sandy's open cunt, curled them up to hit Sandy's G-spot, massaged it and with her thumb, massaged her clit.
Sandy exploded, almost as if she was hysterical. Her cunt muscles almost crushed Linda's fingers, her cum was shooting out in gushes and Sandy was moaning loudly, and saying, "ohhhh geeeeezzz, oooooooooohhhoooooooohhhhhh" and the same time kept humping and fucking Linda's fingers. Linda bent over and gave Sandy a kiss sticking her tongue deep into Sandy's throat. Sandy responded with an open mouth
Sandy didn't settle down for a least a few minutes, it seems as though she just couldn't stop humping Linda's fingers that were still deeply imbedded in Sandy's cunt.
Finally, Sandy caught her breath and looked to Cindy and said, I'm sorry hon, I didn't want you to see your mother like this. Will you please forgive me sweetheart."
"Mom, I think that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Thank you for sharing something that is so intimate, with me; I feel as though now I'm a woman, watching my mom having such an intense orgasm, has me, as well as Sharon and Linda, very aroused. I now feel closer to you than I ever have. I love you." Cindy then gave her mom a deep kiss.
"Sandy, now that you're a little more relaxed, we have a ritual that we must subject you to, we are going to shave off that mass of pubic hair that is covering that gorgeous cunt of yours. Sandy was accepting Linda's choice of words, as did her daughter as well as Sharon.
They Shaved Sandy and went into the Jacuzzi. Had more orgasms. They were doing everything that Linda demanded of them, including going down on each other. Watching Cindy go down on her mom, was a cock throbber.
Sharon brought out all her toys including a strap on dildo.
But let me tell, my friends, now not only do I have sex with Sharon, but I can have my pick of whomever I want to have sex with. Be it Cindy, Sandy, and even Linda.
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My secretary turns my wife into her lez slut slave Ch.5
No sooner had Sharon gone into the bedroom when the door bell rang, Cindy didn't waste any time getting over to the house.
I know that Cindy liked Sharon because one day, as I was cutting the front lawn, Cindy walked by and we started talking, as friendly neighbors do. After a couple of minutes of getting caught up with the neighborhood gossip, Cindy asked if Sharon was home and that she would like to go in and say hello. I told her no, she was at the high school jogging around the football field. Then she said, Bob, I have to tell you, your wife is one hot looking babe." Sharon is only a few years older than Cindy so they have a lot in common as far as music, movies, etc.etc.to talk about, however I was surprised that Cindy would make that kind of a comment.
Linda shouted to Sharon, "There is someone at the door, come in here and open it., I'm sure it's your neighbor." "Linda, would you please open it for her, I haven't washed up yet or put on my cover up.." Sharon's face was still covered with Linda's cum. "You don't have to wash up. Now come and open the door." It was said in a way that it was an ORDER, and Sharon knew it.
Sharon came flying out of her room, her face glistening with Linda's cum, and her so called skimpy robe, not quite covering her beautiful ass and not leaving any part of her body totally covered, "Linda, I think you could have opened the door for her. Look, I'm a mess and what is she going to think when she sees me virtually naked. I didn't even get a chance to wipe your cum juices off my face, I'm sure that she will be able figure out what we have been doing." "Let's get this straight, as long as I'm here, taking Bob's place, you'll do as I ORDER or I'll paddle your sweet butt again. Another thing, the sooner your neighbor figures out that you're a slut, if she hasn't figured it out by now, the sooner we can have some fun."
I don't think that Sharon was aware of the fact that Linda was going to seduce our neighbors into having lesbian sex.
When Sharon opened the door, Cindy looked at her in awe and just stared at Sharon. Cindy knew that Sharon, as a rule, would be conservatively dressed, but what she saw at the door greeting her was a woman whose body was almost totally exposed to her glances, but she also looked disheveled as if she just got out of bed and she reeked of female sex.
"Oh, I'm sorry Sharon, I guess I rushed over too quickly, maybe I should come back a little later." Sharon didn't know what to say and her embarrassment was obvious.
Linda quickly rushed to the door and said, "Sharon, invite this sexy young lady in and introduce me to her." Linda just ignored Sharon when she hesitated to say anything, mostly out of shame. Linda then told Cindy, "excuse Sharon, she is a little worked up," as she gave Cindy a wink and a smile. My name is Linda and you must be Cindy, Sharon's neighbor. She has told me all about you and your Mom, and I've got to say, she wasn't exaggerating about your beauty, you are adorable. She tells me that you're the spitting image of your mother and that the two of you could pass as sisters." The only thing Cindy could say, being a little overwhelmed by what confronted her, "thank you."
"Please sit down Cindy and I'll go and get some 'ice tea for us." Then she turned to Sharon and said, "if you don't mind sweetheart, could you bring out a plate of crackers and slices of that wonderful sausages that your mother introduced you to, so that we can have it with our ice tea."
Linda had prepared the spiked 'ice tea' in advance and gave Cindy and Sharon a glass and told them, "I made this tea and added some spices, you'll find it very refreshing." Linda lifted her glass and said, "here is to new friends," and they all took a sip.
When Sharon had put down the tray with crackers, as well as the sliced up sausage that only a short time before had been buried deep in Linda's love hole and given Linda so much pleasure, Linda said to Sharon, "let's get you comfy sweetheart in this nice recliner facing your pretty neighbor and myself, I know you're a little tired." Sharon was in a position where her legs were stretched out in front of her and she realized there would be no way she could conceal her pussy that would be completely exposed, especially to her young neighbor.
"So Cindy, I understand you're going to take a year off before going to college." Linda said, and without getting an answer from Cindy, asked her, "how are you going to spend this next year?" Linda noticed that while she was talking to Cindy, Cindy's eyes were focused on Sharon, especially looking at Sharon's exposed bottom. Linda chuckled to herself.
"Oh, umm," Cindy muttered to Linda's question. Then Cindy continued, "I want to spend as much time with my mom as I can, after I start college I probably won't be coming home too often, depending where I go."
Linda seemed in complete control of what was going on and was in charge of the conversation. Poor Sharon was embarrassed to tears because of the exposure of her most intimate body parts, i.e. her bald pussy. On the other hand, Cindy was so intent at looking at Sharon's pussy that she was also at a loss for words.
"Cindy, Sharon, drink up, I made a whole pitcher of ice tea. Cindy have some crackers and sausage, the sausage is great, try it."
Cindy took a cracker and a couple slices of the sausage and then said, "the sausage is good; it has a nice tangy flavor, a little on the musky side."
Sharon spoke up and said, "let me refresh your glasses with some more ice tea." Linda and Cindy both nodded their approval. In getting up from the recliner, Sharon put one foot down on the floor, and when she did, her flowered pussy lips opened up and Cindy's eye's zeroed in to the view in front of her and noticed the glistening moisture .
I knew at this point, both Cindy and Sharon were starting to feel the effects of the 'ice tea.' I know that Cindy was sheltered from any drinking or sex. In conversations with her mother, Sandra, she had told me that she wasn't going to let any guy get her sweet daughter drunk and take advantage of her. So neither did my wife or Cindy, handle the drinks that Linda spiked without feeling the buzz, hence, losing some of their inhibitions.
Sharon brought the drinks back into the room and looked like her normal, sexy self and didn't seem to be shy about the fact that her breasts as well as her bottom where almost completely exposed to her young neighbor.
Linda started again by asking, or I should say telling Cindy, "I bet you have men stopping by your house at all hours of the day and night. With two beautiful sexy , and available women, they must be knocking your doors down?"
"Not really," Cindy replied. "My mom was happily married for many years and after my dad died, she said all the guys that tried to date her were jerks. As for myself, mom tells me that right now I don't need some hormone primed kid in my life. Mom tells me I have plenty of time to meet Mr. Right."
"I think Sandy is right," Sharon said. "Your mom has had some pretty bad experiences with some of those 'jerks' that she has dated."
"That's well and good, Sharon, but in the meantime what do they do with their pent up hormones? When I was Cindy's age, if I wasn't allowed to have sex I would have ended up in some kind of nut house. Of course, now they, the likes of Dr. Ruth, encourage masturbation, even though I did it often." Then, very matter- of- factly said to Cindy, " I'm sure that you and your mom spend many times masturbating after reading a sexy book or watching an xxx rated movie; I know that Sharon does, as well as myself."
Cindy and Sharon were just staring at Linda, not saying a word but in awe of what Linda just said. Sharon started to defend herself but no sooner had she muttered a word or two, Linda said, "Sharon, don't even think of denying it, I've watched you as you did it right in front of me, and besides, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
After that comment, Cindy and Sharon were blushing as they gulped down their tea.
"Now Sharon, I want you to be honest." It was a good thing that Sharon had those drinks. "You have to tell us the truth, you masturbate often, don't you?"
Linda was up to the same old tricks, get them a little high, not drunk, but just enough so that they lose most of their inhibitions regarding sex as their male hormones, (testosterone,) start to kick in and they start feeling horny and their juices start flowing. It was working.
"Yes I do," Sharon blurted out, "and I'm not ashamed of it. In fact I masturbate frequently because it feels good and it also relaxes me and gets me all charged up. In fact, I've read that it's a healthy thing to do if you're sexually frustrated."
"Well Cindy, are you going to be honest about it, or are you going to try to hide the fact that you're just like the rest of us girls. There is nothing wrong with it and it's perfectly normal. In fact, if you didn't masturbate I would say that there was something wrong with you and that your mother should take you to a doctor. O.K., let me put it this way, have you ever had an orgasm?"
Cindy had never had this kind of conversation with anyone, not even her mother. She had some very basic classes in human sexuality in her last year of high school and they did touch the subject of masturbation, but she never discussed it with anyone.
Cindy was now squirming in her chair, as well as Sharon. Then Cindy got up the courage to say, "I'm not sure if I've ever had an orgasm. Oh gosh, if my mom ever heard me talk about masturbation with anyone, I'm sure she would really be upset with me."
"Cindy," interrupted Linda, "I'll guarantee you that your mother probably masturbates as frequently as we do, if not more, because she doesn't have anyone else to have sex with."
Cindy continued, not commenting on Linda's statement about her mother masturbating. "I touch myself down there sometimes when I get the urge and I will admit that it feels good, but I don't know what an orgasm feels like. Some times it makes me feel like I have to pee, and other times it feels good while I'm rubbing it down there, but when I stop, I feel kind of restless."
"Sharon," Linda said, " I can tell that you're real horny and that you have been dying to get yourself off, just by the way you're squirming , so I want you to show Cindy how you masturbate and give yourself a pleasurable orgasm. Do it just like you did for me. If we don't show her she will end up being frustrated for a long time, or until she starts college and meets up with a nice boy or girl." It was obvious that Cindy, by her reaction, picked up on the "or girl."
"Linda, I can't do that in front of Cindy, I would be too embarrassed. Besides, I think that Cindy would be embarrassed to watch,. I'm not going to do it."
"Come here Sharon, first of all, do you want me to give you a spanking like I gave you earlier, in front of Cindy?" As she said this, she pulled Sharon's loosely tied cover up, off of her. "Now stand up in front of Cindy." Then Linda looked at Cindy and said to her, "I noticed that you've been looking at Sharon for most of the time while you have been visiting, isn't she sexy looking."
Now Sharon was standing immediately in front of Cindy and her glistening and swollen cunt lips were only inches away from Cindy's face. Sharon indeed was horny. Both girls were a little flushed but the drinks had made them more submissive than they would ordinarily be.
Linda then spoke to Cindy again, "do you find Sharon to be a sexy and beautiful girl?" Poor Cindy was almost overcome from the view that was in front of her face as she sat, but also the musky scent that was filling her nostrils. Then Cindy said to Linda, "Yeah, well like, I do find Sharon to be very attractive and my mom thinks so as well." This gave Linda food for thought.
Sharon had finished her second drink, as well as Cindy had, and from the looks of things, I think that they were ripe for anything that Linda asked of them.
"What's it going to be, Sharon, a spanking or are you going to show Cindy how you masturbate?" Then turned to Cindy as Sharon was nervously moving her body, "Would you like to see how I spank Sharon over my knees? In fact Cindy, maybe I'll let you give Sharon her spanking if she doesn't obey."
Then Sharon looked at Cindy and asked her, "Cindy, Would you be offended if I did what Linda asked of me in front of you?" Cindy's answer threw me. "No Sharon, in fact I think it would be kind of cool and a real turn on. I've read a couple of books about things like this, but never let my mom know." I think at this point, both Sharon and Cindy were pretty much under the influence of the drinks.
This is all it took, Sharon was so horny that her pre-cum juices were starting to run down her legs. I don't know if the excitement of being watched by this sexy younger girl, or by the fact that she was being ordered to do it. Sharon got back on the recliner, with her legs spread and her head slightly tilted back. Linda told Cindy to get closer to Sharon so that she could get a good look at how Sharon played with herself as well as a good look at her cunt.
There was no question about it, poor Sharon was on fire as she quickly and aggressively started rubbing her cunt and pulling on her swollen nipples. Needless to say, if she kept up at the pace that she was going, she would cum in seconds. "Now I want you to stop for a minute, Sharon, how is poor Cindy to see what's going on; this is for Cindy's benefit, not just yours. "Cindy, give me your hand and let me have you touch Sharon's pussy, see how engorged her inner lips are? Now just lightly run your fingers up and down, from her bum hole all the way up to her clitty."
With Cindy's fingers caressing Sharon's excitable and bloated cunt lips, Sharon let out a loud moan and pumped her butt up to hump Cindy's hand. "Sharon, I told you to be still, I'm trying to teach Cindy how to masturbate."
"Now Cindy, I want you to stick a couple of your fingers into her vagina, or as we call it, cunt or love hole. See how wet it gets, that is in anticipation of having sex. Cindy, do you have your panties on?"
Cindy looked up at Linda and said, "Well yes, I have my thongs on." Knowing that Cindy, as well as Sharon, was sexually aroused, said to Cindy, "please take them off and hand them to me." Linda told her in a firm voice to intimidate her. Cindy didn't even think about, she stood up and pulled off her thongs and handed them to Linda.
"Oh my, Cindy, I see that you're as aroused as Sharon, your panties are soaked. You really do like her, don't you?" "Well yeah Linda, I do like Sharon a lot and I enjoy being with her, and I do get excited when I watch her and talk to her."
Watching this video and listening to Cindy's confession got me off in a second. Were these hidden cameras such a good idea? HELL YES, I'd never find a porno movie that is as sexy as these, besides, any porno vid that I've ever seen, the woman never cums, that's what turns me on, I can watch myself cum any time. Now I don't even have to take the videos with me on my business trips, I can watch them LIVE on my lap top.
"Well Cindy, we know that you didn't pee in your panties. Here, I want you to lick some of your juices with your tongue." Cindy looked at Linda, knowing better and not wanting to get Linda upset, ran her tongue along the crotch of her panties. "Now Cindy," Linda said, as she put her hand in back of Cindy's head and pushed it down to Sharon's boiling hot cunt. "I want you to run your tongue along Sharon's bloated lips and suck some of her juices." Cindy had no choice as her face was pushed into Sharon's over flowing cunt.
Cindy may have had her face pushed into my wife's aroused pussy, but it seemed to me that Cindy didn't waste any time licking and sucking Sharon's sweet nectar. "Ohhhgaaaawwwdd Ciiiindyyy, please don't stop. Please I'mmm ready to cum." But my poor frustrated wife was not to get her wish as Linda pulled Cindy's head up and away from Sharon's quivering pussy. In a pathetic and pleading voice, Sharon said, "Linda, ohh please,please let me come."
"I will, soon my love, but remember, we can't be selfish and not think of Cindy. Cindy has needs and she must learn how to take care of those needs just as we do." From the expression on Cindy's face, I would say that she was hurting as much as Sharon was.
Linda took Cindy's face in her hand and stroked it and then leaned over and gave Cindy a mouth to mouth kiss. I could almost see Linda's tongue forcing its way into Cindy's mouth. Cindy tried to pull away, but Linda had her arm wrapped around her back and there was no way that pretty little Cindy was going to break loose.
When Linda finally came up for air, Cindy looked totally out of focus and bewildered, as though she didn't know what was happening to her.
Sharon was fighting back tears, she was so frustrated that it was becoming painful for her to just watch what was going on and pleaded again for Linda to let her reach a climax.
"Cindy, I want you to watch Sharon closely because I'm going to let her make herself cum, with your help. I want you to lean over and kiss Sharon on the mouth just as I did to you." I think at this point, Cindy would have done anything that Linda would have asked of her. "Then Cindy, I want you to pinch and suck on Sharon's nipples." Cindy did not hesitate in following Linda's instructions.
"Sharon, what are you waiting for, do you want to cum or not? Start playing with your throbbing pussy." Sharon was going ballistic, her fingers were poking her cunt hole, as her hips gyrated and humped like a bitch in heat.
Cindy was so absorbed in watching Sharon fucking herself, she seemed to be unaware that Linda had raised her skirt, (Cindy's,) and was starting to play with her sopping pussy. Then Cindy was moaning as loudly as Sharon as both girls were starting to go into the throes of reaching a climax.
Sharon's body stiffened, she arched her back and screamed out, "ooohhhh fuuccck yeeeeeaaas. ohhhmyygaaawwddd." and in a matter of a minute, she collapsed as her body went limp.
At this point, Cindy was besides herself, she was so totally lost and confused in her mind, her body was responding on its own instincts. She was crying and moaning as Linda's fingers were doing what Cindy had never felt before. Then when Linda saw that Cindy couldn't take much more, she put a finger into Cindy's cunt, and then two and curled up her finger tips to Cindy's G-spot as she started teasing Cindy's very engorged and hard clit. She felt Cindy's love muscles clamp down on her fingers as Cindy squeezed her thighs together and let out a loud, almost agonizing moan and then she collapsed. Linda had a grin on her face from ear to ear, then took her cum drenched fingers and put them in her mouth, sucking off every drop. With her other hand , she quickly rubbed herself to a very satisfying orgasm.
Linda let Sharon and Cindy bask in the after-glow of their powerful orgasms for a while. "Well, you two sleepy heads, let's head for the Jacuzzi where we can relax and chat." Both Sharon and Cindy had mind shattering orgasms and between the orgasms and the spiked drinks, they were still a little woozy.
"Sharon, go turn on the Jacuzzi while I help Cindy out of her clothes and she can help me out of mine." This was Cindy's first ever orgasm, and an explosive one at that, so she was still in a little bit of a daze, she didn't resist Linda stripping her.
Linda had Cindy sit in between her and Sharon. The jets that I set for the sexual stimulation would come on in about five minutes; I could even control that from my lap-top. "God Cindy, you have a fantastic body." Linda said. "Now I want to know a couple of things, was this cum that you just had, anything like what you have felt when you touched yourself?" Cindy answered, "Oh, like no way. I felt like my entire body was going to explode, it was the most awesome and feeling that I've ever had. I'm feeling so fantastic, it's unbelievable. Thank you sooo much."
" I'm curious about another thing, didn't you say that you have never had sex with a boy, or anyone?" Cindy realized what Linda was getting too but didn't let on. "No, I've never had sex with a boy, why do you ask?" "Well. it seems like your beautiful pussy is lacking a hymen." Cindy's face flushed but she knew that Linda and Sharon were now her good friends and she wasn't going to lie to them. "Please promise not to tell my mom." Sharon and Linda looked at her and they both said, "no way." they had found themselves a new playmate. "About a year ago I was feeling really restless; I heard other girls talk about how they did themselves and how great it felt so I thought that I would try something like they described, I had read things like this in stories as well."
As Cindy was concentrating on telling of her experience, Sharon and Linda were running their hands over Cindy's beautiful body, her nipples were becoming rigid and it was clearly visible to the two women, that even though Cindy was not acknowledging their manipulations of her body, she was getting aroused. Sharon put one hand down on Cindy's pussy and Cindy interrupted her story by letting out a soft moan.
Cindy continued with her story. "While I was in bed, that evening, I just couldn't stop touching myself down between my legs, my pussy." Cindy let out a little giggle knowing that she was using a word that was naughty. "I just didn't get the feeling that other girls talked about so I thought that maybe I had to put something inside me. I had my hair brush on my night stand, next to my bed, and the long plastic handle looked like a man's penis." "Cock." interrupted Linda. "I thought I would try to put it into my hole," "Cunt," interrupted Linda again. Cindy repeated, "Cunt" and giggled like a little girl.
"I had trouble putting it in me so I gave it a hard push. It hurt and I almost screamed but I didn't want my mother to hear me. It went all the in me but now I was scared and I quickly pulled it out. It was covered with blood and I knew what had happened. I fell asleep crying. When I woke up in the morning my panties had blood on then, as well as some on my bed sheet. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up the hair brush handle, but I knew that my mom would find my bloody panties as well as the sheets."
Cindy was visibly, very aroused at this point. Linda and Sharon were tormenting this poor girl to the point that seemed almost cruel. Cindy had a fantastic body, her breasts were amazing. They weren't blown up like some of these women do when they get implants, to me that's ugly. Cindy was about a 34b, but what I liked the most was that her areolas were pouty and puffed up, pushing her hard nipples out even further. Another part of her anatomy that really turned me on was her clit. Like her nipples, her clit really protrudes from its shelter, it looks like a pencil eraser. I could see it poking out now as Linda and Sharon were fondling her body.
Cindy continued her story, but at this point it was obvious that she was having trouble concentrating on what she was saying. She was breathing hard but at the same time, trying to keep her cool. "When my mom found my bloody panties, and then the sheets, she excitedly asked what happened, she knew that it wasn't time for my monthly. I didn't want to tell her what really happened because I knew that she would be disgusted with me. "Mom, I'm O.K., while we were at cheerleader practice after school yesterday, they flipped me up in the air and when I landed, my legs were in the split position. I hit the grass pretty hard and when I got up I could see the blood stains. The coach told me not to worry about it and that I would be fine."
Just about the time Cindy got the last word out, the jets came on, pulsating powerful jets of water into their already aroused cunts. Cindy just about jumped off her seat from the sensations she was feeling. Sharon pulled Cindy's face to hers and kissed her with as much passion and wanton lust as I have ever seen, and Cindy was responding.
Sharon's mouth then went down to those engorged nipples and sucked on them, first one and then the other. Damn, how I wish it was my mouth sucking on those succulent tits.
Linda was now kissing Cindy's mouth that was just vacated by Sharon. Linda also had her hand on Cindy's mound, just above her clit, and with some pressure, she was rotating her hand so that her finger tips were pulling up the hood of Cindy's clit, which was forcing Cindy's clit to extend further and to receive the full impact of the jet streams.
Cindy let out a loud scream into Linda's mouth, if she hadn't had the scream muffled by Linda's mouth, I'm sure the whole block would have heard her. Her body was quivering like a fish out of water and when she broke off the kiss with Linda, all she could say, repeatedly, was, ""ohmygod,omygod,ohmygod," .Her body was shaking for over a couple of minutes before she could speak. Both Linda and Sharon were enjoying their own orgasms that were more intense than usual because of the thrill of watching Cindy.
Then Cindy said something that floored me, "Sharon, I have to tell this while I have the nerve, I've always admired you, but now I know that I really love you." Sharon's expression to Cindy's revelation, was in total awe, "I love you Cindy" Sharon replied. Cindy tuned to her and gave her a big hug and then a soul searching kiss..What in hell as going on? My wife Sharon is falling in love with Linda, and now Cindy, is there going to be any room in my bed for me. Then another thought hit me, shit Cindy's mother Sandra, still hasn't come into the picture. Am I going to have to compete for sex with my wife? Well, I guess I can jack-off watching the videos.
After Cindy's confession of her love for Sharon, and then Sharon's love for Cindy, there was total silence for a few minutes. Linda broke the silence and said, "well I don't know about you two, but I think this calls for a drink. Let's go into the house and I'll fill up our glasses with some more ice tea."
When they sat down and started sipping on their 'ice tea', Cindy seemed to notice for the first time, even though she had been looking at Sharon's exposed cunt before, that Linda and Sharon were both bald around their cunts where she had pubic hair. All of them were sitting facing one another and they were totally naked and all of their pussy lips were still puffy from the aftermath of the recent orgasms, giving all three a direct view into each others love connection.
"I think your hairless cunts look great." Cindy said which was followed by a giggle. The word cunt was starting to take hold and by the time Cindy continued on with her education at college, I think it would be a regular word that would be in her vocabulary.
"Do you like it?" Linda asked Cindy. "Yeah, I think it looks great," Cindy answered. "I just did that for Sharon this morning, how about me doing it for you, you'll really like the feel once you get all that messy hair off?" Linda asked. "Oh, I don't know, what if my mom gets mad that I did it?" Cindy said. Linda looked at Cindy with a smile and said, "Cindy we all tell little white lies every now and then, as you did when you broke your cherry, just tell your mom that you shaved it off so that when you wear your bikini you don't want hairs sticking out, it would be embarrassing. Besides, when does your mom see you naked?" with this question from Linda, Cindy blushed a little.
Cindy hesitated for a moment and was finishing her 'tea.' "Sometimes," Cindy slowly started to say in a quiet girlish voice, "when mom seems to get a little fidgety, she will have two or three drinks at night to calm her down. Then sometimes after she is finished with her drinks and ready to go to bed, she will ask me to take all her clothes off and help her into her bed, then she tells me that she doesn't want to sleep alone and tells me to take off all my clothes off and get into bed with her so that she can snuggle up to me. She gets real lonely at times."
Linda wasn't going to stop at this point, she knew that Cindy, in her present state of mind, would answer just about anything that she asked her and it would be honestly, trusting Linda as a friend.
"When you get into bed with your mom, does she just pass out and fall asleep?" Linda asked Cindy. "She likes to hug me and tells me how much she loves me." "Do you go to sleep hugging each other?" I think Cindy was enjoying the fact that Linda was so interested in her and her mom's personal life.
Cindy giggled a little and then said, "She loves to cuddle up to my back and then she will throw her leg over mine and start rocking herself to sleep. Sometimes she'll get a little restless in her sleep, I think she may be dreaming about my dad, and then she'll rock herself back to sleep again with a little moan. I think it's cute because she always makes this moaning sound just before she goes back to sleep. I love it when she does that."
Now that Linda knows that Sandy, Cindy's mother, gets herself off by rubbing her cunt against Cindy's thigh, Linda is going to go all out.
Linda gave Sharon a sly smile and then asked Cindy, do you go to bed often with your mom? "Cindy Shyly answered, blushing again, "well, we did last night." I felt sorry for poor Cindy, Linda was going to now give her the 3rd degree, some very intimate personal questions. "Cindy," Linda said, Cindy was at this point clutching on to Sharon. "Can I ask you a very personal question?" Cindy hugged Sharon and said, "well I guess so, we are all friends now." poor innocent girl..
"Do you and your mom have your periods about the same time?" Wow!! good old Linda, nothing shy about her. She should have been a prosecuting attorney. Cindy looked into Sharon's eyes, looking for approval, and then said, "I think so, like in about a week. The reason I know is because we both use the same box of tampons." Again Cindy let a little giggle, knowing that was talking about intimate female things with more mature women than herself.
Then Cindy, being comfortable with Linda's questions and with the security of Sharon's loving shoulder, started talking openly. "Me and my mom go to bed often and I know she dreams of my dad." she hesitated, and then continued, "I think it's real cute. Sometimes I'll wake up and she will be on top of me and rubbing her butt on my leg as she kisses me, and then sometimes she'll have her hands all over me, even in between my legs." Cindy let out another giggle with that last confession.
"Sharon, why don't you get your razor so that we can shave Cindy I think she'll really love the feel,. O.K. Cindy?" Cindy nodded her approval.
Sharon brought out everything she needed and had Cindy lay down on top of a large beach towel. The only concern I had at this time was that they all looked and acted as if they had a buzz on. It wasn't only Cindy that was giggling, at this point all three of them were acting like teen-agers that just found their parents stash of erotic magazines.
"Bring up your legs a little and spread them as far apart as you can," Linda instructed Cindy. "God girl, you have the most beautiful pink pussy that I have ever seen." As Linda was saying this, she was spreading Cindy's pussy lips and she and Sharon had a look into her love hole as well as admiring Cindy's clit that was now starting to peep out of its shelter.
Linda looked at Sharon and said, "Sharon baby, I think you're going to have your handful with Cindy, she is a real hot fire-cracker. Her pussy is flowing and her clitty is excited even after all that we've done, she's as horny as you." Sharon just smiled.
"Before I can shave this thick bush of yours, I have to cut it first." Linda said to Cindy. After cutting away the mass of hair, Linda told Sharon, "now I want you to lather Cindy up from her butt-hole, all the way up close to her navel, I want you to learn how to shave her, and I want you to do it every few days."
Sharon started to lather Cindy and Cindy's lips were getting engorged by the stimulation. Sharon took my lather brush and started to playfully run it up and down Cindy's sensitive pussy lips and brushed light against Cindy's clit. Cindy let out a low moan and wiggled her butt and giggled.
"Now Cindy, you have to be perfectly still or else Sharon could slip and cut off that beautiful clit of yours." That did it, Cindy froze, even though her horny hole was oozing out the sweet nectar.
With a lot of restraint, Sharon and Cindy were able to finish the job without any cuts or bruises. Linda moved in with some lotion to prevent any rash on the now hairless pussy and needless to say, she took the opportunity to further stimulate Cindy's cunt.
Sharon gave Cindy a hand mirror and with a big grin, said to Cindy, "you have to see how beautiful your pussy looks now." Cindy quickly took the mirror, anxious to see what it looked like, and yelled out, "WOW, I can't believe it, I've really never looked at myself down there." Excitedly she said to Sharon and Linda, "look how puffy my cunt lips look and I've never seen my clitty." with a delightful giggle.
"To celebrate your deflowering, we are going to fill your cunt full of champagne and then we are going to take turns drinking it out of your delicious hole." Linda opened a bottle and then poured some on Cindy's breasts, down her stomach, poured some in her navel and then went down to Cindy's bald cunt.
"This is your initiation into sexual adulthood. You are no longer an innocent young Virgin and we're going to treat you as a sophisticated sex slut. Also, you must accept any orders that we give you, even if you don't want too, Do you agree?" Cindy said that she agreed to do anything that they asked of her. Oh boy, is she in for it. Then they all giggled.
Then Linda took the bottle of champagne, and did the unexpected, she pushed the long neck of the bottle into Cindy's cunt. The unsuspecting Cindy nearly went into shock. "OH WOW," yelled out Cindy, "that's cold." "Is this what you were trying to do with your hairbrush handle?" asked Linda. "Oh god yes. Is this what a cock feels like?" Almost, but just a little warmer." said Linda with a smile.
They were really into it now. I don't think that they will stop at anything now, it's almost like the are in a sex frenzy. This was turning out to be an out and out orgy and in their tipsy state of mind, I think that they could go all night. But then the doorbell broke the spell.
"Who are you expecting Sharon?" Linda asked Sharon. Sharon looked a little confused and then Cindy chimed in, "that's probably my mom, I left her a note saying that I was over at Sharon's visiting her and her friend."
Linda took charge. "Sharon, put that cover up on. Cindy, I want you to get into the Jacuzzi. O.K. Sharon, get the door."
Sharon looked a mess, but never the less, she did as she was told and opened the door. "Hi Sharon, is Cindy here? She left a note so I thought that I would come over and visit for a while" Sharon told Sandy that Cindy was in the jacuzzi with a friend of Sharon's and told Sandy to please come in.
Now here is the catch. Sandy was really looking at Sharon's cover up, or should I say, "lack of cover up." Sandy could clearly see Sharon's tits as well as her crotch, but she just stared, but didn't act like she was shocked. Then I found out why.
Sharon asked Sandy if she was O.K. because even though Sharon was feeling a little high, she observed that Sandy looked like something was wrong. "You look a little tired Sandy, how about a drink?"
"No thanks, I've had a couple already." Sandy replied. "Then how about some ice tea, that will pick you." "That will be fine, thank you." Little did either of them realize that the tea had been spiked by Linda.
"Sandy, is there something bothering you or something you want to talk about?" "Sharon, I don't want to bother you with my story, I'm O.K.." Sharon looked at Sandy and said, "Sandy, what are friends for, please tell me what's on your mind.
Sandy went on to tell Sharon that today was her and Mike's anniversary and every year to celebrate they would go to this pub where they first met, so she went there today hoping she would find some nice guy. Then she told Sharon that "If I could only find a man that was as good a lover as Mike." While she was talking to Sharon, I think it finally sunk in to Sandy, that Sharon was practically naked, and she was taking it all in. On the other hand, I think that Sharon was oblivious to Sandy staring at her exposed body.
"Sandy, you look like you're up tight and I have a solution for you. My friend Linda is a physical therapist." Wow, good going Sharon, you haven't lost it at all. "Linda gives the best massages and after she finishes, we'll all go into the Jacuzzi. Sandy I promise, you will fell like a new person."
"Thank you Sharon, I'm kind of restless and I just want to take Cindy home and let you and your friends enjoy yourselves. Besides, I would throw a damper on everything. Sharon, could you please call Cindy."
Sharon called Cindy and Linda and told them to come and join her and Sandy. Then the scene changed. Linda and Cindy came walking into the kitchen where Sandy and Sharon were sitting. Linda was about three inches taller than Cindy and they walked into the room, hand in hand, stark naked.
Sandy took one look at her daughter, standing in front of her without a stitch on. Then she looked at Linda and as she stared at both females, her mouth hung open as she barely was able to get out, "Cindy, what is going on? I want you to go put on your clothes immediately." As Sandy looked at her daughter and Linda, it was obvious to Sandy that the both of them were sexually stimulated because their pussy lips were still in an engorged state.
Sandy was beside herself and was muttering words, then Linda spoke up. "Sandy, I'm Linda and I'm happy to meet you. Sharon told me how beautiful you and your daughter were but I thought Sharon was exaggerating." Sandy was still stuttering as if in a state of shock. Then Linda continued, "I can't believe you're Cindy's mother, you look more like her sister, in fact, you look like you're about Sharon's age."
Sandy appeared to calm down a little and softly spoke up and said thank you to Linda and then looked at Cindy and said, "Cindy, honey, I would like you to get dressed so that we can go home. I'm tired and need to go to bed." I could see Sandy looking at her daughter's bald pussy, but she didn't comment on it.
Sharon then looked at Linda and said, "Linda, Sandy told me that she is nervous and a little up tight and I told her that you would give her a massage that would make her feel great and then we could all go into the Jacuzzi."
Sandy was a little under the influence but she had her wits about her and spoke up and said, " Thank you Sharon and Linda, but I just want to go home with Cindy."
Then Cindy said, "mom, we're having a lot of fun and Sharon and Linda have helped me understand myself and showed me a lot of things." She couldn't help it, but let out a little giggle as did Sharon and Linda.
This set off Sandy, now she spoke up a little more strongly, "I can see what's going on here. I'm surprised at you Sharon, your friend is obviously a lesbian and is trying to influence you and Cindy to join her. I don't know about you Sharon, but I don't want Cindy to be exposed to any such thing."
"Sandy," Linda said, I'm not a lesbian. I've been married once to a complete jerk and divorced him and know I have a boyfriend that knows how to treat a woman. I love him very much and we plan on getting married in the near future." Linda spoke in a manner that startled Sandy. "Now come here and let me give you a massage, I know it will make you feel better."
"I know that you're trying to help me, but I've got to get home with Cindy." Sandy said. Now the fire-works. Linda looked at Sandy straight in the eyes, and with a very stern voice said to Sandy, "You're not going anywhere. I know what you're up too. You're going to go to bed and take Cindy with you and use her body as a security blanket. You're going to rub yourself off on her beautiful body until you sexually satisfied your needs so that you can fall asleep."
"How dare you," Sandy shouted back. "Sharon, Cindy, help me with Sandy, I'm going to give her a massage whether she wants one or not. Now help me take off her clothes."
Linda directed them to where the towel was on the floor as Sandy yelled out and threatened to call the police.
"Let's take off all her clothes," Linda ordered. Sandy put up a struggle but it was three against one. Cindy was probably more aggressive than Sharon was in stripping her mom. They finally got her naked and stretched her out on the floor. Sandy still struggling but knew she wasn't able to do anything about it.
"Oh wow," Linda shot out, "my god Sandy, what a fantastic body. I can't believe that you don't have guys chasing you all over." Sandy was still trying to break free and didn't respond to Linda's comments. However, she wasn't fighting as hard to get released.
"Sharon, go get that body lotion that I have in the top drawer in the guest room." not that Linda had any intentions of sleeping in the guest bedroom, but at least she put her clothes there.
One more feeble attempt from Sandy as she said to Linda, "please don't do this. what is my little girl going to think, seeing her mother being forced into such a compromising position." Linda looked at Sandy and said, "Sandy, your daughter is going to realize that her beautiful mom has the same feelings as she does."
"Now get on your stomach." Linda told Sandy sternly. With the help of Cindy, who at this time was talking softly to her mom and telling her how much she loved her and that she knew that Linda would help her feel so much better. Cindy was playing with her mothers hair to help Sandy relax.
"Please Linda, if you're going to force me to have a massage, please do it quickly so that I can go home, I really feel very embarrassed being exposed like this, especially in front of Cindy."
"Beautiful," Linda said, "your daughter is a woman just like us, so there is no reason to be embarrassed. Now just relax, if you fight me, it will just get harder and I'll get very mad, and like I did to Sharon, I might just have to give you a spanking."
Sharon rubbed some of the lotion on her hands and gradually all over Sandy's body. She started out with Sandy's toes, manipulating them one by one. She did it an erotic manner, she sucked each toe in her mouth then massaged each one. She kissed and licked the sole of Sandy's foot and then with mostly thumb pressure, massaged the sole from heel to toe. Linda worked her way up, kissing and massaging first Sandy's calves and worked her way to Sandy's thighs. However, she stopped just short of touching Sandy's crotch.
Linda had spread Sandy's legs and as she worked her way up towards Sandy's bottom, I could see Linda peeking at Sandy's round, firm butt and as much of her pussy as she could see. Knowing Linda, she must have been salivating just thinking of her getting her tongue into the beautiful Sandy's cunt.
But not touching Sandy's bottom, at least for the time being, Linda went up to Sandy's hands, and as she did with her toes, she started sucking Sandy's fingers and worked up to her shoulders. The erotic manner that Linda was administering the massage to Sandy, was getting Sharon and Cindy all aroused, just by watching. They weren't doing anything to one another but I could see by their body motions, that they were getting aroused.
Now Linda straddled her legs on the sides of Sandy's waist and started working on Sandy's neck and shoulders. Sandy was not about to let her daughter see her physically respond, but uncontrollably, she was letting out, very softly, mews and moans, but Linda picked up on it. When Linda's hands working down Sandy's spine, she intentionally had her hands reach to the sides and touch Sandy's breasts. Sandy squirmed, but only noticeable to Linda.
As Linda worked her way down Sandy's body, she also adjusted her position, her bottom was now on top of Sandy's bottom. As Linda massaged up and down Sandy's spine, at the same time she was leaning down so that her bald, wet pussy was rubbing against the cheeks of Sandy's butt, rotating and grinding it into Sandy as she moved up and down.
Linda just had Sandy's butt left to finish off Sandy's back. She went further down where her bald cunt now was straddling one of Sandy's legs. Both Sharon and Cindy were rocking back and forth as the were sitting on their heels, rubbing themselves in a calm manner, but getting themselves more aroused.
Linda was now sitting in a position so that she could rub her clit against Sandy's calf. Linda leaned over and started to massage Sandy's tight butt, she rotated one hand on one cheek and the other hand on the other cheek. When she did this, she managed to spread Sandy's cheeks so that her little rose-bud would be exposed and open. Sandy was very quietly making meowing sounds. Then Linda took her thumbs and while she was massaging Linda's cheeks with her fingers and the palm of her hand, she started to massage Sandy's butt opening with her thumbs and gently worked them into Sandy's tight rear hole. Sandy made a gasping sound.
"Oh Linda, please don't do that. Please don't embarrass me this way." Linda could see a very small puddle form on the beach towel and realized that Sandy wouldn't be able to control herself much longer and would certainly have a overpowering orgasm.
"Let's get you rolled over so that I can now do your front." Linda instructed Sandy. Sandy slowly rolled over, but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the expression on her daughter's face.
"I feel a lot better now, Linda, so can I please get up and put my clothes on so that I can go home?" Sandy asked Linda.
"Not yet, beautiful, I can't do half a job on you, and also, you will feel a lot better when I finish with you. Linda told Sandy.
As observers, Sharon and Cindy were all eyes. Cindy was getting as turned on as much as Sharon, watching her mother getting an erotic massage. When Sandy turned on her back, it was obvious to the others that Sandy was in a state of arousal. Her nipple were sticking out and as hard as they could get, but her pussy was a sure sign of her arousal; her cunt lips were separated and fully engorged with blood and you could see her wetness trickle down the crack of her butt.
Linda started to massage Sandy's neck and worked her way down to Sandy's beautiful breasts. As she massaged Sandy's breasts she said to Sandy, I can't believe how beautiful your breast are, they don't sag and they are as firm as a girl half your age." As Linda was Saying this, she was vigorously massaging Sandy's breasts and was working on the now stiffened nipples. Sandy must of had sensitive nipples, like Sharon, because at this point, poor Sandy was about to go off like a rocket. Sandy was making all kinds of incoherent sounds, as if in pain. "Did you nurse Cindy?" Linda asked Sandy. All Sandy could moan out was, "UH HUH."
"We're just about finished," Linda whispered to Sandy. Then Linda moved her hands down slowly across Sandy's stomach , played with Sandy's navel and then got down to Sandy's mound. Linda took her hands and placed them on Sandy's mound and slowly and gently rotated them. When her hands were in an upward cycle, it would pull the hood covering Sandy's clit and force Sandy's clit to expose itself. "Oh Linda, please. Please don't let this happen." Sandy was almost weeping but at the same time she was raising her hip to get more pressure from Linda's hands.
There was no way that Sandy was going to avoid the inevitable. Linda saw the flow of her juices, as did Cindy and Sharon, flowing from Sandy's aroused love hole. Linda then knowing that Sandy had reached that point of no return, quickly shoved two fingers into Sandy's open cunt, curled them up to hit Sandy's G-spot, massaged it and with her thumb, massaged her clit.
Sandy exploded, almost as if she was hysterical. Her cunt muscles almost crushed Linda's fingers, her cum was shooting out in gushes and Sandy was moaning loudly, and saying, "ohhhh geeeeezzz, oooooooooohhhoooooooohhhhhh" and the same time kept humping and fucking Linda's fingers. Linda bent over and gave Sandy a kiss sticking her tongue deep into Sandy's throat. Sandy responded with an open mouth
Sandy didn't settle down for a least a few minutes, it seems as though she just couldn't stop humping Linda's fingers that were still deeply imbedded in Sandy's cunt.
Finally, Sandy caught her breath and looked to Cindy and said, I'm sorry hon, I didn't want you to see your mother like this. Will you please forgive me sweetheart."
"Mom, I think that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Thank you for sharing something that is so intimate with me; I feel as though now I'm a woman, watching my mom having such an intense orgasm, has me, as well as Sharon and Linda, very aroused. I now feel closer to you than I ever have. I love you." Cindy then gave her a deep kiss.
"Sandy, now that you're a little more relaxed, we have a ritual that we must subject you to, we are going to shave off that mass of pubic hair that is covering that gorgeous cunt of yours. Sandy was accepting Linda's choice of words, as did her daughter as well as Sharon.
They Shaved Sandy and went into the Jacuzzi. Had more orgasms. They were doing everything that Linda demanded of them, including going down on each other. Watching Cindy go down on Sandy was a cock throbber.
Sharon brought out all her toys including a strap on dildo.
But let me tell, my friends, now not only do I have sex with Sharon, but I can have my pick of whomever I want to have sex with. Be it Cindy, Sandy, and even Linda.
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Title: Friends with Benefits Ch. 03
Tags: anal sex, cum swallowing, oral sex, blowjob
A funny thing happened to Jim when he returned to campus for the few weeks between Halloween and the Thanksgiving break. At first when he returned he felt very horny and a little sexy at having such a wild secret. Knowing what he and Ron had done and how it made him feel made Jim feel like he could conquer anything. He had done something so wild and crazy that it was beyond even his wildest fantasies. The whole thing left him with a huge boost of confidence and self-assuredness. Hell, if he was willing to do that and have it turn out so amazing he felt like there was nothing he couldn't do.
What surprised Jim was how it seemed others picked up on his new confidence. Suddenly, at parties he was able to approach women who might have intimidated him before. In that short time he even managed to get laid twice. The first was a total one night stand with a hot sorority girl in her room after they both got drunk at a frat party. The next morning he could barely remember her name or much about her beside her knockout looks and how they had fucked each other silly.
The other woman he fucked was someone he knew from his classes and had admired from afar for a while. He had never been able to actually figure out a way to talk with her before, but he finally did it and they had gone out a couple of times. Happily, and very surprisingly, Jim discovered that she was really horny and ready to fuck after their second date. He had assumed she was more conservative based on how she acted and dressed in class, but she was anything but conservative back at his place as she sucked his cock and fucked him.
Through this whole time Jim still thought often about what he and Ron had done. He and Ron talked a lot on the phone and traded e-mails but neither ever directly referenced what they had done. Jim couldn't get the wild memories out of his mind and he regularly got hard thinking about sucking Ron's cock or having Ron fuck his ass. One thing that Jim regularly thought about was how it might feel to switch places with Ron and take a turn fucking his ass.
Jim had seen photos and porno movies where men fucked women up the ass, but it wasn't something he had ever tried. The whole thing made him curious and he spent a while on the internet reading about anal sex. The more he read the more curious and excited he became. As the last days passed before he went home for Thanksgiving break he knew what he wanted. He couldn't wait to fuck his friend Ron. The very idea of it made Jim's cock grow and his stomach tingle in anticipation.
Unfortunately, Jim and Ron weren't able to get together before Thanksgiving. They both traveled home the day before Thanksgiving, but with various family activities and travel plans they couldn't figure out a way to get together.
Thanksgiving Day itself was busy with family activities. It seemed every living relative of his descended on his house for Thanksgiving. The last of the guests didn't leave until very late and Jim knew that he'd have to wait at least one more day to see Ron.
He finally made contact with Ron on Friday morning, but he was disappointed to learn that Ron and his family were going to visit some of their relatives. Ron said he expected to be back a little after dinner and would give Jim a call.
Jim spent the day restlessly waiting for what might happen later. Finally, Ron called and not long afterward Jim drove over to Ron's place.
Ron's mom greeted Jim when he knocked on the door. Jim chatted with her for a while but was a little disappointed to find her and Ron's dad still at home. He had no reason to expect them to be gone but he hadn't really considered what would happen if they were home.
Ron came up from the basement a few moments later and he and Jim chatted with Ron's parents for a while. Ron's parents asked Jim all about his school and how his family was doing. Finally, Jim and Ron went downstairs to play some pool while his parents stayed upstairs reading.
As they shot pool they chatted and caught up on what had been going on with each other recently. Jim was again very happy with how normal and relaxed this felt. On some level it seemed like nothing had changed between them. They played pool, trash talked with each other, and joked just like always. And yet things weren't just like always. On another level Jim felt excited and nervous. He wondered if Ron was curious to continue what they had done or if Ron maybe viewed what had happened as a one time thing. Jim was really curious and eager to continue and he hoped Ron felt the same.
Eventually Ron's parents called down that they were going upstairs to bed. They exchanged good nights and Ron and Jim heard them walk up the stairs to their bedroom. They played pool a while longer before finally Jim couldn't wait any longer to find out how Ron felt.
"So, um, I've been thinking a lot about Halloween," Jim started not really sure of what to say.
"Yeah, me too," Ron said.
For a while neither said anything else and then Ron added, "It's crazy. I can't believe we did that, but it's like I can't get it out of my head."
"Me too," Jim replied.
"Are you sorry it happened?" Ron asked.
Here was the moment Jim had been waiting for. He still wasn't sure exactly how Ron felt and now he had to decide if he should be honest and risk being rejected by Ron or play it cool until he knew how Ron felt. However, what if Ron was waiting to find out how Jim felt? If Jim played it cool maybe Ron would think he wasn't interested in continuing.
Jim summoned his nerve and said, "No, it felt so...so..." he struggled to find the right word.
"I know," Ron said. "I can't believe how good it felt." It seemed like Ron's guard dropped slightly and he added, "Hell, I'm not sure I've ever quite felt anything like when I fucked your..." suddenly his voice trailed off as if the realization of what he was about to say was too much for him to complete his thought.
Jim walked over so he was standing right beside Ron and said only, "I loved it too."
They made eye contact briefly before they leaned in together for what turned out to be a long kiss. The kiss quickly became deep as their tongues danced and wrestled back and forth between their mouths. The kiss and Jim's own lust were more than he could control any longer. He parted the kiss and moaned, "I want to suck your cock."
"My parents are upstairs," Ron meekly protested, "dude, if they find us like this they'll fucking kill me." However Jim was too far gone in his own lust to think rationally now.
He dropped to his knees in front of Ron and quickly opened Ron's jeans. He soon had Ron's pants and boxers pushed down around his ankles and Jim turned his attention fully on Ron's already hard cock. For weeks Jim had been fantasizing about Ron's cock and he couldn't wait to feel it inside his mouth again and taste his friend completely. Jim wrapped his lips around Ron's shaft as Ron let out a long, deep moan.
Jim immediately started sucking and playing with Ron's cock excitedly. He had been anticipating this moment for so long that he didn't want to prolong it any longer. He hoped there would be time for teasing and exploration later, but for right now he just wanted to make Ron cum. It seemed Ron's excitement matched his own and it wasn't too much longer before Ron was clearly on the verge of cumming.
Jim's fantasies of this moment always ended one of two ways. He either imagined taking Ron's cum fully in his mouth and drinking it down or pulling Ron's cock out of his mouth at the last minute and letting his cum land all over his face and chest. He knew Ron's orgasm was only seconds away and still he didn't know what to do.
Ultimately, Ron started cumming even sooner than Jim imagined and Jim ended up taking two huge jets of Ron's cum directly into his mouth. The first jet was so hard and so heavy that it was already seeping down the back of Jim's throat when he finally pulled Ron's cock out of his mouth and stroked it excitedly. The rest of Ron's cum flew out and landed on his cheeks, neck, and chest. As Ron's orgasm finished Jim felt like a total slut. Here he was kneeling in front of his friend with his face and t-shirt now coated in cum and with a mouthful of warm cum. He slowly stroked his friend's cock and loved every moment of it.
When Ron finished cumming he looked down at Jim and pulled Jim up to his feet. Jim wasn't sure if Ron realized he still had a mouthful of his cum when he leaned forward to kiss him, but the idea that Ron was about to taste his own cum out of Jim's mouth made Jim wildly excited.
As soon as their lips met Jim eagerly drove his tongue into Ron's mouth. Ron's tongue immediately greeted his and they stood for many long minutes kissing deeply while they swapped Ron's cum back and forth between their mouths. When they finally parted their kiss Jim swallowed the cum that was left in his mouth. Maybe it was because he knew what to expect, but the taste wasn't nearly as bad this time. In fact, there was almost something exciting about the taste.
Ron also swallowed the cum in his mouth before he looked at Jim and said, "My turn." He led Jim over to the couch and pulled off Jim's jeans and boxers. He then had Jim sit down. Jim's cock was rock hard and its tip was already glistening with pre-cum before Ron even touched it.
When Ron finally did lean down and engulf Jim's cock there was a similar urgency and desire to what Jim had just had. Clearly Ron wasn't interested in prolonging the moment or teasing as he hungrily and wantonly sucked Jim's cock. Jim simply leaned back and completely gave himself over to his friend and his amazing mouth.
Jim didn't try to hold himself back and only gasped to let Ron know he was about to cum before his cock erupted in orgasm. Ron kept his lips firmly wrapped around Jim's cock even as Jim shot long, heavy jets of cum into his mouth. Ron moved his mouth so only the tip of Jim's cock was still inside and stroked his shaft wildly with his hand until Jim was done cumming.
Ron gulped a few times and tried to swallow Jim's cum as quickly as it filled his mouth. The realization that Ron was eating his cum sent chills down Jim's back and brought his orgasm to a new peak as he continued to fill Ron's mouth with the last jets of his cum. In the end Ron wasn't able to take all of Jim's cum and some seeped back out of Ron's mouth. Soon Jim's cock and Ron's hand were both coated in a thick layer of Jim's cum. When Jim finished cumming Ron released him from his mouth, but he continued to fondle Jim's sticky cock for many long minutes.
"Holy fuck," Jim sighed.
"I know," Ron replied as he released Jim's cock and crawled onto the couch beside him, "I can't believe how good this feels."
In this intense moment Jim finally had the courage to say what had been on his mind for weeks. He looked at Ron and said, "I want to fuck you."
Ron smiled and said, "Good, I want to fuck you too." Jim's heart beat wildly at the idea that he was about to make his fantasy come true but then Ron added, "But not tonight, if my parents caught us doing that I don't even want to think about what they would do. Besides, the lube is upstairs and I don't want to risk them catching me getting it."
Jim was disappointed but he and Ron talked and quickly discovered that neither of them had any plans or commitments for the next night. They didn't know yet exactly how or where it would happen, but they both agreed that they would do it the next night.
They pulled their pants back on and Jim cleaned Ron's cum off his t-shirt the best he could. Jim asked, "So, I've been meaning to ask you. The lube and dildo, where the hell did you get those things?"
Ron replied that they could thank Charlie for that. Charlie was Ron's older brother. He had recently graduated college and was currently working a prestigious internship nearly halfway across the country. Ron's parents hadn't changed Charlie's room much at all as if they were still expecting him to move back in with them someday and so his bedroom still looked much like it did when Charlie was living there.
Ron said that Charlie had once told him about how he had a girlfriend who had a real thing for getting fucked up the ass. Charlie said that at first he just fucked her ass all the time, but then she wanted even more so he bought the dildo so she could use the dildo in either her ass or pussy while Charlie fucked the other.
At first Ron hadn't believed the story so Charlie produced the tube of lube and the dildo as proof. For whatever reason Charlie had left them in his dresser in the same secret hiding place he where used to keep his porno collection. "Sometimes I use the lube to jerk off," Ron admitted, "so I knew that stuff was still there."
They hung out for a while longer before Jim left to go home. He could barely sleep that night thinking about what he and Ron were planning to do the next day.
When he awoke the next morning he asked his parents about their plan for the day. He crossed his fingers hoping that they would say they were going out or doing something and at first it looked like he was out of luck. His parents said they were thinking about heading up to the big Christmas tree festival opening a few towns over. For years the town made a tradition of decorating a bunch of different trees in the styles of different countries and cultures. They always lit the trees the Saturday evening after Thanksgiving. For years it had been a family tradition to go but when Jim got old enough he stayed home while his parents went.
"We haven't gone in a few years," his mom said, "and Sally and Bob are going and want us to come along." Sally and Bob lived a few houses down and were his parent's best friends in the neighborhood. Jim tried to conceal his joy when they finally decided they would go and his mom gave Sally a call.
"Do you want to come along?" his dad asked.
Jim replied no and shared a laugh with his dad when his dad replied, "Can you get me out of it too? I'm sure you and Ron will have a lot more fun hanging out."
"Sorry dad but I think you're stuck," Jim answered.
A little while later Jim called Ron and told him the good news. They agreed to meet up in the early part of the afternoon, catch a matinee movie, and then head back to Jim's place after his parents left. Jim knew from past years that his parents would likely be at the festival for a long time. They usually left in the late afternoon and wouldn't return until sometimes as late as 10pm. At least that was the schedule they used to keep when Jim was in high school. He hoped they wouldn't surprise him by returning early tonight.
His parents ended up deciding to catch dinner with Sally and Bob before going to the festival so they left the house a little after 5pm. Jim and Ron did catch a movie, but they made sure to go see one that started plenty early enough that they would be back at Jim's house right at 5pm. They didn't want to waste a single minute of time.
As they watched the movie Jim thought about how crazy it was that he was essentially on a date with his best friend. The movie was good but he was distracted the whole time thinking about what he and Ron would be doing later. Usually he was distracted by trying to catch a quick grope of his date's tits or thigh during the show and with wondering how far he might be able to get with her later. This was much different because he already knew how far he and Ron planned to go and that was what was driving him wild.
They ended up returning to Jim's house a few minutes before his parents left. "Don't get into any trouble," Jim's dad teased as they left.
"We probably won't be back until late," his mom added, "Sally and Bob want to go out for drinks after the festival."
They watched his parents walk down to Sally and Bob's house and Jim briefly wondered if they should order a pizza for dinner. However, when he looked at Ron he knew right away that food would have to wait. It was clear from the look on Ron's face that he was as excited and anxious as Jim about what they were planning to do.
Without a word they went upstairs to Jim's bedroom. Once there they met in a long kiss that, by the time it finished, left Jim's cock rock hard and straining to get out of his jeans. They parted the kiss and removed their clothes before Jim pulled back the covers of his bed. Once he had them pulled down he turned and saw Ron pulling the dildo and lube out of the backpack he had brought with him. Just seeing the lube again made Jim very excited and his cock twitch.
He and Ron climbed into bed together and resumed their excited kiss. Their hard cocks rubbed together in a kinky duel under the sheets as they fondled each other while they kissed. Jim longed to feel Ron's cock in his mouth again but there was something else he wanted much more than that. He parted the kiss and rolled over so he could pick up the tube of lube off the bedside table where Ron had set it.
When he rolled back he found Ron already had rolled over and was positioning himself on his hands and knees. Jim moved behind Ron and squeezed a big drop of the lube on his index finger. He cautiously found Ron's asshole and for a while he just explored it with his finger. Its puckered surface felt new and kinky under his finger. He applied more lube and eventually brought his finger to the entrance of Ron's ass.
To his great excitement he felt Ron pushing back against his finger as he started to apply pressure. Knowing that Ron was so eager for this drove Jim wild. He continued applying steady pressure until finally his finger slipped inside Ron's ass. Ron stopped and groaned and Jim also stopped not sure if he was hurting Ron. "More," Ron moaned after a few moments and Jim steadily pushed his finger deeper until it was inside Ron's ass to the second knuckle. Jim's cock was now throbbing from anticipation.
Ron told Jim to apply more lube and soon Jim was able to push his whole index finger up Ron's ass as far as it would reach. The feeling was unbelievable and Jim couldn't wait to replace his finger with his cock. He knew, however, that he still had some work to prepare Ron's ass and so he reached over and picked up the dildo. He coated it heavily with lube and placed it at the entrance to Ron's ass.
While he pushed forward Ron pushed back and after a while longer Jim was able to fuck Ron's ass with the dildo fairly easily. Jim remembered what Ron had said before about having one of his girlfriends fuck his ass while she sucked his cock. As he continued fucking him with the dildo Jim asked, "Did your girlfriend ever do this to you?"
Ron moaned and said, "No, just her finger." Jim continued fucking Ron's ass slowly with the dildo until Ron gasped, "Fuck me."
Jim excitedly pulled the dildo out and quickly smeared a huge load of the lube all over his cock. He took hold of Ron's hips and moved behind his best friend. He positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to Ron's ass. Jim pushed forward and Ron again pushed himself back. Jim kept pushing forward and at one point the pressure was so great he was worried that either he was going to hurt Ron or that his own cock might bend painfully. Just moments later Ron groaned loudly and Jim felt his cock slide past the entrance to Ron's asshole.
"Fuck, wait," Ron gasped once Jim was partway inside him. Jim remembered exactly what Ron was feeling and waited until Ron's ass had a chance to get used to him being inside. The way Ron's ass squeezed his cock was unlike anything Jim had felt before. He had heard about how some women had "tight" pussies but nothing he had ever experienced was even close to the way Ron's ass squeezed him.
He slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper and paused for a long time with his cock all the way inside Ron. He just wanted to savor the amazingly tight sensation. He started to very slowly fuck Ron and his friend let out a long, deep moan. Jim had to concentrate hard to not end the fuck before it had really even started by cumming. The whole scene was so exciting that Jim could easily have cum if he allowed himself.
It took all of Jim's will power but he did resist cumming as he continued slowly fucking Ron's ass. Ron's ass somehow seemed to draw his cock inside and didn't want to let go. When Jim pulled his cock back out it seemed like Ron's ass tried to fight against it and keep him deeply inside. The sensation was similar to fucking a pussy, but it was much tighter and excitingly different. Plus, the very idea of what was happening was so nasty and kinky that the sensation was amplified to incredible heights.
After a while Jim found that he was able to fuck Ron just as if he was fucking a woman. He held Ron's hips and the fuck steadily became wilder and faster until Jim couldn't wait any longer. He grunted and pushed his cock forward just before he filled Ron's asshole with a big load of cum. Ron squirmed and groaned as Jim came and then pushed back against Jim to bury his cock even deeper up his ass as his orgasm finished.
Jim felt completely spent when he finished cumming. He had been looking forward to this moment for so long, and now that it had actually happened he felt completely drained of energy. He pulled his cock out of Ron's now wet and sticky asshole, and Jim knew there was only one thing that would feel better than resting. Without even taking the time to kiss or say anything, Jim and Ron changed positions and soon Jim felt Ron's finger working the lube into his asshole.
Jim groaned excitedly and often as Ron prepared his ass for what they both wanted. Finally Jim felt Ron's cock head pressed against his asshole and he pushed himself back as Ron pushed forward. This time when Ron's cock slipped inside there wasn't any pain and really very little discomfort. It was almost like his ass remembered having Ron's cock inside and it didn't take long for it to stretch enough to allow Ron's cock to slide all the way inside.
Jim groaned and shuttered as Ron sank his cock all the way inside him. Ron was clearly wildly excited after being fucked by Jim. He immediately pumped his cock frantically back and forth inside Jim. Jim moaned and let Ron control their wild fuck. It felt kinky and exciting to completely give himself to Ron like this as Ron wildly fucked him. Jim felt a tingle run down his spine when he realized he was happy to be Ron's "fuck toy".
Ron started groaning and fucking him even harder in the minutes before Ron finally came. When Ron did cum Jim moaned and repeated what Ron had done by pushing back to ensure Ron's cock was completely buried in his ass. Ron's cock seemed to pump gallons of cum in his ass and it seemed like his orgasm went on for many long minutes.
Ron stayed inside Jim's ass for a while after he finished cumming. Eventually, he pulled his cock out before flopping back on the bed so he was lying on his back. Jim crawled over to him and lay down on top of his friend so their soft, wet cocks pressed together. They kissed and enjoyed the kinky moment before Jim suggested they take a shower to get cleaned up.
Jim's shower wasn't anything like the one in Ron's parent's room, but they didn't mind the close quarters. They didn't fuck or even really try to make each other cum in the shower. Instead they just enjoyed soaping and washing each other and the still new sensation of being naked and sexual with each other.
After the shower they got dressed and Jim finally ordered the pizza he had thought about earlier. They ate and then went back up to Jim's room to watch some TV. They lay together on Jim's bed for a while before Jim felt Ron's hand on his thigh. Jim turned to his friend and fondled Ron's crotch through his jeans as they laughed and then started a long kiss.
This time they moved more slowly and took the time to undress each other rather than both just stripping naked at the same time. The end result was the same, however, and soon they were again both naked as they lay side by side kissing and fondling each other. They took turns fondling each other's cocks and happily stayed like this for a long time just enjoying the moment.
Eventually the temptation of Ron's cock was more than Jim could resist. He slowly kissed his way down Ron's neck and chest making his way toward Ron's cock. Jim turned around and lay on his side next to Ron as he brought his mouth to Ron's hard cock. Jim didn't immediately start sucking and instead just softly held, kissed, and licked Ron's shaft. For a long while Jim licked and teased the tip of Ron's cock as Ron groaned appreciatively beside him. As Jim continued teasing his cock, Ron twisted his hips slightly so he was lying partly on his side.
This gave Jim easier access to Ron's cock and he continued his teasing. The other thing that Ron's position shift did wasn't apparent to Jim until he felt Ron's mouth on his cock. Surprised, he looked down and saw that with Ron lying on his side they were able to easily fit into a sideways 69 position with them each lying on their sides facing each other.
Jim groaned and returned to Ron's cock with renewed lust and enthusiasm as Ron eagerly sucked and licked at his cock. Having already shared such a wild and intense fuck they both had very good control and this amazing 69 experience lasted for a long time.
At times each did their own unique style of teasing and licking. At other times they fell into matching tempos as they bobbed their heads and sucked each other with a perfectly matching tempo. The sensation of feeling his actions almost immediately mirrored back on his own cock drove Jim wild and he sucked Ron even more eagerly.
Ultimately, the feeling of Ron's mouth was more than Jim could resist. He felt his orgasm approaching and just let it play out as Ron continued his eager teasing and licking. With a long moan Jim started cumming and Ron again took the whole load of cum in his mouth. The feeling of Ron's lips and tongue teasing his cock even as he came drove Jim to a new peak of pleasure and his orgasm played itself out over what seemed like many long minutes.
When Jim finished cumming he turned his attention back to Ron's cock and resumed his kissing and licking. Maybe Ron had been holding himself back or maybe Jim's orgasm had triggered something in Ron, but very quickly Ron seemed on the verge of his orgasm.
Jim suddenly decided that he wanted to feel something new when Ron came, so he briefly released Ron's cock and guided them into a new position. Jim rolled onto his back and guided Ron on top of him. When Jim was done he was flat on his back with Ron straddling his chest. Ron's knees were under Jim's armpits and the tip of Ron's cock was very near Jim's mouth. Jim lifted his head and resumed wildly licking and sucking Ron's cock as Ron held his shaft and fed his cock to his friend.
It seemed that Ron still didn't entirely know what Jim wanted. Eventually Jim looked up at Ron's cock and said, "I want you to cum on me." Before he could say anything else Ron groaned and started stroking his cock. Ron's cock was already coated in a heavy layer of Jim's spit and his hand easily glided back and forth.
Jim moaned in anticipation and stared at Ron's cock just waiting for it to explode with cum. He didn't have to wait long and soon Ron moaned and started cumming. Jim watched as the first couple of jets leapt out of Ron's cock and landed on his face. He had to close his eyes soon after as one drop fell off his eyebrow and into his eye. Even without the visual, the feeling of being slowly coated in Ron's cum was more than enough to drive Jim wild.
Just like when Ron had fucked him, having Ron cum all over him like this made Jim feel nasty and kinky. He had seen countless images of women with cum all over them and seem hundreds of cum shots in porno movies. However, he never imagined being the one with the cum all over him. He thought of how sexy and nasty women looked with a guy's cum all over them and wondered if he looked that way to Ron now.
When Ron finished cumming Jim wiped the cum away from his eye and gazed at Ron's cock and then up to Ron's face. It was clear from the look on his face that Ron was very excited by what Jim had done. They sat like that for a short while longer before Ron crawled off and fetched a towel for Jim to get cleaned up.
They got cleaned up and dressed and it wasn't much later that Jim's parents returned. Jim was amazed by how quickly time had passed and realized that they were probably lucky his parents hadn't returned a little earlier. His parents told them all about the festival and how much fun it was. Finally, Jim's mom asked, "Did you two have fun here?"
"Definitely," Jim said feeling excited by the meaning of his answer that his mom would never guess. "I think I'll drive Ron home, so I'll be back soon."
Jim and Ron talked in the car on the way to Ron's house. They talked about how they still couldn't believe what they had done and again both confirmed that they didn't regret anything. Finally, Ron said, "I wish I could fuck you again."
Jim was both surprised and excited by how open and candid their conversation had become about this. He looked at Ron and said, "Well, there is always Christmas break." Jim and Ron said goodbye when they got to Ron's house and talked about when they thought they would be able to come home for their winter break. The mere idea of spending two full weeks back at home and experimenting more with Ron sent chills down Jim's back. He knew he couldn't wait for the break to arrive.
When winter break did arrive it was even more than Jim could have hoped for. Quickly he and Ron became confident, comfortable lovers. They explored many kinks and fantasies with each other and took many turns fucking each other in a few different positions.
After returning to school after the Christmas break Jim wondered if he was "turning gay", but he found that his appetite for women didn't diminish at all. In fact, almost exactly the opposite happened. He suddenly found himself more eager and excited to fuck women and, when he had the opportunity, he was more willing to experiment and completely give himself over to the moment. The result was that he had several wild affairs with kinky, wild sex.
He kept in regular contact with Ron and Ron reported that the same was true for him. They both continued dating regularly while at college and fucking each other as they could whenever they visited each other or when they were both home. Jim never felt an attraction to another guy and never had a desire to be with any guy other than Ron.
After college ended both of them settled down into the "real world". They didn't live in the same town but they didn't live all that far from each other. They enjoyed getting together as often as they could for a "guys weekend" so they could fuck each other until they were exhausted and satisfied.
Between his "normal" sex life with women and his occasional wild weekends with Ron, Jim knew he couldn't really want for more. He wasn't sure what the future would hold for them, but he knew that no matter where their lives took them he and Ron would always remain very close friends. Jim looked forward to fucking his close friend for many more years to come. | literotica |
Title: Love Lost, Chapter 10a: Remissions. by cge0361
Tags: Gardevoir, Human, Lucario, M/F, Mismagius, Pokemon, ampharos, blaziken, sceptile
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Love Lost, Chapter 10a: Remissions.
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Joe sorted through generic school supplies. He had acquired a new backpack for his entry into high school, letting his old one become dedicated to his hobby as a trainer. One could question if one is really a trainer when taking it only as seriously as a hobby, or if training in the sense sixth-tiers knew it was truly deserving of a greater title than "hobby" at all. A chime from his trainer's device within his old backpack alerted him to the news of the day: Percival had just checked in at Rennin Pokecenter, and would soon be home.
Grace drifted inside Joe's bedroom and lent a telepathic hand, looking for things that Joe was struggling to remember the whereabouts of. She also retrieved a few other objects that had been set aside, such as his game console's second controller. "So, are you going to beat him up first round, or are you going to go easy and let him think he hasn't gotten out of shape?"
Joe glanced up at her and the controller she let dangle from her hand. "Beat 'em up. If I can. He's been fighting for real all summer; you won't play with me so I'm probably the rusty one."
Grace set the controller down and switched which game was in the system. "I can't play that sort of game against you."
Joe zipped his new backpack shut and started looking for a few pens, pencils, and an eraser. "Why not? It's not like you hate violence when you're still having me take you to the gym every few days to fight until Medical kicks you off the ladder."
Grace drifted over with a smile, set his backpack aside, and sat on his bed. "Dad's not home and Burner won't be for a while. Marianne is watching a game with the Pearsons. Let's do it while we have some privacy."
"The gill massaging thing?" Joe asked her, casting her a half-annoyed glance. Grace nodded quickly with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes that asked, "What else?" Joe climbed onto his bed and neared its head. "Okay, but just a little. I think Dad got suspicious after last time."
Grace grinned, teleported a cushion from the love-seat into her hands, and gave it to Joe to place behind himself. Leaning his upper back against it, Joe held his pillow against his upper chest as he laid himself down, legs splayed somewhat. Then, Grace laid herself atop him as he folded the pillow over, providing padding and a little space for her dorsal sensory horn.
Grace closed her eyes and leaned her head back into his waiting palms. "Think? I know he did. He wanted to say something, too."
Joe began slowly caressing the roots of her gills, eliciting a gentle moan. "What did he want to say?"
"I don't know. He wasn't projecting that." Eyes still closed, she reached up and placed her palms on his temples and began to synchronize with him.
Linked, they no longer needed to speak. Their conversation was innate, automatic, sublime. And, somewhat distracted as she guided every nuance of his fingers' motions, strengthening the experience for herself. Joe felt a sense of pride and accomplishment--a seed of which he knew she planted in him--but genuine nonetheless. It was a trivial thing he was doing, just rubbing her ears, to speak approximately, but it delighted and pleasured her in a unique and sensual way that could not be described. Indeed, he could feel the speech T.M.'s lexicon inside her mind when they were connected this closely and there was literally no composite term that matched exactly. "Harmonious ecstasy" was a near match, though.
Their link strained somewhat. Something in her mind was shifting; she was going too far again, like the last time they did this. Joe disapproved but her willpower was dominant in this state and he consented. It did not really affect him last time, although it did leave him feeling somewhat "funny." Grace would be the one out of sorts for the next few hours, he expected. She began squirming between his legs, fidgeting as though she were being assaulted by an army of tiny people with tiny spears and tiny attitude problems. With both of her hands proper locked onto Joe's head, Grace employed her telekinesis to serve as a surrogate third and apply ministrations she felt a desperate need to feel applied.
In the moment, Joe no longer merely consented to her going too far; he encouraged it, adjusting his fingers' placements on her gills and their motions slightly. Feeling him defying her guidance but performing as, if not more, effectively, Grace gasped and redoubled her telekinetic efforts. Within seconds her legs pulled up a little and squeezed together and she began squirming involuntarily. Unlike last time, she had not merely gone too far. The point of no return had been passed.
"Uhhh, uhhhhhh, thank you, Joe. Joe! I--I love you, Joe! I--I'm going to--we're going to--"
(Ding-dong!)
The energy of her release coupled with absolute shock at the doorbell's chime caused Grace to force her arms straight, slamming Joe's head against his headboard while kicking her legs in a brief, instinctive run-away response. Sliding downward once her palms passed to press the wall behind them, her dorsal node passed the bottom of the pillow and dug into Joe's belly for a moment. Still synchronized and thereby feeling the same pain he did from both the headboard and her protrusion, her subconscious mind took over as she came away from his bed and somewhat righted herself. Without a thought, upon hearing the bell chime again, she teleported to the front door.
She teleported into the front door; her body replacing a large oval faux-stained glass window that until that moment featured the image of a feeding hummingbird.
Her subconscious mind had poor accuracy.
A flygon on the front step, showered by shards of glass, jumped back and hovered until the gardevoir finished materializing and looked up with a dazed expression.
The delivery girl checked an electronic device strapped to her right arm. "Special parcel for Rainier, Joe." She then presented a small box.
Grace accepted it and carefully pulled herself back through the door's oval decorative hole and backed away.
The flygon poked her head inside, waving the device on her arm. "Hey, wait, you have to sign for that!"
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Grace caught up with Joe as he paced briskly to the bathroom. "Joe? This--"
"Not now."
"But--"
Joe shut the bathroom door firmly behind himself and shouted through it. "Dad was right. Whatever that is, we shouldn't--Just! Give me a minute!"
As Grace heard the water begin running, a faint cool breeze drifted beneath her skirt and made her realize that her surmise that the effect she felt would apply to them both was right. It also made her realize that a faint cool breeze nowhere near an air conditioning vent indicated that they were not alone in their house.
Grace turned about to see Marianne, staring at her, frozen in a pose with one of Pearson's nachos near her opened mouth, waiting for Grace to finish turning before biting into it. Which she then did, as though by remote control she had been un-paused.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Grace's stance slackened. "You were watching."
Marianne popped the other half of her chip into her mouth and nodded.
"How long?"
The ghost's grin widened to its limit. "Oh, don't worry about that yet, slut. It'll keep getting bigger until, well, at least through high school."
"What? Oh, God. NO!" Grace glanced back at the bathroom, responding to Joe's mental reaction to hearing her shout; he correctly recognized that NO as a typical consequence of direct Marianne exposure. "I meant, how long were you watching us?"
Marianne ejected another nacho chip from her haze and took a bite solely so she could talk with her mouth full. "From about two seconds after you got too distracted to sense me."
Grace turned away feeling shamed.
"Hey! Don't blame me. I came over to steal a beer because I lost a bet with fat-boy Pearson and owed him one. You chose to put out some irresistible vibes. Speaking of, that freak-out when the doorbell rang," Marianne shivered and floated up against Grace's face, "ooooh, pure panic tastes soooo gooooooood." Marianne rolled her eyes back while fluttering her eyelids during her O's and ended her sentence by hanging out her tongue and dragging it across Grace's cheek.
The gardevoir cringed and staggered away, gesturing with her left arm as she exclaimed, "Ugh, gah, please, please! Leave me," that was too open-ended, "us," that was better, "alone!"
Marianne floated northward. "Ha! Like I want to be around you two anyway." Once she was out of earshot, drifting between the Rainier and Pearson homes, she added to herself, "I know someone who is even more energetic when the time is right."
Joe exited the bathroom fully-dressed, as he was when he entered. Grace had set his parcel beside the telephone and floated toward him but stopped as she felt his mindset. He did not want to interact with her, but he did not want to rebuff her either. He simply wanted not to acknowledge the awkward experience, especially as he now realized how powerful an emotion she could share. She obliged him by simply following him as he moved about his home, maintaining a distance of about a meter and a half as the rooms' layouts permitted, until he stopped wandering and sat in the love-seat. Grace teleported back its absent cushion and sat beside him in silence for some time, until the silence made him uncomfortable.
She sensed that, and broke it. "I can't play that kind of game against you because there's no point."
Joe stared at the television as though it were on. "Because you could read my mind and beat me every time?"
"Only if you let me." She reached across and took his right hand in her left palm.
He looked at their hands, then turned to face her. "I can stop you?"
"If you focus, and if I don't force myself into your mind."
"Like your mother did?"
"Yes, but not really. That was just communication. By force I mean, well, I mean: force. I'm sure it would be painful."
Joe started thinking about what that entailed, which was not what Grace wanted him thinking about.
"Joe, it's because you beating me at that game would do nothing for you, and me beating you at it would do nothing for me."
They looked into each others eyes and reached an understanding.
Grace placed a palm on Joe's cheek and leaned forward while guiding him into a chaste kiss. When it broke, she sneaked a glance over his shoulder at the damaged door and whispered, "By the way, whatever that was, it was amazing, and we are doing it again someday."
Joe spoke low. "I think, a while from now. When I'm a little older, and--."
"--and ready to feel what I feel when we're together--" With an accepting nod she stood and floated toward the kitchen for a refreshment, grumbling, "--by ourselves," toward the ceiling that Marianne typically lurked above. Returning with a couple cans of soda, she and Joe barely had time to open them and enjoy a draught when the telephone rang. Grace raised her arm behind her head and attracted its handset to her palm.
"Welcome home! Wh--yes, of course. We'll be over in a couple seconds. See you in a moment." Grace replaced the handset and leaned over Joe. He had not heard and had not yet noticed what happened to the front door; she hoped to keep it that way for now. "It's time to pick up our fried chicken!" With him in her grasp, Grace concentrated and teleported herself with Joe to the Finnegan's home.
As soon as Grace released him, Joe was re-captured and lifted off of his feet by a tower of warm, bright red feathers. Burner made his particular happy bird sound for a few seconds before letting him go.
"It's good to see you too, big guy. Did you have fun?"
Percival interjected. "There was a little here and there, but--being a trainer, a good trainer, is a lot harder than it looks." Somewhat humbled by his experience on the road, Percival went on at length about what he learned during his journey, as much to summarize it for himself as for Joe's benefit.
Burner excused himself and sought Sam, finding him inside Percival's bedroom, examining what had become of his bonsai tree. "Sam? Are you--ah, what's that?"
"A victim of drowning." Sam brushed a branch with a claw. "Our mistress fulfilled her promise to water it for me, but she was too generous. I am not surprised; that is in her nature. She will prepare a large dinner tonight, and invite your family to join in it, I am sure."
Burner was uncertain about what Sam was getting at. "Is that bad?"
"Yes. If the soil has degraded this much, the roots are sure to be damaged. I'll have to re-pot it to see if it can be saved." Sam put the tree back on his shelf and paused.
"Uh, I meant, is that bad that she--"
"I know what you meant, Burner. I have work to do--my own work--before my time is taken from me again." Sam exited through the window, with greater difficulty than he expected since he now barely fit through it, and examined Delilah's garden for any useful soil.
Burner returned to the living room, where Percival was up to the part of his story that was personally annoying.
"I can't believe it, right? The guy was a first-tier gym leader in addition to being a vaguely philosophical bastard. He doubles the offer from the first time, his two against my four, and the house rules only allow trainers a switch option when a pokemon is fainted, thrown, or taps out. Sam's locked in as my registered lead, and out comes his gliscor from the first time. Sam's got plenty of speed now that he's evolved and got some leaf-blades off, but the batty bitch tanks the hit and nails him. Bartholomew makes a switch while I throw Fiona out. I don't even remember what his other pokemon was called, some import breed, but it faked her out, hopped up, and kicked her in the base of her skull. Wham, out like a light. He doesn't switch so I choose Frankie, hoping to at least get a static paralysis on his weasel on its first attack and then take it out. It freaking u-turns on him while he's charging up. The weasel is shocked but gets a free switch, and I get to hear that gliscor cackling like a fiend as she pops into an electric attack that does nothing. Needless to say, Frankie's fucked."
"Language!" Delilah shouted from the kitchen.
"Sorry, Ma'. Anyway, I'm down to Burner so I throw him in. The gliscor tries to pull that acrobatic sh--stuff on him, gets a flaming kick square in the belly. She barely gets off the ground again, tries to quake him but can't get it off before he snipes her with an ember. Wonder weasel comes out, fur still puffed out because of the static, walks right up to him. Smack! Jumps up to his height and slaps him like a pimp. Burner takes a swing, but the weasel's already doing some crazy back-flip while casting stone-edge somehow and batters the hell out of him. They were about to call it a knock-out but Burner started getting up. The weasel was looking ragged and limping to the circle's rim--he must've been getting drained by a life orb--but he hears the official call the match live since Burner's got a knee off of the ground, and does some crazy high-jump stunt across the ring. Burner barely dodges it and the little snot slams into the ground and rolls over the tape. Knocked his own dumb self out, probably broke something, too."
Joe got nudged awake psychically by Grace--she was also tuned-out but detected Percival reaching the end of his recollection. "So, Burner got you your first badge?" Joe asked.
"No. Burner got you your first badge. Since Burner got all the points in the match and he was on loan, the judge gave his trainer the win."
Grace spoke up. "Oh, that must've been what came today." Joe looked at her blankly. "There was a delivery today. While we were--when I left--right when I--abruptly." She glanced around at everyone glancing at her. "Yeah."
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The Rainiers returned home after promising to stop in again at dinner time. As they walked back, James' car passed them by and pulled into the driveway ahead. Grace cursed beneath her breath; Joe and Burner realized why a moment later.
James spoke when he heard footsteps behind himself. "What the hell is this? Did someone break in?"
Grace held her hands together and let her head hang somewhat. "I'm sorry, Master James, I--"
Marianne appeared upside-down, peering through the door's hole's upper rim. She spoke with a rapid, monotone inflection. "You failed to control your primal impulses and got yourself into a situation you were not ready to handle."
James looked at Marianne and Grace alternatively. "Either of you care to elaborate."
The ghost seized her opportunity, drifting through the solid portion of the door toward James. "All you need to know is that we shared a moment of beauty. And, it ended with Grace putting her head through a pane of glass." She turned to face away from everyone as though she were snubbing them. "Any further details belong just between us girls."
"Does the repair cost belong just between you girls, too?"
Marianne turned herself around and right-side-up. "No. I threw her. It's my responsibility. I don't care, it was worth every penny."
"You have money?"
She thought for a moment. "Actually, better: I have a few doors I'm not using."
James waved her aside, stepped over most of the glass, and entered his home. "I don't want to know. Just fix it."
Joe and Burner followed James inside, Burner with a wide stride over the glass since he wore no shoes, but Grace lingered behind. "Why did you tell him that?"
"Because I know of a door that can replace this one. Duh."
"No, I mean, why did you protect me?"
Marianne's tendrils fell limp as she stared blankly at Grace. "After what you've been through today, you're still thinking only about yourself. I didn't protect you, Grace. I protected James. Which do you think is easier to swallow? I kicked your ass and threw you out without phase-shifting your matter this time, or that you lost your grip on your powers when someone rang a doorbell while you were busy forcing his son to give you an ear orgasm?"
"It's not an--and I didn't force--"
Marianne stabbed a tendril through Grace's neck, arresting her voice. "I didn't ask for clarification from you. I asked which truth is easier for James." She withdrew her tendril with a sweeping flourish.
Grace rubbed her intact neck and stormed inside. Marianne descended upon the broken glass, drew up a shard, and licked its edge while her smile spread.
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Mister Pearson did not look away from his ball game. "Ale, imported; not that domestic swill you brought last time."
Marianne accumulated herself beside him. "You drive a hard bargain, Baldy, but you understand the law of supply and demand. You've got the supply, so you get to demand."
"I couldn't afford to sit on my fat ass and watch footy half as much as I do if I didn't." He snatched from her haze a nacho she attempted to sneak.
"It's a deal, then. Ale--not swill--imported if they have it, otherwise you take what you get with a smile, and as a gesture of appreciation, I won't do my fun thing to you when you sleep tonight."
"Good enough."
Returning to her home away from home, Marianne made a grand entrance by punching through a garbage bag that covered the door hole to keep the early evening air outside. "James, you're licensed, it's driving time. Burner! We'll need some muscles. Grace! You broke it, so you're coming along!" Not hearing a response, she entered Joe's bedroom through its shut door.
She found Grace standing beside Joe's bed as he slept, lights out, just watching him. Marianne whispered, "Hey, Pervert, it's door fixing time."
Grace responded after a delay. "What?" She looked around as though she were surprised to be standing there. "I wa--you, whe--what do you want?"
Marianne ensnared Grace's upper body and pulled her gently through any potentially intervening matter on their way to the living room. A purple tint faded from Grace's body but Marianne did not let her loose. "Okay, boys and," twisting to face Grace, "you: time for a little road trip once we get that old door off of its hinges. I'm no good with a screwdriver unless it involves orange juice, so who wants to do the honors?"
With a quick phone call placed while James and Burner removed their ruined door, Grace enlisted Frankie to serve as a security guard while everyone was out and the home was an open house. Not that added security was likely necessary, but Frankie worked cheap--his fee was permission to make use of the entertainment center and all the hot dogs he could eat--and Grace felt a lot better about it than leaving Joe alone.
Mister Pearson's pick-up truck was not a particularly large model. Burner rode in its bed, as his height and horns conflicted with the cabin's roof. He recognized the path they followed. When Marianne told James where to stop, he was not sure if he was pulling up onto a driveway or just part of the lawn. The whole surface seemed a patchwork of overgrowth and bare spots.
Marianne sighed. "Ahhh, hovel sweet hovel. Well, time for you kids to get to work taking another door down. I'll go tell the vagrant what's what and get it opened up."
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The mismagius struggled to keep from laughing; it was too good of a chance to pass up. A lucario on the top floor was so out of it that not only did her aura sense not detect her, but it let Marianne pull free her bows' ribbons and use them to carefully blindfold her and tie her muzzle shut. She expected Alice to be confused and frustrated when she awoke, but when Marianne ticked her nose, Alice reacted with a constrained fury. Muffled completely by her bound mouth, Alice tried to scream while she clawed at the ribbon with futile effort for a moment, until she heard Marianne laughing. An adrenaline-powered reaction, the lucario unleashed an aura-sphere that went straight through Marianne and then straight through the window behind her, blasting away a storm shutter that would never again feel unable to decide between open and shut and also the glass pane that it enclosed. Alice fled, guided only by a now hyper-active aura sense down her stairs, slipping and skidding half-way down the first flight, and onward until a powerful entity blocked her path. It was a vaguely familiar pattern, and she remembered the last time she was blindfolded and sensed imposing aura before her. She was not a mere riolu this time, and unleashed another aura-sphere, blasting the monster out of her way. A different kind of entity appeared behind her suddenly. Alice readied to attack again but could not focus as a piercing waveform in her mind drove her to her knees. It did not relent until a great tension came away from her face. She could move her jaw again. Although the darkness was practically total, once she calmed down her sixth sense gained resolution and she began to identify the forms around her. She recognized Grace standing beside her. She recognized Burner, lying in a hallway, out cold. A short distance away, something shadowy: Marianne was floating through walls mumbling about knowing there was supposed to be a revival crystal stashed away somewhere.
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"I'm not going to say I'm sorry, because I'm not. It was going to be hilarious, if she didn't go berserk for no reason." Thus was the limit of help Marianne provided while a somewhat unsteady Burner and a somewhat dismayed Alice loaded the Rainiers' old new door into Mr. Pearson's truck and while Grace finished tightening the screws of the hinges on the new old door to a supposedly vacant building.
Alice spoke at hardly more than a whisper as she passed by the ghost. "It wasn't for no reason." She went inside and looked around for supplies.
Marianne shouted inside behind her. "No good reason. That's probably why you're as abandoned as this house! Got your master killed or something, and now you're a relic wishing to have a place to belong. Just like this house."
Burner moved toward the front porch while Grace approached Marianne, feeling herself a hair's breadth from attacking the ghost. "You mean to say, just like you."
Marianne smiled wide, her face becoming like a purple jack-o'-lantern, eyes glowing like flame, and mouth too, illuminated from below by the gems of her suddenly-glowing necklace. "Just like me."
Alice approached what was now her front door with a few short planks of weathered wood and a hammer of her very own. She started covering as much of its hole as she could and spoke between nails. "I didn't get him killed. He's--he's doing what he has to do to square things away and then he'll be back. And, I'm going to see him soon."
Burner handed her another board. "Is he coming here?"
"No, I did something to arrange a special visit someday." Her low tone returned to a near-whisper. "I know you want to ask but I don't want to talk about what I did."
James stood leaning against the truck's front left fender, smoking in silence. A fixed front door seemed to be the only good coming of this interaction. "Are we done here?"
Marianne floated into the truck cabin. "Here, yes. Now, we go to downtown up-town."
Burner heard, and ignored, James' exclamation, consoling Alice who was beginning to tear up. He reached across her back, beneath her antennae and gripped her left shoulder gently. "It was an accident, and it was her fault. It's also not the first time you've needed to knock sense into me."
She sniffed but smiled a little. "I'm afraid I might have knocked it back out of you."
"Burner, truck, now!"
Burner responded with a glottal cluck and turned back to Alice. "Get lots of rest. I'll come by tomorrow night. I have a surprise planned for you, but I need to go shopping to get it, so if I can't--"
"NOW!"
Alice poked him in his very sore chest. "If you can't, it's the thought that counts, anyway. Go, you bighearted oaf, don't make Da-da get mad." She waved goodbye to them with a fake grin that fell away as soon as three Rainiers, and one presumably Tavers--as Alice learned when investigating the attic--rode out of view. She went inside, collected from the floor her ribbons, trudged up her stairs, and turned on a faint lamp by which to see.
Feeling more herself with her bows tied again, she sat on her sleeping bag and gazed through the broken-out window, trying to think of what she might have that could cover its gaping hole, having spent the good wood on the door. Then, she started trying to think of why Marianne would do to her what she did. Then, she started trying not to think of a particular night long ago when she was blindfolded and bound. Then, she scooted into the corner of her room, pinning her pillow behind herself against it, drew the sleeping bag up over the legs she pulled tightly up to her chest, and cried alone.
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Title: A Night in the Tail Underground by Doctor Otter
Tags: No-Yiff
It was a peaceful night inside of the tavern known to all as the Tail Underground within the Land of Arca. A country that bans Tail Raising to a severe degree... The night was quiet and all inside the tavern were celebrating, for the Tail Underground, as it's name applies, is the only safe place for tail raisers to be. Suddenly, the peace is shattered by the quick swinging of the door to slam against the wall. All patrons turn to look as a young blue dragon stood dressed in ornate oriental armor holding up a young fox dressed in beautiful red silken garbs his Brown hair flowing down to his lower back. "Help!" he screamed as he dragged the young fox through the tavern, the fox's arm over the dragons shoulders, "Please help... we've traveled from across the desert to the east... my master... he's... he's collapsed in exhaustion, somebody help please!" The young arctic fox from behind the bar sprung into action, practically jumping over the bar to grab the fox's other arm and lead the two upstairs, "Quickly, to my room..." The two quickly lead the young fox up to the first room on the right, the tender's room, and lays the fox upon the bed gently. The Rest of the tavern, curious as to the scene all followed the three and watched them as the young dragon knelt next to the fox, praying to the gods he would be ok.
The Young Arctic Fox genly lays his paw over the dragon's shoulder and smiled, "he will be fine, let us return downstairs young dragon..." With that the young dragon left his master and went back downstairs back to the tavern. Everyone else slowly began returning back to their business. "So," said the young arctic fox, "what brings you to this lowly kingdom of Arca dragon?" The young dragon looked up to the fox at the bar and sighed, "I do appologize for the rude interuption, I am Feng from the Kingdom of Han-ma, my master who is upstairs, is Prince Xing, the soon to be emperor of Han-Ma... the only problem is we are at war to find who will be the next emperor of Han-Ma..." The Young fox looked at Feng with a concerned look, "I'm so sorry to hear that, I do hope your war goes ok..." Feng nodded softly, "That is why the prince and I came here... to ask of this country for aid in our war..." The young fox nodded, "dunno about that... Arca can be quite stubborn, but he's always interested in learning about new countries... so you never know..." the young fox said sliding a stein of ale to the young dragon. The Dragon shook his head gently, "I've no money to pay... er... I never caught your name..." he said as he pushed the Stein back. "Ian..." said the young Fox, pushing it back, "Sir Ian if you please... and... it's on the house..." The young Dragon bowed his head gently, "you are most gracious in our time of need, I know not of how I can repay you..." Ian smiled gently and looked to the young dragon, "don't you worry about payment, you were in need, and it is my duty to help..."
Ian then went back to his work of cleaning his glasses on the bar, "So tell me... what is Han-Ma like?" The Dragon smile, reminicing about his homeland the six years before the war began, "Han-Ma is a beautiful place, crystal clear lakes, wonderfully warm climate, beatiful sceanary, and the city structures are quite the marvel!" Ian smiled gently, "I see, sounds beautiful, how about your Prince? what are his views on running the country?" he asked out of curiousity. "The Prince?!" asked the young dragon, blinked a bit, finding it quite strange to be asked, as though he were being interogated. He blushed slightly and smiled, "Prince Xing is the most magnificent leader so far... he cares for his people, he loves them like any father would love their children... he creates plans that won't kill anyone..." Ian smiled, "I see... and what side is he on?" Feng looked to Ian, "He stands on the side of Ying, with the other fox of Xun, I am a Dragon of Shang, also on the side of Yin, our enemies are of the Yang coalition, they include the Tigers of Ping and the Wolves of Xiaou... The Phoenix of Ming on the other hand... remain neutral..." Ian looked to the young dragon and smiled softly, "You have a sence of pride working for you master... almost a love for it..." The dragon became rigid and looked at him sternly, "My service to the my lord, Prince Xing, is professional an nothing more Sir Ian..." Ian looked to the dragon, smiling, almost knowing the truth, "Are you sure about that... I sence a hint of love behind your words..." The Dragon quickly looked away, his blue scales turning red in embarrassment, "I... I... yes... yes I love him Sir Ian... I... I would give my life for that man..." Ian looked at him calmly and smiled, finally knowing the truth, "I see... well then Feng, tell me, what's the young Prince's stance on... Tail Raising?" he asked. The dragon looked at him confused, "Tail Raising?! what do you mean by that?" Ian looked to him, "Homosexuality..." he calmly said. Feng nodded, "ah, Prince Xing isn't a 'tail raiser' as you'd call it... but he does take men and women..." Ian smiled gently and looked past the young dragon, "so... how do YOU feel about the young prince..." Feng blushed at the question, and then looked over to him, "Prince Xing is a wonderful man... he's charming... handsome... I... I can't think of what I'd do if I were to fail him in my duty to protect him... I... I'd have no choice but to commit Hara-Kiri, just to see his smile again..." Ian smiled softly, "that's a little overboard but..."
At this point Feng finally realized that Ian's attention was diverted and slowly turned to see the young prince standing at the bottom of the stairwell. Feng in utter shock knelt down in front of the young prince, "P... Prince Xing... I had no idea you were awake... I..." The young prince gently silenced the dragon, allowing him to gently stand up and smiled, "you've no worries, I'm fine now my dear guard... and I am touched to know that you have feelings for me young Feng..." The young dragon blushed and looked up, "Thank you sir, it is an honor to serve." With that, the young prince looked to Ian and smiled, "How much will it be for a room?" he asked softly. Ian waved them upstairs and smiled, "on the house..." With that, the prince and his guard slowly disappeared up the stairs just as Ping, the panda bellhop came around down after attending to a guest, watching the two go upstairs, he stared in utter amazment at the young fox he passed as he pointed, "IAN!!!! tha... th th th th th th..." he stuttered, but Ian nodded, not seeming surprised, "I know Ting... I know..." | FSE |
Title: Behind The Shed
Tags: brother, sister, siblings, threesome, masturbate, fuck, orgy, facial, anal, cum
Chapter 1
"You're sure about this?" I asked hesitantly, crouching next to my younger sister behind our shed in the backyard.
"Positive," Bree said, fidgeting nervously next to me.
We were both eagerly watching and waiting. Our older sister, Marie, came around the corner just then, in her running outfit on the way back from her normal morning jog. She was a fitness buff, always had been. And her body showed it of course. She was the tallest of the three of us, with a very thin frame and long blonde hair. Her skin had a nice tan to it, from all the running she did. She was always outside it seemed, doing something to keep active.
"Here she comes," Bree whispered.
We were hidden from view, but could easily watch as Marie rounded the corner of our yard and ran into the backyard. She slowed her pace and came to a halt at the back patio, catching her breath and then stretching her legs after her two mile trek. I couldn't help but notice as she stretched that her body was really amazing. Even though she had a thin frame, she wasn't exactly lanky. Her butt especially was really toned and nicely shaped, and even though her breasts were small they seemed to fit her body very nicely. Overall, she was a very sexy young woman.
After stretching for a bit, she seemed to glance around to make sure no one was looking. Thankfully, Bree had suggested this particular spot because it wasn't very visible. There was a tree between us and the patio, and unless you were specifically looking past it, you wouldn't notice the shed or anyone hiding behind it. Marie went around to the side of the patio that was actually a bit closer to us now, and for some reason she leaned up against the house there and just waited for a moment.
I still wasn't sure what Bree had dragged me out here to see. She came to me the other day and said she wanted me to see something. She wouldn't tell me what it was, but she said I had to see it to believe it. Bree and I were a bit closer than either of us were to Marie, being as she was the oldest. Not that any of us didn't get along. Marie was two years older than me, and Bree and I were less than a year apart. I guess naturally we just seemed to have more in common. We had been in the same grade all through school even. Marie was the typical older sister, kind of bossy but also protective of us when we were younger.
"Don't say or do anything when it happens," Bree warned me.
"When what happens?" I asked.
"Sssshhh," was her only response.
I moved closer so I could see better, and ended up rubbing my crotch right up against Bree's shoulder. She didn't say anything, and I didn't think much of it because it wasn't like I was going to get aroused and start poking her. I was just trying to get a better view of whatever she was here to show me.
Marie started to rub at her stomach, and for a moment I thought maybe she was sick. But as I watched in disbelief, she starting to pulled down her running shorts right there in the yard and revealed to us both that she wasn't wearing anything beneath them. My mouth dropped open, but I kept quiet like Bree had said. What in the hell was Marie doing in our backyard out in the open?
"Just watch," Bree whispered. "It gets better."
Marie left her running shorts down around her knees, and even from this distance I could see that she shaved her pussy completely bare. I couldn't believe she would be so brave out in the open like this. Was she an exhibitionist or something? I kept glancing around, nervous for her that someone would be able to see her. But in the spot she had picked, none of the windows of our house were within view. And because of our trees in the backyard, none of the neighbors would be able to spot her either. She had found a spot in our yard that was completely invisible to anyone not standing near there. I guess since our parents were at work this time of day, and my sister and I were typically in school too, she wasn't worried about someone coming to catch her in this little sexual escapade of hers. But since Bree and I had already graduated this year, she either wasn't accounting for our presence or she figured we wouldn't be bothered to spy on her.
Somehow Bree had discovered what she was up to. I wondered how long this had been going on exactly. Marie closed her eyes and started rubbing at her pussy, taking her time and quite obviously enjoying herself. Once I got past the initial shock of it all, my fascination with the whole scene took over and I started to get aroused.
"Hey!" Bree hissed, nudging her shoulder against me. "Ew, Kevin. Gross!"
I had started to get hard in my shorts, and ended up poking her with my dick. I couldn't back off of her without making too much sound though, and neither of us wanted to be caught.
"Sorry, but I can't move now," I said. I was only a little embarrassed, since Bree had caught me masturbating before. A couple of times actually.
"Just, try not to hump me ok?"
We both sat there like that, watching as our big sister masturbated in the back yard in her own little private seclusion. Why didn't she just do that in the house, in the bathroom or her bedroom? She must get off on being outside, or maybe the thrill of being caught was part of it. I'm sure that thrill didn't include her siblings finding her like that. But it did make me wonder what other kinks she was into. I never thought of Marie even having sex. She rarely dated, and was usually so uptight about everything else that I just assumed she was a prude. I guess I was wrong.
I had to admit, it was odd that my erection was pressing up against Bree, and that she wasn't freaked out by it. I couldn't keep it from tensing up a few times, and I know she noticed it. But she didn't say anything, we just watched as our sister quietly masturbated for a few minutes until she whimpered and thrust her hips forward a bit, slowing her fingers on her clit and dropping her head down in pleasure. She really seemed to enjoy her climax, and rubbed at her mound slowly and firmly for a bit more as the feeling washed over her.
Wow, that was really hot! And thinking about Bree watching her at least one other time was also arousing, though I wasn't sure why. These were my sisters, after all. This kind of thing wasn't exactly proper.
Marie pulled her running shorts back up and dashed off into the house, as if those few minutes of sexual pleasure never happened. After she was gone, Bree looked up at me with a mischievous smile.
"So, what did you think?" she asked.
"I can't believe it!" I answered truthfully. "How often does she do this?"
Bree moved away from me a bit, finally withdrawing herself from my erection pressing against her. But she didn't say or do anything to suggest she was grossed out by it anymore. I was still tenting quite obviously between us still, but she pretended she didn't notice. At least, for the moment.
"She's done it the last three days," Bree said. "I caught her doing it last week, and I've been coming out here to watch ever since. I figured you'd wanna see it for yourself."
"I can't believe she does that," I said. I absently squeezed at my boner beneath my shorts, forgetting for a moment that my own sister was standing next to me. My mind was still on the scene we had just watched.
Bree glanced down to see me do it, and then giggled. "A little too much to handle, huh? Perv."
I blushed. "Hey, you're the one who's been spying on your own sister masturbating."
She nodded. "Yeah, I don't know why, but it's really hot. I'm not into girls or anything, and especially not Miss Perfect, but it's fun to know we have this on her, isn't it?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, but if she ever found out we were watching her, she'd freak."
"Oh, of course," Bree agreed. "I'd never tell her. Or anyone besides you. I'd suggest you don't tell anyone either, even your stupid friends."
I was still squeezing my boner through my shorts, feeling way more aroused than I should've been considering how inappropriate this all was. Or maybe, that was why I was so aroused. Bree just stared at me as I did it, and I couldn't look her in the eye. I wanted to move, but she was in my way.
"Are you..." she began. "You're gonna go jerk off, aren't you?"
I was so embarrassed, my erection should have been non-existent. But this whole situation was somehow really sexy, and I felt ashamed that my own sister was here to see it. Of course, was this any different than us spying on Marie playing with herself? The whole thing was really confusing, but apparently really hot.
"It's ok..." She seemed to hesitate to say the words, like she knew it was normal to masturbate but since this was her own brother she was talking to, it seemed wrong to admit it. "I mean, we all do it, right?"
I finally looked at her, and she seemed just as nervous as I was. But there was something else too. Something...perverse in her eyes. Her jaw cocked to the side just a bit, and I could tell something naughty was bouncing around in her head. I knew that look of hers, but had never associated it with sex before.
"What?" I asked.
She let a smile creep across her mouth, but was quick to hide it. "Uh, nothing. Just..."
"Just what?" Shifting the focus onto her seemed to ease my nervousness, and embarrassment.
Bree fidgeted, standing only a few inches from her aroused brother with his dick tenting out in his shorts. Her manner when she got like this, playful and devious, drove me wild. I only secretly admitted to myself that I was attracted to Bree. She was shorter than me, with reddish blonde hair and the cutest freckles dotting her button nose. When her full lips would purse into that devilish smile, it just got to me I guess. And her eyes would say more about what she was thinking than any other part of her, even that cute mouth.
And, her body was nothing to scoff at. She was thin like Marie, but with just a bit more curves to her. Marie was like a stretched out version of her, with less ass and chest. Bree had a nice set of C cups, more than decent for her tiny frame, and her butt was perfectly round and taut.
"Are you?" she repeated.
I just eyed her, cautious yet not entirely put off by the thought of telling my hot younger sister that I was going to go upstairs to my room and pull on my wiener until white stuff came out.
"Maybe," I said finally.
"Well, isn't turnabout fair play?" she said, with that sexy little grin.
"You want to watch me," I said, "because we watched Marie?"
She nodded, turning red but not averting her eyes from me. She waited, obviously teasing me. But for some reason, it made me want to show her up. And besides, she had seen my dick before.
"Fine, you little twerp." I yanked my shorts down and let my cock spring free.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't point and laugh or even get all embarrassed. Her smile faded and she just stared openly at my penis. I could tell that she was aroused by it, and that made it lurch.
"But you better give me a show too," I said.
Bree looked up at me finally, and then glanced around. "I don't know if I could do it here. I don't...get off the same way Marie does. I have to be laying down."
"Fine, but you owe me," I said, and grabbed my dick firmly.
So there we both stood, both of us watching my dick as I jerked it. Bree was positively entranced by the sight, and I found myself sneaking glances of her while I beat off. It was sexy, there was no doubt, to be doing this while a cute girl watched. And the memory of seeing Marie touching herself was still vivid in my memory. Both of those images seemed to get me there much sooner than I anticipated. I slowed in my movements, not wanting to bust right away.
"What?" Bree said, her voice raspy. "Why did you stop?"
I grunted. "I...was about to cum."
She looked up at me and shook her head. "Good, do it!"
I guess I was embarrassed about it, but it seemed silly considering. For some reason though, cumming in front of her seemed to add finality to this naughty act, and when it was all over we both might feel bad about it. The forbidden aspect of being brother and sister had spurred me on before, but now it hindered me from wanting to finish.
"Do you want to cum in my hands?" Bree asked.
I pictured jerking my big cock off into her little hands cupped and held out to catch my sperm. The mental picture was just too much, and I quickly beat myself off again. She took that as a yes, and held up her hands just as I pictured she would.
"Ugh!" I grunted, and felt my balls churn. I aimed my dick carefully, not wanting to shoot off all over her, and let it cum.
It didn't happen exactly as I had pictured, with my dick calmly spouting gentle streams of semen into a nice neat little puddle in Bree's palms. Instead, I exploded up her arm on the first shot, and the second tagged her t-shirt on the edge of her breast. The rest of my spewing was easier to maintain, but I fired off six or seven powerful spurts, and it felt better than anything I had ever felt before. Bree excitedly tried to keep from moving, even though I had painted her hands and arms. She just held them up, waiting for me to finish.
When I finally was, I lost all sense of embarrassment or shame. It was the opposite of what I had feared. Now that it was over, it felt good to be sharing this intimate part of myself with her. She smiled as she examined the mess I had made, and I squeezed my dick and sighed.
"Wow, you came a lot," she said.
"Yeah, sorry. I tried to keep it all in your hands."
"That's ok, it was so hot!" She seemed enthralled with my cum all over her.
"You better go wash up," I said, stuffing my still-hard penis back into my shorts.
She nodded. "Hey, um, how often do you do that?"
"Every day," I answered truthfully. "Why?"
"Well..." She seemed to be hesitating to ask what she really wanted to. "That was really cool, is all."
I could sense that she had been excited by this naughty little escapade. And maybe she would want to repeat it, I hoped.
"Want me to tell you when I do it again?" I ventured.
It could have been a risky question, if in fact she regretted all this. But my instincts hadn't failed me. She nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, is that ok? I mean, you liked it, right?"
"It was awesome," I assured her. "And you still owe me."
She really lit up at hearing that. "That's right! I do! I'll give you a great show later tonight, ok?"
Later tonight, our parents would be home and we wouldn't have much privacy. I couldn't just be seen going into her room and locking the door, or vice versa. They, and Marie too, would be suspicious.
"I don't know..." I was reluctant now, even though the thought made me stay hard in my shorts.
"Please!" Bree begged, like a little girl asking for candy. "We can wait until everyone is asleep."
"Ok, but we have to be careful."
She clapped her hands. "Thanks, Kevin!"
She trotted off, still covered in my cum, and went to get the hose. I just stood there for a moment, wondering if we could really get away with this. Staring at her cute little body as she washed herself made me forget most of my fears. And, there was still the matter of Marie. Bree and I could keep coming out here to watch her, and maybe I could even get off at the same time. Watching Marie and being watched by Bree was really hot to think about.
I quickly went inside to my room, where I took a cold shower to keep from jerking off again.
Chapter 2
That night couldn't come quick enough. Once everyone went to bed, I waited in my room until it was well after midnight. Then I tiptoed down the hallway to Bree's room and quietly opened her door. Her light was off, and it looked like she was asleep. But when I approached, I could see her turn her head toward me.
"Kevin?" she whispered.
"Hey." I closed the door behind me and approached her bed.
She sat up, looking excited even in the dark. "We have to be quiet, Marie will hear us through the wall."
My sisters shared a wall between them, and it just so happened that their beds were parallel too. Bree was right, if there was squeaking or lots of groans, Marie might hear.
"So, what are we gonna do then?" I asked.
Marie thought for a moment, biting her finger nervously. "Um, I promised you a show, so I guess I'll get naked."
It was dark but not too dark to see as Bree took her camisole off and then slid her pajama pants down past her ankles. Without hesitation, she had stripped completely naked before me, and I could see everything. I guess that was the point. Her tits looked awesome, better than I imagined they would. Her pussy wasn't bare like Marie's had been, but it was neatly trimmed.
"What should I do?" she asked, seeing me eyeing her body up and down and not trying to hide anything from me. She apparently liked that I was so attracted to her.
"Should we...do it together?" I asked, realizing I hadn't planned what to do before coming here.
"Sure." She seemed fine with that, eager actually. "Come sit next to me then."
I pulled my shorts off and joined her. We were both naked on her bed now, and even though it seemed a little weird, it was mostly just hot as hell. I was at full mast already, and Bree noticed. She eyed my dick, and her hand drifted down to her crotch.
"Go ahead," she encouraged. "Just do whatever you want."
I grabbed my dick and slowly started stroking it. It would have been better with the light on, but someone might notice. I had to settle for how it was right now, and even so it was hotter than anything I had ever seen online or in person.
Bree's tits bounced just a bit as she began rubbing her clit in a more purposeful motion. She didn't really start out slow like I was doing. She seemed to get right to business. Our legs were touching as we both laid there, eventually settling into our normal individual routines for this kind of thing and just doing what came natural. It felt really good to be this open with a girl, and to let her see this side of me. I had never ever masturbated in front of anyone, except for her earlier today. It was intimate in a strange way that seemed better because we were close siblings.
Bree climaxed very soon, long before I would even get close. She whined softly, and her hips came off the bed a bit. She humped into her hand and her eyes were closed tight as she rode it out. I kept stroking as I watched her, but it would be a good while longer before I was ready to blow. She relaxed and opened her eyes, sheepishly looking over at me but not missing a beat as she went right back to rubbing her cunt.
"That felt good," she breathed.
"It looked like it," I responded. "You cum quick."
"I was really horny," she admitted with a smile.
That seemed to get me off even more than the visuals of my cute sister masturbating. Knowing my cute sister got off on seeing me masturbate was really arousing. I jerked faster and gently rubbed under my balls as I did so.
"Where do you usually cum?" she asked me, more focused on me now than herself.
"On my stomach," I said, huffing a bit. "Depends on where I'm doing it."
"Where are all the places you've cum?" She was very interested now.
"On myself, a kleenex, trash bin, an old shirt, the toilet, the sink..." The list went on and on, but that seemed to be sufficient to satisfy her curiosity.
"Wow," she said, and she put two fingers into her pussy just then. "I can only cum when I'm stretched out and totally relaxed."
"You just need to practice," I said, really getting into my jacking.
She noticed, and she started grunting a bit as she fingered herself more urgently. We were both getting there, and knowing that only fueled us both.
"I...do it a lot," she said, starting to pant. "Almost every day."
"Mmm...well, maybe...uuuhh...you should try it in different places."
"Like where?" Her hips thrust upwards, like she was really close.
"Let's try it again tomorrow," I said, feeling my balls tighten. "We'll watch Marie, and do it behind the shed again."
She cried out just then, a bit too loud I thought, and climaxed again. I squinted as my dick started spewing all over myself. She noticed as her own orgasm finished, and she beamed brightly at seeing my torso covered in streams of white.
"That is so cool!" she whispered.
I smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief. That had felt good, even better than before. And, I came a lot even though I had drained myself already today. I just kept stroking, letting the good feelings trickle throughout my body. Bree absently rubbed her mound and stared at my dripping cock as I touched it.
"We need to do this again," I said. "Like, as often as possible."
"I agree," she chuckled. "It feels way better when someone watches you."
Suddenly, our legs touching seemed like it was too tempting, and I moved to get off the bed. I wasn't embarrassed or regretful, it just seemed like it would be easy to cross another line that we weren't ready to cross. Bree didn't object, and I think she just thought I was ready to go to bed.
"Thanks," she said. "Remember, eight o'clock tomorrow. Set your alarm."
"I will." I left her room and returned to my own, barely remembering to grab my discarded shorts on the way out.
I slept really well that night, but my dick was pointing at the ceiling the entire time.
Chapter 3
"Sssshhh," Bree hissed at me as I approached. "I think she's coming back already."
I hurried to hide with her behind the shed, and this time our bodies pressing up against each other didn't bother her. We quietly observed our older sister Marie return from her jog, just like yesterday, and find her secret little spot after stretching her legs.
I started to loosen my shorts, and Bree seemed amused.
"Already?" she whispered.
"Come on, you need to try it," I replied.
She was reluctant, but remembered what we had agreed. She would try to masturbate in places other than her bed. She reached into her own shorts and started fingering herself, though she left them pulled up.
We both watched as Marie did her usual routine, pulling her running shorts down to her knees and rubbing her slick cunt for a good few minutes before having a nice orgasm. This time though, she didn't seemed content with just one. Even though it had been obvious she had climaxed, she kept rubbing. From her reactions to her own fingers, I could tell she was more sensitive now. Maybe the second one would be even better.
"Oh my god," Bree whispered so quietly that I barely heard her. "She's so horny."
I grunted, and had to stop jerking myself to keep from spewing prematurely. Bree noticed, just like before, and this time took that to mean she needed to catch up. Either that, or the thought that I was close was getting her off even more.
She started grunting, making small sexual noises, until her hand suddenly stopped her frantic movements and slowed to a crawl. She seemed to have a hard time staying in place as she crouched beneath me, and I could finally see that she was having an orgasm.
I was proud of her, and simultaneously aroused to the point of no return. I started cumming, and wasn't entirely aware of where I was about to shoot. I splashed a stream of white across her hair accidentally, and managed to pivot to shoot the rest onto the side of the shed. I don't think Bree was even aware of what had happened, she was so lost in her own pleasure.
Marie finished getting to her own orgasm, again, and seemed satisfied now. She pulled her running shorts up, and my attention turned to Bree fully now. She was still crouched below me, but was feeling cautiously at her hair.
"Kevin!" she said. "Oh my god, really?"
"Sorry." I didn't bother to stuff my dick back in my shorts, and just watched as she tried to peel the stream of cum from her hair.
Realizing it was a lost cause, she yanked her t-shirt over her head, and to my surprise she had no bra on underneath. She was bare-chested and using the shirt to clean up the mess I had made. It must have looked really funny to see me with my dick hanging out, and her rubbing the shirt on her head with her tits hanging free.
Funny, or shocking. I could easily tell which one Marie thought it was, when she suddenly appeared right in front of us next to the shed with wide eyes.
"Kevin!" she exclaimed, then she turned to Bree. "Bree?!"
We both froze, and just stared back at Marie. She was still in her running outfit. She must have heard us before going inside. Crap, we were totally busted now. And we couldn't have been in a more awkward position.
"What the hell?" she yelled.
Bree quickly covered herself with her soiled shirt, and her hair was a comical mess. But no one was laughing right now.
"Uh, shit..." She stammered to explain. She kept glancing from Marie to me and back, but I had nothing to add. I was so dumbfounded I didn't even put my dick away. I just held it there, dripping a string of cum from the tip. It was obvious by the splatter next to me on the shed what I had just done.
"What are you two doing?" Marie demanded.
"We were..." Bree was really struggling to come up with something.
"Were you two spying on me?" Marie said, her voice full of shock and embarrassment.
We just stared back at her, our deer-in-the-headlights look answering her question. I suppose my dick and Bree's tits told the rest of the story. Maybe Marie thought we got so aroused by our voyeurism that we started in on each other. She probably wouldn't have guessed that we were just playing with ourselves and not touching each other at all. I felt like reassuring her that this would be the correct assumption.
"Yes, we were," came my response finally. Bree shot me a look.
Marie was flabbergasted. "I can't believe you two! Are you...having sex?"
Bree shook her head in protest. "No, Marie! Honest!"
I finally got the courage to pull my pants back up and face my older sister like a man.
"We didn't touch each other," I agreed. "We were spying on you, it's true. We just got so aroused by it that we couldn't help ourselves. It's my fault, Bree was just playing along."
Marie was so angry that she couldn't even get her words out right. She just shot another glaring look at Bree, and ran off into the house.
When it was just the two of us again, Bree gave me a look of terror.
"Do you think she'll tell Mom and Dad?" she asked me.
I shrugged. "If she does, then wouldn't she also have to tell them what she was doing?"
Bree seemed relieved at this realization. "Yeah, you're right. She wouldn't want them to know what little Miss Perfect does in the backyard."
She put her shirt back on, and I got a good look at her tits again before they were covered. Her shirt had a big stain across the arm now, where she had wiped at her hair.
"I'm...gonna take a shower," she said, and made to leave.
"Wait." I grabbed her arm to stop her. "What about...us? Are we ok?"
She smiled. "Yeah, don't worry. We probably won't be able to do this again, since I doubt Marie will ever be playing with herself in the backyard after this. But we can still play."
She winked at me, and ran off inside. I stayed there for a few moments, trying to compose myself. I wondered what was in store for us now with Marie...
Chapter 4
Dinner that night was, well, very awkward to say the least. Marie was fuming, but didn't say a word to anyone while we ate. Mom and Dad mostly talked between themselves, not involving us kids much in the conversation. Bree and I must have looked as guilty as we felt, and Marie was staring icy daggers into us both. But, like we had guessed, she didn't squeal on us. That would have meant squealing on herself, and as much as she probably wanted us both to suffer, she didn't want to look bad either.
Afterward, Bree and I went into the living room to watch TV, while Mom and Dad said something about going to bed early. That usually meant they were going to have sex, which we couldn't care less about really. Marie took this as her opportunity to confront us.
"Both of you," she said, standing between the kitchen and living room in her camisole and pajama pants. She must have changed clothes just moments ago, which was a bit strange. "In the basement, now."
Bree and I exchanged looks, and Marie didn't wait for us to respond. She turned and headed downstairs to the basement, and we were helpless to refuse her. Better to get this over with than to keep feeling guilty and avoid her.
We trotted off after our big sister and the three of us were now face to face in the basement. It was mostly finished, with carpet and an old couch and some bean bags. Best of all, it was the bottom of three levels in our house, with all the bedrooms upstairs, so it was totally private when Mom and Dad were upstairs getting it on.
Marie sat on the couch cross-legged, while Bree and I each took a bean bag chair. She eyed us carefully, but she seemed to have calmed down quite a bit. Neither Bree or I could look her in the eye, though.
"Ok, look," Marie began. "We all know that none of us should have been doing...that, outside in front of each other."
Bree sheepishly nodded, and I just sat there saying nothing.
"It was wrong of you two to spy on me," she continued, "and I'm very embarrassed to have been caught. But, I feel like since we all share some of the blame, we should just come clean, and I should explain why I was out there in the first place."
Bree seemed to light up a bit, and chanced looking up at her big sister. I just watched Bree, waiting for her to respond positively so I could then attempt to look Marie in the eye.
"We all...masturbate, right?" Marie asked, and waited for us both to respond. Bree nodded, and I did as well. "Good, there's nothing wrong with that. It's not a big deal that we all do it. It's a private matter, and it doesn't hurt anyone."
"Why were you doing it outside?" Bree blurted out, not waiting for Marie to finish her explanation.
Marie's nostrils flared, but she didn't lash out. "It's kind of embarrassing, but I guess I should explain so you don't think I'm a pervert or anything. A while ago, after my run, I came home and took a hot bath because I was so exhausted, more than usual because I went farther than I normally do. I started to...touch myself, and of course ended up...well, finishing the act. And I noticed that when I...ahem, arrived so to speak, it was better than normal. I just thought maybe it was the hot bath. So I took another one the next day, and...masturbated then too. But it didn't happen again."
It was bizarre to hear Marie talking about this, and saying those words. I found myself getting aroused, but I wasn't about to let either of my sisters see my shorts tenting.
"So," Marie continued, "the next time I did a particularly exhausting run, I took a shower and ended up using the shower head on...myself. And again, it was a really good...orgasm. Ahem. So I did the same thing the next day, including the run, and it was really good again. If my run wasn't very long, or if I didn't run at all, then my orgasms weren't as good. I realized that it must be the adrenalin from my intense runs that was making it so good. And the closer to the end of my runs I did...it, the better they seemed."
"So you're an adrenalin junkie," Bree said. I just kept quiet, but I was very interested.
"So to speak, I guess," Marie replied. "Lately, I've been trying to figure out when they are the most intense, and it does seem that right after my run they are really good. So I found a spot that I thought was private in the yard and I kept doing it."
"But, why do it outside?" I finally spoke up.
Marie seemed uncomfortable, but didn't dismiss my question. "Yes, well I suppose you deserve to know why I do that, even though I should just be mad at you both. But I guess I was just asking to get caught eventually. The truth is, I do find it kind of arousing to do that outside. I don't want to be caught, but the thrill is a little exciting. And when I'm really excited, mixed with the adrenalin, my orgasms are even better."
"We noticed," Bree said. "You did it twice in a row today."
Marie shot Bree a look, but again, how could she really be mad at us? She was the one who was acting deviantly. But Bree and I masturbating together while we spied on her, though, was a different matter. And one Marie chose to bring up finally.
"Now that I've explained myself," she said, crossing her arms, "now it's your turn. Both of you. What exactly is going on between you? I can't believe you'd both be masturbating together behind the shed unless there was already something going on."
Bree shook her head. "We aren't screwing, Marie. Honest."
Marie looked at me, waiting for me to agree. I nodded enthusiastically.
"It's true, we don't touch each other. We just masturbate."
Marie carefully eyed both of us, but seemed satisfied with our answer. She believed us, and now the tension in the air between all of us could clear.
"Fine, I believe you." She paused. "We've all walked in on you enough times, Kevin. And Bree, I know how horny you can be."
I was appalled that she had ever caught me, since I never knew it. I wondered how many times she had seen me jerking off. God knows I had done it in enough places around the house, with people home even.
"So, what now?" Marie asked us. "I don't think it's fair to say that none of us can masturbate anymore, obviously. I can find other ways to...experiment, but I don't want it being awkward every time I go for a run, with you two knowing what I'll be doing as soon as I get home."
"It's not a big deal, Marie," Bree said. "We don't care if you masturbate. Hell, all of us do it."
"Sometimes together, I gather," Marie countered.
Bree's eyes seemed to light up suddenly, as if she had just had an epiphany.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "Let's all do it together!"
For some reason, my eyes shot toward Marie and she was looking right back at me. We both blushed, and I was still rock hard in my shorts.
"I...don't think that's a good idea," Marie said.
"No, seriously!" Bree continued. "Marie, it feels sooo much better when you do it with other people. Imagine how good it would be after your run if we were all watching you, and doing it with you."
Marie actually seemed to ponder that thought. She did get off on the possibility of getting caught, which was really just a form of exhibitionism. And she could actually live that fantasy out by knowing we were watching her. As long as she wasn't put off by the incestuous overtones of all this. Bree was a horny little devil, so of course she didn't care. Marie was more mature and less spontaneous. It might be a stretch to-
"Ok, fine." Marie's simple statement caught me off guard.
"Yay!" Bree said, clapping her hands. "It'll be so much fun."
Now I wasn't hiding my erection anymore. I laid back as I processed what Marie was agreeing to, and ended up letting my tent out into their view. Marie's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. Bree looked over at where she was staring, and just kept smiling.
"He has a really big cock, Marie," Bree said. "And he cums a lot."
Marie just stared at me, and I didn't move to cover myself up. Why? At this point, we were basically all going to see each other naked and at our most vulnerable. There was no reason to hide from each other now.
"I'll take your word on that last part," Marie said, "but I can see the first part for myself."
I smiled, feeling like that was her way of paying me a compliment.
"Can we do it right now?" Bree asked, practically peeling her clothes off already.
Marie glanced up, picturing Mom and Dad upstairs. "I guess we could. They won't hear us down here."
Bree was naked in seconds, and Marie slowly pulled at her pajama pants. I didn't want her to feel awkward, so I discarded my clothes like it was no big deal. She was watching me the whole time, and when my cock came into view, she finally got her pants off and sat on the couch with just her camisole on. Bree and I waited for her to finish stripping, and she blushed deep. But, she was never one to back down. So she pulled her top over her head and set it aside. Now all three of us were naked together. A few feet apart, and not touching anyone but ourselves. We weren't doing anything "wrong" at this point, we probably all told ourselves.
"Do you just..." Marie seemed to have a hard time getting comfortable.
"Just do whatever you normally do," Bree said, and spread her legs shamelessly. "We've seen you do it already, so it's no big deal."
It wasn't until I started stroking that Marie finally reached for her crotch. But she was still sitting cross-legged, hiding her goods from our view. Bree was quick to catch on.
"No hiding," she scolded. "It's more exciting when the other person can see everything. Don't be embarrassed. We know you have an awesome body, and that you shave."
Normally all of those little details might have made Marie more embarrassed, but in this setting they seemed to help. I figured Bree knew what she was doing, and just kept quiet while I stroked off. Marie nodded and leaned back, spreading her legs and showing us both her pussy. It looked really nice, and I could even see her little butthole too. She really did have a good body, lean and sexy. I stared at her pretty much the whole time, even though both of them were staring at me mostly. Still, I caught Bree eyeing Marie for some of the time, making me wonder if she was into girls even just a little.
The three of us eventually worked ourselves into a huffing circle of rapidly moving arms. Marie really took off on herself once we were all doing it. None of us were ashamed of our bodies, and weren't embarrassed that other people were watching us do our most private act. I loved seeing both my sisters stare at my penis with a look of desire in their eyes. This was great, and I kept up a nice medium pace so as not to blow too early.
Bree was the first one to pop. She cried out and thrust her hips up off the bean bag, rubbing her mound firmly in circles. It was really hot to see her cum, and even Marie must have thought so, because she grimaced and looked to be ready to go herself. I really wanted her to have fun this first time, so I quickened my own pace and hurried myself to the edge so she could watch me spew. I groaned loudly, so they both knew what was happening, and then started to fire off while they watched.
It was really hot to have just Bree watch me cum, but having them both was even better. My balls tightened and drew up beneath my shaft, and semen shot out of the tip and tagged my chest on the first shot. I painted lines across my torso, seven or eight of them, before dribbling out the last bit into my belly button. I enjoyed it immensely, but was sure to watch Marie as she rubbed at her cunt while she stared on at the show.
Finally, her eyes closed tightly and she made a really sexy grunting sound that I didn't remember from before when we spied on her. She whimpered a lot like Bree, and threw her head back as her orgasm tore through her. She reached up with her free hand and grasped her breast, which I thought was the sexiest thing I had ever seen before. When it was over, she looked positively glowing and satisfied. Bree was still happily rubbing as she watched, but she wasn't trying to cum again. She was just enjoying herself.
"Awesome!" Bree said when it was obvious Marie was finished. "How was it?"
Marie had to catch her breath for a moment. "It was really good, I admit. You were right, watching and being watched make it better."
"Better than the adrenalin?" Bree asked, smiling.
"I don't know, we'll have to try." Marie smiled, especially at me. I think she really got off on seeing a nice big cock explode.
"We did it together last night too," Bree said. "If you ever want to join us..."
I nodded, hoping she would. "We don't do anything different, just masturbating."
She seemed to be thinking it over. The fact that we were all still naked, completely content and openly exposed to each other, seemed to help make it not so weird.
"Maybe," Marie said, still reluctant. "We'll see. I don't usually cum more than once a day."
"Really?" Bree seemed truly surprised. "Ever since I started watching you, I've been cumming at least twice. Sometimes three or four."
I couldn't believe Bree admitted to that, but it wasn't out of character. Like Marie had said, she was a horny little thing.
"I probably don't want to know how long you've been watching me," Marie said, reaching for her clothes. "But it doesn't bother me anymore, so it's fine. I guess I should be flattered."
"We really just liked watching," I said, hoping it would help. "You're so beautiful, especially when you're doing that."
She blushed, and winked back at me. "I would like to see more of that monstrous thing. Even if we don't do it every day, maybe we could try to do it together once in a while."
Bree nodded. "Yeah, that would be cool!"
I nodded too. "Definitely."
We ended up all getting ready for bed, and none of us did anything else together that night. I jerked off in bed but didn't cum. For some reason, I wanted to save it for my sisters. I planned on doing it as much as possible with them. I knew Bree would always make herself available. And I hoped Marie would be just as open. I couldn't imagine anything hotter than what had just happened tonight.
Then again, I also knew myself. And Bree. She was just as adventurous as me. Maybe, we could go even further...
Chapter 5
Things had...progressed, shall we say, since that first time behind the shed with Bree.
She was kneeling in front of me in my room, late at night after everyone else was asleep, and I was beating off furiously mere inches from her face. She was watching my hand move up and down my cock and licking her lips eagerly as she rubbed at her mound. She had already climaxed, but she usually went two or three times per session.
I grunted finally. "...Ok."
She closed her eyes and smiled dreamily, knowing what was about to happen. She kept rubbing her clit, but her focus was on my cock as I aimed it at her face. Within moments, I felt that wonderful tingling sensation in my balls as the cum started to flow up my shaft. Then with a sharp spike of pleasure, I released a torrent of semen across Bree's cute face, painting a thick line from her chin up to her forehead.
"Ugh..." I breathed as I kept releasing lines across her face. She just smiled, enjoying the feel of my warm sperm coating her cheeks and nose and mouth. I jerked the last few drops out over her chin, and even inadvertently touched her lips with the tip of my cock. Her tongue was so close to snaking out and licking me, but she held off going that far.
When I was finished spewing, I stepped back and admired the beauty of my sister's cum-covered features. I squeezed my cock and smiled.
"That was good," I said.
She opened her eyes, carefully at first so as not to get any cum in them, and then beamed at me.
"It's so fucking sexy," was her reply.
She furiously rubbed at her mound now, planning to get off one last time. She always did that, waiting until I had cum on her face or tits or anywhere on her body, and then having one last orgasm with that extra thrill. Her face contorted and she grimaced within moments, grinding her hips against her hand and enjoying the sensation of her climax while she rubbed at her clit.
I never got tired of watching her do that, and I absently jerked my cock while I observed. When she was done, she hopped to her feet and made to leave my room. She glanced back at me one last time.
"Thanks!" she said with a wink, and then went back to her own room.
I laid back on my bed and sighed, thinking about all that had happened since that first time my sisters and I had all masturbated together in the basement.
After that initial time, when all of us had agreed to do it together as often as possible, Bree and I were nice and reserved at first, for Marie's benefit. We didn't want our older sister to get too freaked out by anything, and just getting her to go along with it had been an accomplishment as far as I was concerned. But when it was just Bree and I, we were pretty wild.
Right off the bat, we thought it would be fun to still go behind the shed when Marie came back from her run. Of course now she knew we were there, "spying" on her. She didn't go to her little hiding place behind the house, she came right over to where we were waiting for her and joined us behind the shed. We all dropped our shorts down to our knees and started rubbing ourselves while we stood in a tight circle. There wasn't much space for all three of us to hide there, so we were bumping elbows and giggling to ourselves. Marie was sweaty and panting anyway, but Bree and I didn't care. It was truthfully a lot of fun, aside from the sexual satisfaction it would bring, to be naughty with each other like this.
Both of them pretty much stared at my cock the whole time, and I got to go back and forth between Bree's cute little bush and Marie's slick shaved cunt. Bree came first, as was becoming the norm, and I was second. I shot off on the ground in front of us as they watched excitedly. Like always, I came a lot. Marie was right behind me, and she groaned and rubbed her mound very slowly as she dragged her climax out.
"How was it?" Bree asked her, referring to her experiment with having an orgasm at the peak of her adrenalin.
Marie nodded. "Good. Really good. It's got me curious though."
"About what?" I asked. We all just stood there with our genitals still exposed, none of us in a hurry to hide our privates.
"Well, each time we add something exciting to our game, it gets better. So I'm wondering what else we can do now."
Bree smiled. "You mean, like first of all being watched, and then the adrenalin, and then doing it together?"
Marie nodded. "What else can we do to make it more exciting?"
"I can cum on you," I blurted out, probably a bit too excitedly.
Both of them seemed surprised, but they didn't object.
"That could be fun," Marie admitted.
Bree nodded enthusiastically. "I think I'd really like that."
"Not all the time," Marie said. "Maybe once in a while. It wouldn't be as exciting if you always came on us."
Bree didn't agree with that, I could tell, but she didn't say anything. I could just cum on her when I wasn't going to cum on Marie.
We all pulled our shorts up and went inside after that.
Later that night, we all ended up in the basement again towards the end of the evening. Marie hadn't been as into it as before. Maybe she was exhausted, or just not as horny as Bree and I. The two of us were eager to get into it. Marie mostly just watched us as we each masturbated. She was rubbing herself but not urgently. Bree, on the other hand, couldn't wait for me to cum on her for the first time.
"On my tits," she said, as she neared her own orgasm.
I nodded, and got close to her while I continued to jerk off. She really liked that I stood close to her, where she could get an even better view of my cock. Marie picked up the pace a little bit, finally working to her own climax with some energy. When I glanced over at her, I could see that her hand seemed to be deep in her crotch, and her legs were hiding her pussy from my view. It almost looked like she was reaching down to something else. I really wanted to see that.
"Marie," I said, getting her attention. "Let us see."
She spread her legs wider without hesitation, obeying my command. To my surprise, it was just what I had suspected. She was touching her ass! She rubbed the pad of her finger against her small pucker, alternating between it and her cunt. It was so hot, I felt the cum rising in me already.
For the first time in a while, I was the first to cum. I looked back to Bree just in time to spew across her chest, which was prominently sticking out to receive my load. Bree purred as I squirted all over her generous tits. Some of it dripped down to her stomach, and some of it dangled from the tips of her nipples. She came hard just as I finished squeezing the last of it out.
Marie was just as close behind, and cried out behind us on the couch as she peaked. We both turned to watch her stick her finger up into her ass to the first knuckle, and with her other hand she stroked her pussy while she rode it out.
"Marie!" Bree exclaimed, after she had finished. "You like it in the butt?"
Marie blushed, and nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I kinda do. Only once in a while though."
"That is fucking hot!" I said.
"Not as hot as you cumming on Bree," she replied. "I can't wait to feel you do that to me."
Chapter 6
After we had all gone to bed that night, I sat in bed completely awake while thinking about where I would cum on Marie. I probably could've jerked off again, but I didn't want to keep Marie up all night. She had seemed tired when we started up earlier in the basement.
The next day, Bree accompanied Marie on her run. Apparently she had been convinced by her older sister that the adrenalin rush was worth the effort. But Bree wasn't a seasoned runner like Marie was. They took forever coming back, and I waited patiently behind the shed for them.
After about an hour of waiting though, I got worried. I left the shed and waited on our front steps so I could see them even from a ways off. After a little while, I glimpsed two people far off, moving very slowly. Once they got closer, I could see Marie supporting Bree as she limped along. Crap, she had hurt herself.
I hurried to help them, and together Marie and I carried Bree into the house and upstairs to her bedroom. Bree had pulled something in her calf, apparently exerting herself too much trying to keep up with her big sister. Marie went to run a hot bath, and I stayed with Bree.
"God, that was stupid," Bree said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, bro."
I frowned. "What do you have to be sorry about? It was an accident."
She looked up at me, disappointed. "I ruined our fun behind the shed."
I chuckled. "Hey, don't worry about it. I can still jerk off without you, you know."
She smiled. "Hey, want to cum in the bath water for me?"
We both laughed, since obviously she was joking. But, it did get the wheels turning in my head. Marie came back and we helped Bree undress and then took her into the bathroom. After gently setting her into the hot water, Marie started taking her clothes off too.
"Uh, sorry," Bree said, "but there's not enough room in here for both of us. Besides, we're not four years old anymore."
"There's another shower in the house, dummy," she said, smiling down at her naked little sister. "I'll be back."
She trotted off completely nude downstairs to the other bathroom and we heard the shower turn on. Mom and Dad weren't home, so it was no big deal. Actually, it was kind of nice that Marie felt open enough to do that. We had all seen each other naked plenty by now.
"If you want bro, you can jerk off right here," Bree offered, settling into the tub and getting comfortable. "My leg hurts too bad for me to join you, but I don't mind if you wanna look at my body and do it."
"Thanks but..." It was a very nice offer, and she did look really nice all wet and shiny in the tub. I started to get hard, but somehow it seemed selfish to do that. Bree just looked at me, waiting for me to whip it out and start.
"It's ok," she said, softly. "It would be sexy."
I glanced behind me. "Marie will probably come back in a few minutes."
"You think she'll mind?" Bree asked, eyeing me with a smile. "I'll even let you cum on me."
I gave in and dropped my shorts.
"Get naked with me," Bree suggested.
I complied and stood next to the tub with my dick pointing straight out over her. I grabbed it and started wanking while she watched. She tried to rub at her pussy under the water, but I could tell by her face that her leg just hurt too much to enjoy it.
"Does it hurt bad?" I asked, still jacking off.
She nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I really want to do it with you, but I don't think I can."
I got an idea just then. I sat on the edge of the tub and got as close as possible to her, and resumed masturbating.
"Do you want me to rub your calf?" I offered.
"Um, sure!" Bree said, happy to let me do that.
I stopped jerking my dick and reached into the water as she lifted her leg a bit for me. I grabbed her calf and started working the muscle. She moaned as I did that, and her eyes closed.
"That feels really nice," she said.
My dick was still pointing straight up, but I didn't pay it any attention at the moment. I tried my best to make Bree feel better.
A few minutes later, Marie came back from her shower. Her hair was wet and she was naked, which made her look really sexy, even more than normal. Something about her tight, thin body really got me going. Even though I was usually a tits and ass guy.
"Aww," she said, when she saw what I was doing. "You're such a good brother."
I smiled. "Just trying to help."
Marie walked over and knelt next to me, and stroked Bree's forehead. "Feel better?"
Bree nodded. "Yeah, but there's no way I can cum."
Marie laughed. "Is that all you think about?"
Bree shrugged and got that devilish smile again. "What can I say?"
Marie also saw that my dick was rock hard, and that I was naked now just like them. It was kind of funny how we were all comfortable around each other in our nudity. We had never been this close before, but with all of the masturbation stuff we were doing it just seemed natural. And it felt really nice, especially that I could pop a boner and not only was it not a big deal, it was actually a good thing to them!
"Want me to rub her leg while you jerk off?" Marie offered.
I thought about it for a second. "You're not strong enough to get in deep. You really gotta work the muscles when they cramp up like this."
Marie shrugged. "Then I'm not going to masturbate either. It doesn't feel right, somehow."
"I really don't mind," Bree protested, even though she was pretty much helpless to do anything right now. "You guys don't have to stop for my benefit."
"You know..." I began, but had a really hard time actually saying what was on my mind.
"What?" Marie asked.
I eyed her body again as she knelt in front of me. Her cute little boobs looked really nice right now, and her nipples were poking out. Either she was cold, or more likely she was aroused. Bree would probably be willing to play along with anything I suggested, with the way she seemed to be sympathetic to her siblings' sexual needs.
"One of us could keep rubbing her leg to ease the pain," I said, "and the other person could..."
Marie's eyes widened, but Bree didn't understand.
"What?" she said. "What are you suggesting?"
Marie looked down at her little sister, and I could tell she was seriously mulling it over. There was a conflict in her mind as she considered what I had just suggested, and I could see her resolve melting.
"I guess so," she finally said. "I mean, it would make her feel better."
My dick lurched, but I kept my cool. I couldn't believe this was really going to escalate to us touching each other. My heart was beating faster now.
"What would make me feel better?" Bree insisted, glancing from me to Marie and back.
It might have been kinda rude to ignore her like this, but I didn't answer. Instead I lifted her leg higher, seemingly to give myself a better grip on her calf but really to expose her pussy to Marie. Also, by keeping my hands on Bree's legs, I was telling Marie which part of our naughty little plan I wanted her to perform. She seemed to catch on immediately.
She leaned close to Bree and stroked her face for a moment. "Relax, honey. We just want to make you feel better."
Bree still didn't understand, but she seemed to sense that something big was about to happen. She just swallowed and did as she was told.
For the next few minutes, I tried not to cum as I rubbed Bree's leg, and Marie rubbed her cunt. I wasn't even touching my dick, but I felt like I was on fire and about to explode. Bree's eyes were closed, and she was alternating between enjoying the calf rub and enjoying her sister masturbating her pussy for her. She could've been rubbing it herself really, but for some reason it had seemed logical that we should both be helping her, and this was how we could do it.
Marie knew what she was doing, too. More so than me, since she had a vagina herself. Marie gently ran her finger between Bree's pussy lips and even dipped it inside of her hole. Mostly though, she rubbed at Bree's clit and kept going in tight controlled circles. Finally, Bree's eyes shot open and she looked genuinely surprised.
"I'm going to cum!" she said excitedly, looking at both of us. "I'm so close..."
Marie eagerly kept it up, and even increased her pace a bit. I kept rubbing Bree's leg, but I had started to forget about it as I focused on her pussy. Bree started to grimace, and then she was thrusting her hips upward into her big sister's expert touch.
"Ugh!" she grunted. "Ugh, oh Marie...Oh..."
She came hard, and it looked heavenly. Marie's other hand was busy rubbing at her own pussy, and amazingly I watched as she climaxed right after Bree. It was so hot to see my sisters sharing an orgasm. I had to grit my teeth to keep my dick was spewing. After they both finished, they smiled at each other very lovingly, and then turned to me.
"Your turn," Marie said, and moved toward me.
I almost jumped back, because I didn't know what she was going to do. And thus far neither of them had touched me in a sexual way. Bree tried to sit up but now that I wasn't rubbing her leg, she winced and decided against it.
"Stroke him off onto my tits," she said. "I wanna be involved."
Marie reached for my throbbing erection and grasped it gently. Then she pulled at it to get me to move closer to Bree.
"Come here," Marie cooed, in a very soothing way.
I obeyed her, and without any further words from anyone she started to beat me off just above Bree. I had to stand and bend low, but I got my dick pointed right at my little sister. Her eyes were nearly glazed over with desire as she watched Marie jerk me off.
I had been so close, I knew this wouldn't last very long. I looked over at Marie and her slim naked body, and she smiled at me even though she was paying more attention to her technique. She must've given a handjob or two before, because she was really good at it. I tensed up, and she seemed to know what was about to happen.
"Ooh, come on," she encouraged me. "Right on her tits."
I squinted and thrust forward into Marie's tight grip, and felt my dick pulse and throb. A thick stream of cum shot out the tip and landed right on Bree's face, a little higher than we had planned. But the rest fell right onto her tits, splashing and pooling all over her. It felt so good to have my sister jerk me off, and it felt even better that I was cumming on my other sister's naked body.
Bree was on fire, I could tell. My cum on her skin had lit something in her. She licked her lips, and gently fingered the cum that had gotten on her face. Her eyes as she looked up at me said it all.
"That was awesome," she sighed.
Marie nodded, and squeezed the tip of my cock before letting go. "I can't wait till it's my turn."
I was in heaven, and I wasn't sure how this could get any better.
Chapter 7
For some reason, the three of us didn't get together for a couple of days after that "incident" in in the bathroom. It wasn't that we were avoiding each other, by any means. In fact, my relationship with my sisters seemed to be better than ever. Marie had usually ignored me mostly, and Bree and I weren't the type to be chatting with each other very much. But now, Bree was constantly around me, hanging out in my room or in the living room, and she seemed to want to talk endlessly with me about anything.
Marie seemed to perk up as well around me. We weren't just eyeing each others' bodies either, it was a warm and friendly type of demeanor. It was like the three of us were really good friends now. And we owed it all to something as silly as masturbating together.
Bree's leg healed up nicely, but she didn't go running with Marie for a few days. The day after she hurt herself, Marie didn't do her usual morning run because she had to do some errands with Mom. Bree had gone off to the lake with her friends, and of course Dad was at work, so I had the house to myself. I ended up sitting on my bed with my laptop, surfing porn and jerking off a nice big load into my stomach. I thought about Bree and Marie the entire time, though.
That night, no one came into my room and I didn't venture theirs either. It was kind of strange but it felt like there was this lull to our excitement of watching each other masturbate. I fell asleep before I could make sense of it. The next morning I slept in, and to my pleasant surprise I was awoken by Bree pouncing on top of me.
"Hey!" I said, pushing her off of me playfully.
"Wake up, lazy," Bree said, a very chipper tone to her voice this morning. "Everyone else is gone."
For some reason that clued me in to what she could possibly be wanting from me. Sure enough, when I finally rolled over and saw her, she was completely naked. That got my morning wood sprouting quite nicely. She just sat on the end of my bed, absolutely no shame or embarrassment at being naked with me.
"Where's Marie?" I asked, blatantly staring at her tits.
She shook them for my benefit and smiled. "She had to go do something for Mom cuz she was running late to work. She'll be back in a couple of hours."
I yawned and stretched, making my erection stand prominently underneath the covers. Bree pulled them aside, and when my penis came into view she licked her lips.
"You wanna go a round just the two of us?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be.
She nodded. "Yeah, I am really fucking horny."
This was old hat by now, so it was totally no big deal to be reaching for my cock to stroke it while Bree spread her legs and starting rubbing her pussy. Our legs were touching, which was even more exciting for me. I really liked this view because I could see everything about her. I could see that she was already very wet, and I could even see her cute little butthole every once in a while as she starting humping into her hand.
"What did you think about Marie touching her ass?" I asked, referring to our previous session in the basement.
Bree was huffing already, but spoke as if this was a casual thing to be talking and masturbating with her brother.
"It was pretty hot," she admitted, and then looked up at me instead of at my dick for a moment. "You want me to touch my ass for you?"
I could only nod, and my strokes got faster after hearing her say that. I watched as she opened her thighs even wider and gently separated her butt cheeks with each hand, first letting me see both her holes clearly. Then she licked her fingertip and touched it softly against her anal opening. She groaned quietly, and I wasn't sure if she was putting on a show for me or she was actually enjoying it.
"You like that?" she cooed, her voice raspy and sensual. "You want to cum on my little butthole?"
Oh my god, she was being so slutty I was going to lose it already. "Oh yeah!"
She scooted closer, raising her legs over mine and resting her calves on my hips. She positioned her cunt only inches from my cock, and if I really tried I could have probably touched the tip against her clit. But I wasn't sure she was ready for that. She was only trying to make it so I could aim and explode across her sexy body.
"Just keep stroking," she said, her eyes glued to my dick. "When you're ready, let it go all over me."
I stroked even faster, eager to watch my cum paint her cunt and her belly. But she had invited my to cum on her asshole, and in this position that seemed almost impossible.
"Can I...cum on your...I mean, your butthole...I can't..." I wasn't sure how to word it.
She nodded. "You're right, we want your cum on my ass, right? Ok, well see if you can get the tip right up against my hole when you cum."
That nearly sent me over the edge, but I held off by sheer desire to actually touch my cock against her sweet little asshole.
"So...I'm cumming...in your ass or on it?" I asked, genuinely confused in this state of arousal.
Bree's face lit up, and she got that devilish smile. "Ooh, you wanna cum in there? I'll let you. You can put the tip inside and let it squirt up in my ass. Oh god, that would be so hot!"
I spat on my fingers and rubbed it on the tip of my cock. I got it nice and wet, knowing I wouldn't need to stroke it very much longer before I blew. I leaned forward just a bit, and Bree lifted her ass off the bed just enough to get my pillow under her hips. She pulled her legs back and spread her ass for me nice and wide. It was obscene the way she was displaying herself for me, her own brother. And her tight little sphincter looked so delicious, I couldn't wait to do what she was asking of me.
"Do it, Kevin," she begged, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
"I don't even think I need to jerk off," I admitted. "I'll probably cum as soon as I get it in there."
She was excited by that thought, I could tell. She started playing with her clit again, and it only made the obscene display even more arousing. I aimed my cock down at her tight little hole, which would be stretching impossibly to fit my thick cock in mere seconds. I gently touched the tip against her hole, and she purred.
"This is so naughty," Bree said, raggedly. "Don't tell Marie we did this. It'll be our secret."
I smiled. That would actually be kind of fun. And maybe Marie and I would have our own secrets that Bree didn't know about.
I pushed softly, and her anus fought me for a moment. It didn't want to let my invading meat enter her tight passage. I was just going to put the tip in, it wasn't like I was going to actually fuck her ass or anything. I got more saliva on my dick, and my precum was also helping lube her up. This time when I pushed, her ass gave a little and I slipped in about an inch.
I just stared down at my cock head almost completely disappearing into my little sister's ass. Bree was going wild on her clit, making her ass clench. She pushed me right back out of her ass, but I was quick to get back inside. I slipped in about two inches this time. She groaned.
"Is that ok?" I asked, concerned that maybe I had hurt her.
She nodded. "Yeah, keep going. It feels really sexy. Oh god, Kevin, I think I like it in the butt..."
That did it, and I couldn't help but weakly thrust my hips forward as I came hard in Bree's butt. I slid in another inch and was not quite halfway inside of her when I exploded. I felt the sharp bursts of semen squirt into her butt, and I was lost in the pleasure of her tight ring clenching onto me as I came. I moaned as I emptied myself into Bree, and soon she joined me in climax. She cried out and her hand was a blur on her clit. We shared a wonderful orgasm together, for the first time actually joining our bodies. It felt so good, I wasn't sure I would be able to keep from repeating this in the near future.
I was still inside of her when it was over, and we were both panting. Bree was absently playing with herself still, and I really didn't want to leave her tight warm ass. We looked at each other finally, and I could tell Bree was still aroused.
"You want to...?" she asked.
I just nodded, knowing exactly what she was asking.
I pushed my cock further into her, and felt her ass split apart around me. Her hole was nice and slimy now, painted with my copious load of sperm. She gasped as I stretched her tiny little hole with my thick shaft. When I was all the way in finally, I just stayed there and tensed my dick as hard as I could. It felt really good to be inside of her, and it was the first ass I had ever fucked. Bree moaned and continued masturbating.
"It's really nice," she said with her eyes closed. "I think I can cum again."
"Do it," I said. "Want me to hold it here, or fuck you?"
She glanced at me only long enough to say, "Fuck me." Then she closed her eyes again and focused on her pussy.
I moved in and out of her slowly, gently even. Her ass was so tight I was afraid it might hurt her. I pulled my dick out of her ass just long enough to take in the sight of her abused little butthole leaking some of my cum, and then I pressed back into her. It felt so good, so right, to be fucking her, I almost forgot that this was my own sister and what we were doing was totally wrong.
She came, as promised, and a trickle of clear fluid seeped down from her cunt to my cock. She squirted! That really spurred me on, and I started fucking her harder. She looked up at me with a look of pure pleasure, a helpless and hungry look that told me she would take anything I could give her. I thrust into her ass like an animal whose only instinct was to fuck and claim what was mine.
I loved watching my dick disappear into her hole, and the way her pussy was clenching every time I slid back into her bowels. The forbidden nature of this act, aside from the incest, was really getting to me. I had cum only minutes earlier, but I was ready to go again.
"Inside?" I asked, barely able to get the words out through my pleasure.
She was huffing right along with me. "Yeah," she managed to say.
Finally, with an intense growl and a sharp thrust into her butt, I came hard again. My dick was so sensitive that it almost hurt when torrents of cum escaped my penis and filled her insides for the second time. I kept thrusting into her, pounding her ass and making it submit to me. Bree was whimpering now, maybe a bit from pain but ultimately she was simply submitting her body to me, letting me do whatever I wanted and getting off on the results.
When I finished firing off into her, I fell backward and slipped out of her ass. When I glanced down at her, still holding her legs spread apart in that position, her asshole was gaping wonderfully. My cum hadn't escaped her yet, she was holding it all inside of her like that.
"Oh, Kevin," she breathed. "I can't believe we did that."
Shit, was she regretting it?
"It was really nice," I said, and prepared to try to calm her and assure her everything would be ok between us.
"That was way better than masturbating," Bree said before I could. "Will you keep doing that to me?"
I could only smile and nod.
Chapter 8
That night, since I was very satisfied already from the anal extravaganza that Bree and I had enjoyed, I didn't bother to try to sneak into her room to play. I figured I would give her a break, and truthfully I wasn't sure I could perform.
But there was a soft tap on my door after everyone had gone to bed. The door opened and closed quickly, and I could only see the outline of a person approaching in the dark. When it got closer, I could barely make out Marie in her camisole and pajama pants.
"Marie?" I sat up in bed, squinting until my eyes adjusted.
"Hey," she said, and tiptoed right up to my bed. "Are you sleeping?"
"Obviously not," I answered. I was naked under the covers, but I wasn't exactly worried about her seeing me like this. "What's up?"
"Well..." She came and sat on the end of my bed, and I had a flashback of Bree sitting right there this morning. "It's just been a few days is all, and..."
I couldn't help but smile to myself, and to my surprise I started to get an erection.
"Yeah, I know," I replied. "You haven't gotten off by yourself?"
She shook her head. "I've been...saving it up, kinda."
"Why?"
She shrugged. "I dunno, I don't really enjoy it by myself as much as with you and Bree."
I didn't bother to ask why she didn't go to Bree first. I knew she liked cock better than pussy, after all. I pulled aside the covers to expose myself to her, and she smiled when my dick came into view.
"I already played with her earlier today," I said, holding back the details. "So I'm kinda spent, but I can try to keep up."
Marie pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She stood up on my bed and pulled her pants down, and when they got past her knees she started to get wobbly on the mattress and fell forward. She landed right on me, her hands bracing her against my chest but her stomach landing right on my boner. It didn't hurt, but the sudden connection was a bit awkward.
"Sorry," she said, fumbling to get off of me so she could finish undressing.
"Admit it, you enjoyed that," I joked.
She seemed to wink at me, or at least that's what it looked like in the dark. "Maybe."
"Hey, remember how you said you liked it in the butt?" I asked boldly. I honestly wasn't sure where I was going with this, but it seemed logical to try to proceed that way with her like I had with Bree.
"Yeah, so?"
"Do you wanna do some butt stuff with me?"
There was a short silence as she considered what I might be asking of her. Maybe she wondered if I meant for her to touch herself, or rather for us to touch each other. By the slim chance that she would actually agree to the latter, I didn't say anything else.
"What did you have in mind?" she finally asked.
"I dunno. But if it's something you like, we should do it."
"Kevin..." She raised up onto her knees, and I could make out her small tits quite clearly. "You know we can't...have sex, right?"
I shrugged. "Hey, that wasn't what I was suggesting."
"I mean," she corrected herself, "we can't do anything that involves you cumming inside of me. Inside my pussy, that is."
I tried to hide my excitement as her words revealed to me that she may be up for something more than just touching ourselves. But I played it cool.
"I don't intend to do that," I assured her. "But...Bree and I...we've kinda taken it a bit farther already."
I hadn't meant to share that much with Marie, but it seemed like it would be in my favor to get a bit of a rivalry going between my two sisters. I knew Marie was competitive like that, always trying to best her little sister in anything they both tried.
Marie leaned forward a bit, and I felt her inner thighs on the top of my leg. She practically hovered over me, getting closer in some sort of sensual gesture like she was having a hard time keeping herself from pouncing on me. That had to be a good sign.
"What did you two do, exactly?" she asked, and her voice was already raspy.
I grabbed my dick and started stroking. "She let me put the tip in her ass and I came there. Twice, actually."
Suddenly I felt Marie's fingers on the hand that was stroking my cock. She moved them further down and pushed my own fingers out of the way so she could grab my erection and gently touch it. I groaned as I felt her feminine grasp on my penis.
"You two are fucking perverse," she said, in a sexual whisper that dripped with desire. "I can't let you two get away with that, without getting a piece myself."
My dick lurched in her hand. "You really want me to put it in your ass too?"
Her face was right in front of mine, and she was jerking my cock right up against her cunt. I could feel the tip brush against her slick bare vagina as she pulled on it.
She whispered in my ear, "I love getting fucked in the ass."
I could not have wanted her any more than I did at that moment. I thought she was going to kiss me, the way her cheek dragged along mine as she moved back to a sitting position. To my surprise, Marie crouched down and lowered her face to my crotch. I was in heaven as I felt the warmth of her breath and the lovely wetness of her mouth on my penis. Her tongue snaked out and licked at it first before she sucked the shaft down into her throat. In only a few movements, she had buried me in her face. Her nose touched my stomach just below my belly button.
I groaned heavily, and for the next few minutes I was amazed at how good a person could feel. It wasn't just the pleasure of her mouth and tongue working against my cock, licking and sucking at it and coating it with saliva. It was the reality that this was my older sister doing this to me, and wanting to do it more than any girl has ever wanted to before.
"Do you like that I'm sucking your cock," she said, "after it's been in Bree's ass?"
My god, I hadn't even thought of that! She was right, she was sucking the same penis that had invaded Bree's naughty little anus and filled it to the brim with hot cum. I grunted as she throated me again, and I felt her fingers graze under my balls to stroke me there in that wonderful place.
"Now you want my ass, right?" she asked, though she didn't need to.
She sat up and hovered herself over me, not letting me move even an inch. She positioned her hips over mine, and aimed my dick straight up. I watched, and felt, as Marie sank her ass onto my cock, letting it slide up into her tight butthole and go deep into her bowels. She moaned as she did this, rubbing her pussy as well but focusing on getting me inside of her ass.
"Oh, Marie..." I couldn't even say anything as she did this, it felt so good. I was now fucking the second ass I had ever fucked, and in the same day that I had my first.
After I was deep inside of her, and I could feel her body resting on mine, Marie started to masturbate. She rubbed her clit softly at first, gently grinding her hips on me and letting her ass undulate on my cock. She sped up her movements until she was panting and rubbing her cunt hard, pawing at it hungrily. This was the best sex I had ever had, and fortunately I wasn't about to cum too soon. I could thoroughly enjoy it for as long as I could endure.
She cried out as she climaxed on me, and her ass clenching on me as her pussy convulsed made me almost lose it. Just like Bree, to my delight, Marie squirted a small stream of clear liquid onto my stomach. God, that was so sexy, feeling the warmth of it spread across my belly. My bed would be a mess, but I couldn't care less right now.
"God, Kevin!" she exclaimed. "I can't stop cumming!"
I grabbed her hips and held her down onto me. She mashed her ass onto my cock, as if she was trying to stuff more and more of it inside herself. I felt like I was reaching up into her gut with my cock. The inside of her ass was rubbing me so wonderfully, just slightly different than a pussy would. It reminded me how naughty and forbidden this was, and how good it was going to feel to let my cum paint her insides. I remembered how Bree's ass had looked after I plowed it, all stretched out and gaping. Seeing my cum run out of her abused little hole was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and picturing Marie's ass doing the same finally sent me over the edge.
I threw my head back and let out a loud groan as I spewed up into Marie's butt. She smiled as she felt me tense up and lurch inside of her, and I came with enough force that she probably felt it squirting around in her bowels. She clenched her ass as hard as she could around my dick, and just held onto me as I enjoyed her body.
I collapsed back onto my bed, and Marie stayed on top of me. She wasn't going to let my dick escape her tight ass. She gently stroked my chest as I caught my breath. I pawed at her tits in return. It felt like we had crossed a barrier that even Bree and I hadn't crossed yet.
"How was it?" Marie asked finally.
"It was the best thing I've ever experienced," I answered truthfully.
She giggled. "Better than Bree's ass?"
"More intense," I said. "We didn't really get this much into it when we did it. It was more...innocent."
Marie slowly lifted off of me, looking down at where we were joined. We both watched as her asshole dragged up my shaft and finally my cock head popped out of her. Cum followed, trailing all over my dick in a filthy display of what we had just done.
"I guess I did suck your dick too," she said. "We really did have sex, pretty much. Anal sex, but still sex."
I nodded. "Then why doesn't it feel wrong? Why don't I feel guilty?"
She leaned back and rested on her elbows. "Because you're naughty."
I smiled. "Do you think we'll do this again?"
She rubbed her pussy thinking about the question. "Hell yes."
I sighed and stretched. This was the best day ever. And this whole sordid sexual adventure with my sisters wasn't over by a long shot.
Chapter 9
Despite the fact that I had fucked both my sisters in the ass, we didn't just skip out on the fun behind the shed. The next morning, Marie went out for a run and Bree and I were excited to be waiting for her in our usual spot. Bree's leg was still a bit sore from her injury, so she couldn't run with her sister. But she could walk just fine, and thus would be able to service herself this morning without needing Marie and I to do it for her.
"Did you really fuck Marie in the ass too?" Bree asked me as we both waited for Marie to get back.
I nodded. "You're not mad, are you?"
I honestly thought she might be, since she seemed to want to keep the anal sex a secret between just the two of us. Our relationship was different now, for sure. But it wasn't like we were dating or in love. We were just sex partners now, as were Marie and I.
"No, I'm not mad," Bree replied. "I thought it would just be more fun to keep it between us. But it's kind of hot to think that you've had your dick in both of us. And in our butts."
Bree giggled after hearing herself say that last part. I just smiled. Marie probably had another few minutes before she was finished with her run, and I was feeling especially bold now that I had been so intimate with both of them. I reached for Bree's breasts and grabbed one of her tits through her shirt. She looked flushed but didn't object.
"Oh I see," she smiled. "You think feels are free now?"
She responded by grabbing my dick through my shorts, which was starting to get very hard now. She squeezed it while I squeezed her full tit. I got ever braver and stuck my hand down her shorts where I felt her neatly trimmed pussy starting to get wet. Bree gasped this time, since I had never touched her down there before. But she wasn't stopping me, so I didn't withdraw my hand from her shorts.
"You're being bad," she whispered, as if anyone was around to hear us.
"I can't help it," I said, groaning as she reacted by reaching into my shorts and jerking on my cock. "I'm so fucking horny right now."
"I have an idea," Bree said, still jerking me off. "When you blow your load, try to squirt it on Marie. Try to hit her cunt."
I liked that mental image, and I'm sure Marie would find it sexy even though it might be shocking at first. Now that we had crossed so many barriers, I wasn't sure anything I tried to do with them would be met with rejection. I felt like I could just bend Bree over right now and plow her pussy. I couldn't cum in her though, that was definitely the one barrier that still existed. But as long as I pulled out...
My thought process was interrupted by the rustling of Marie running through the backyard and over to where we were waiting for her. She was panting and sweating, looking especially drained from her run.
"Sorry," she said, seeing our hands all over each other but not batting an eye. "I really pushed myself today, just wanted to get my adrenalin going."
"Ready?" I asked, pulled my shorts down.
My two sisters did the same, and we were once again facing each other in a circle behind the shed. My dried cum stain was still visible on the face of the wood, which was sexy in my mind. It was evidence of what we were doing, and if anyone saw it they wouldn't think twice that it wasn't just a typical weather stain.
The three of us started to masturbate. Bree was being careful with her pussy, apparently so aroused that she was ready to burst at any moment. She was purposely going slow to avoid climaxing too soon. Marie was harder on her cunt, rubbing it fiercely and trying to force the pleasure out of it. She must be trying to get there while her heart was still pumping to take advantage of the adrenalin that made her orgasms so nice. I stroked rather absently, at a nice medium pace so I could enjoy watching both of them.
Marie was suddenly climaxing, after only a few minutes. Bree shot a look at me, at the same time speeding up her own pace to match her sister's. I stroked faster as well, remembering that Bree wanted me to shoot off onto Marie's bare cunt. It would be tough to get it on her pussy and not her hand that was in the way busily rubbing at her mound. Marie closed her eyes and savored the feeling of her orgasm, while Bree started whimpering as her own started.
I watched my two sisters in various stages of climax, and felt the stirrings in my balls as my own orgasm was now available whenever I needed it to happen. I nodded to Bree, and she peaked as she realized I was about to cum. Marie was distracted by her sister's noises, and I could have sworn she looked turned on by them, so it was the perfect opportunity to step even closer to her and aim my cock at her stomach. I grunted and fired off a nice thick shot that sailed through the air and splashed right at her belly button.
It was a bit too high, and Marie's shocked look was a bit distracting, but I managed to get the rest of my load to land right on her mound. The first shot in her belly button oozed down and joined with the rest of it at her pussy lips. Bree lost it again and came a second time when she saw the mess I had made of Marie. Marie seemed truly surprised, but she thrust her hips forward a bit to allow me better access once she realized what I was trying to accomplish. She let me finish cumming on her, and when I was finished squeezing the last drops out she held herself like that for everyone to see.
"You pervert," she smiled at me. "You were both planning that, weren't you?"
I nodded, still holding my dick. Bree was panting now after two quick orgasms.
"I thought it would be sexy," I replied. "Thanks for letting me do it."
Marie gently touched my semen painting her skin, and rubbed it around a bit. "I suppose you told Bree about us?"
I glanced to Bree, who only smiled. "Yeah, I did."
Marie scooped some of my cum into her hand and playfully rubbed it on Bree's cheek, making her squeal. WIth their shorts still down around their knees, they chased each other in the small space behind the shed, trying to smear my cum on each other.
"I think we should just forget any pretense of privacy," Marie said when they were finished, "and start fucking together."
We were all pulling our shorts up, and I froze in place. "What?"
Bree clapped her hands together excitedly. "Oh, Marie, that sounds wonderful. I would even try eating your pussy if you wanted me to."
"Well, I didn't mean that exactly," Marie said, taken aback by her sister's lesbianistic offer. "But we'll just have to see how it goes. I think it would be more exciting to do it together, just like when we masturbate together."
I couldn't believe my luck, and my dick was still rock hard. It tented obscenely through my shorts. Marie and Bree both laughed at it.
"Didn't you get enough?" Bree asked, playfully swatting at it.
"Sorry, thinking of having a threesome is kind of hot," I replied.
Marie winked at me. "I guess I had a good idea, then?"
"How are we going to pull that off?" Bree asked. "After everyone goes to bed? In the basement?"
Marie straightened her running shorts, and wiped at the semen on her stomach like it was no big deal. "Yeah, we'll have to do it down there just in case they hear something in our bedrooms. It would be really hard to explain why all three of us are naked together."
"I can't wait!" Bree said excitedly.
We all went back into the house to clean up.
Chapter 10
So there we sat, in the basement after Mom and Dad had gone to bed. We told them we were going to play a game and then go to bed, which wasn't completely uncommon. And not completely a lie, either...
We were all in our pajamas, both Marie and Bree in their camisoles and me in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. We absently talked and joked for a little while, listening to the sounds of our parents walking around upstairs. Once it was silent and we were sure they were in bed, the tension in the air rose to an almost uncomfortable level.
We kept talking, maybe all a little nervous about what was about to happen. We shouldn't have been, because it was going to feel great and wasn't exactly foreign to us. I hadn't been in either of their pussies yet, but I had cum in their butts already. We had seen each other naked and at our most vulnerable many times already. I was rock hard the whole time, and Bree was fidgeting anxiously. Marie was on the couch, just like that first time she had confronted us about watching her behind the shed. Bree and I each took one of the bean bag cushions just like before too.
Finally, when there was a break in the conversation, we just kinda glanced at each other, waiting for someone to take the lead. Marie was usually the one to do it, but even she was reticent it seemed. Bree couldn't take the silence for very long though.
"So," she blurted, "what should we do first? Blowjob?"
Marie looked at me and blushed, probably imaging how she had already sucked my dick once. I just smiled at her, hoping she would agree to that.
"Ok, but we should try doing everything together," Marie replied. "That includes giving Kevin a blowjob."
Bree was beaming wide, eager to suck my dick it seemed. I was glad, but getting a double blowjob from my hot sisters was a little too surreal. I almost felt dizzy at the prospect.
"Come on," Marie said, getting off the couch and crawling toward me. "It ain't gonna suck itself."
Bree laughed and also crawled over to me. Without saying a word, I watched my sisters peel my sweatpants off and toss them aside, then situate themselves comfortably so they could both reach my sprouting cock. I groaned as I felt one of them start licking the underside of my shaft while the other one grazed my balls with her tongue. My head fell back and my eyes closed, even though I really wanted to watch this happen. But as long as no one freaked out, this would be happening many, many times more in the future. I would get my chance. Right now, I just had to fight back my orgasm and try to enjoy it at the same time.
"We're not stupid," Marie said, taking her mouth off my cock to speak. "We can tell you're close. You're pulsing, for god's sake."
"We'll keep sucking you even if you cum, ok?" Bree said, her mouth muffled a bit by my balls.
Fuck, that was almost too much to hear! I gritted my teeth and finally looked down at my beautiful sisters sucking on me. Marie and Bree alternated between stuffing my cock as far into their throat as it would go while the other one sucked on my nuts and licked my taint. This was going to be over embarrassingly soon, but at least it would feel awesome. When they happened to touch their lips together while trying to alternate their oral skills, I finally lost it.
I groaned and my eyes squinted as the semen rushed forth from deep inside of me. In a powerful explosion of released tension, my cum erupted from the tip of my cock and spewed all over. All over me, Marie and Bree. Marie was licking my taint hungrily when it happened, so she mostly avoided the mess. But Bree was rubbing her lips and tongue up and down my shaft, she her mouth and cheeks and forehead took a lot of the load. She was positively a mess when it was all over.
To my surprise, they were true to their word. They kept sucking and licking all over my groin, ignoring the cum that soiled me and them. They were like starving animals, and I was enjoying the results of their hunger immensely. I finally came down from the pleasure of my orgasm and just enjoyed the relaxing feel of them blowing me. It was the nicest thing I had ever felt thus far, even better than fucking their assholes and cumming deep inside of them.
"Ok," Marie said, withdrawing her face while Bree kept sucking on me. "Enough for him now. We need to get some."
Bree nodded, giving my balls a last kiss. Her face was a mess but no one cared. She didn't try to wipe a single drop away. We were all in a haze of sexual lust right now.
"Can we 69?" Bree said to her big sister. "I've always wanted to try that."
Marie raised an eyebrow. "Are you..."
Bree wasn't shy about admitting anything right now. "I like girls too, ok? At least, I wanna try eating a pussy. I might not get a chance unless you let me eat yours."
"You're assuming I want to eat your pussy," Marie countered.
Bree's pleading eyes were begging Marie to try it out. "Please? Please, Marie?"
"Come on," I said, trying to encourage Marie to do it. Of course, it was for my own selfish and voyeuristic desires. "I need to get hard again to fuck you both, and watching will get me there for sure."
She looked down at my dick, which was still completely hard, but didn't object. She finally gave in and nodded.
"Ok, I'll do it." She sighed. "I've never done anything with a girl before, but it doesn't seem the same if it's with my own sister."
"Exactly!" Bree said, stripping naked and sprawling back with her legs spread. "You can be on top if you want."
Marie got naked too, and carefully got on top of Bree. It was comical to watch them negotiate the positioning of their bodies, but once they were in place, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Bree was ready to dive into Marie's smooth pussy, but Marie seemed hesitant to make physical contact with the neatly trimmed cunt only inches from her mouth. They both stared at the other's pussy for a moment.
"Come on, Marie," I said. "You said you would."
"I will," she said. "I'm just admiring how pretty your pussy is, Bree."
Bree took that as the sign, and immediately she latched her tongue onto Marie's clit.
For the next few minutes, I was in absolute heaven. It was like every teenager's masturbatory fantasy, watching two girls, much less my own sisters, lezzing out on each other in horny abandon. Bree was especially wild, slurping on Marie's perfect cunt and wrenching the orgasm from it. She barely made a sound, but Marie was whimpering and moaning the entire time. The first time Bree made her cum, her energy seemed to spike and suddenly she was trying to be just as eager on Bree's pussy. Bree finally thrashed a bit and came quite intensely as well.
They kept going on each other, licking and sucking and slurping and tasting. I just watched and jerked my cock. I could have cum to this, but I held off because I knew something better was only moments away. Still, it was majestic to watch two sexy girls who knew how to please their own bodies use those same techniques and skills on each other.
Each girl came twice, and then they were finally ready to fuck. I approached with my rock hard erection in hand, and waited for them to decide who went first.
"Can you last for a little while?" Marie asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, at least for a few minutes each."
"You should fuck Bree first," she said.
Bree was excited, but also curious. "Why?"
Marie smiled at her. "You're not on the pill yet, are you? I am."
I realized that she was saying I was going to get to cum in her pussy. My dick lurched in my fist, and my balls rose up into me a bit. Shit, maybe I wouldn't last...
"That's not fair," Bree said with a frown, even though she was spreading her pussy lips erotically for me. "I want his cum in my pussy too."
"Tell Mom," Marie said. "Well, not that. Just that you want to get on the pill."
Bree sighed. "I guess my ass will have to do if I want it inside me."
"I'll cum wherever you want me to," I told Bree as I knelt over her. I aimed my cock right at her cunt. "Right now, just let me fuck that sweet little hole."
Bree cooed as I touched the tip at her entrance, and slowly invaded her wet pussy. I stretched her a lot, almost as much as I had stretched her asshole, as I worked my way up into her. She groaned as I bottomed out and held me tight against her. Marie was right beside us, encouraging us and gently touching both of us.
It was strangely erotic to have someone else present during sex. I had always thought it might be embarrassing, or even boring for the person who wasn't getting dicked. The hardest part was keeping my orgasm at bay, especially as Marie gently stroked my balls from behind when I was deep inside of Bree, or when I watched them kiss passionately. If Marie hadn't been into girls before, she was definitely open to it now. When she was kissing Bree and her hand snaked down to touch her sister's pussy as it was getting fucked, I felt the impending explosion.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, and pulled out of Bree.
"All over her," Marie said without hesitation, as if she was waiting for me to burst.
I grunted and came hard. I fired thick bursts of semen across Bree's naked body, splashing it onto her stomach, chest, neck, face, everywhere. I couldn't believe how much I was producing, considering how soon it had been since my last orgasm. But it was all there, waiting to be released onto my sexy little sister. After I finished, Marie was licking at Bree's tits where I had painted them.
"I'm sorry, Marie," I apologized. "I tried to hold out, I really did."
She broke her kiss with Bree and leaned forward to kiss me instead. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and intertwined with mine, to my surprise. I hadn't expected to be kissing either one of them during this sexual adventure, but it felt good to be doing it.
"It's ok," she reassured me. "We're not going anywhere. As long as it takes, you're going to keep fucking both of us until you're ready to cum. And it's going to be inside my pussy."
I pawed at Marie's cute little tits while Bree masturbated below us. She was rubbing my cum into her skin with her other hand. Marie reached for my dick and started to jerk it, oblivious to the slimy mess of combined fluids that was soiling it. It felt good when she did that, even though I was a bit sensitive right now. She kissed me again, and kept jerking me off like that just above our sister.
"How about if he fucks our asses?" Bree offered, watching us kiss and touch each other. "That should get him ready."
Marie smiled, and winked at me. "Sounds like a plan."
I nearly fainted from the mental image of what we were about to do. I couldn't believe my own sisters wanted me to fuck the life out of them like this. But here we were, doing just that, with no end in sight.
Marie bent over and spread her ass for me, exposing her tight little sphincter. She turned her head to looked back at me while she did that.
"Do you think you can manage that?" she asked.
I looked down at my cock, still hard for some strange reason, and nodded.
"I can certainly try."
To be continued... | literotica |
Title: Change for the stranger by Voldine2
Tags: Anal, Bad Language, Bizarre, Centaur, Fisting, Gender Shifting, Hermaphrodite, Human, M/F, Mindlink
Shiftworld: Change for the stranger.
January 14th was a normal Friday night for most of the world in the year 2000, but nobody knew that everything would change within the space of a few hours, and the normal laws of the universe would become almost completely irrelevant. Suffice to say that George and Holly HUbbard were likely not the only couple struck by a rather specific and fundamental alteration on the first known night of paranormal activity.
George had been trying for over a year now to get Holly to change her stance on certain forms of sex. She was definitely adventurous enough when it came to different toys or role-playing, but when it came to anal sex, she had always been against it. However, she had finally capitulated just to get him to shut the hell up about it already so she could stop thinking about it.
Suffice to say that Holly was less than impressed with the stimulation she was getting from the whole experience and was, in fact, almost falling asleep when a sharp burning sensation started to spread from the back of her skull down her spine. George wasn't exactly impressed with it himself, but like an idiot who refuses to suffer an injury to his pride, he'd kept going until he was about ready to climax before the burning sensation gripped him as well. A low groan emanated from his throat as he collapsed against Holly's back, seeing stars as his skull seemed to explode in agony.
Unfortunately for the two, this was not just some random migraine. George was out like a dead lightbulb within a minute, leaving Holly trapped under his dead weight, and she was barely aware of anything herself until she felt George starting to cum....or so it seemed at first. The pain began to fade for Holly, but it was quickly replaced by the most intensely orgasmic sensation she'd ever had without actually feeling any kind of pleasure beforehand. She buckled and fell to the mattress under George's weight as her hands began to grope and stroke at her groin. She could swear it felt like she was cumming in buckets, but her folds were almost completely dry. Eventually, she simply passed out from the overstimulation of the pleasure centers of her brain.
Thus it was that neither of them felt the changes as the boundaries between their bodies began to fuzz and melt together.
Holly woke up less than an hour later, her entire body felt heavy, different. Her hands explored slowly, feeling around for George on the bed and finding nothing that wasn't part of her own body. The fog of sleep was slow to lift and she tried to sit up only to feel a wrench in her spine, as if she couldn't bend that way anymore. Something else felt wrong too, her feet were on the floor, but she could also feel the sheets and mattress between her toes....
She woke up completely with a start at that realisation, then promptly rolled off the side of the bed onto the floor, landing with a intensely loud crash and thud. She got her first good look and screamed at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door.
Somehow, during however long she'd been passed out, she'd become a weird kind of centaur-like being. Her breasts were slightly larger, and her hips were much more exaggerated before her lower body took over completely. A closer look was given to her groin as she stood up though, her hands diving between her forelegs as a gasp escaped her mouth. George's face was right there! his eyes closed in blissful slumber as she looked, her hands slipping down slowly before gently caressing across it, and being rewarded with a powerful jolt of pleasure.
George woke up with a start at that, his eyes blinking rapidly as he yawned and tried to stretch and get the kinks out while Holly stroked his cock.....except he couldn't move anything but his jaw....and...
"What the hell? Holly! Holly what's going on?"
Holly saw George's eyes open, groaned in pleasure at the sensation as she stroked her hands over his face and slipped a finger into his mouth, gasping as the same sensations she used to get while masturbating were produced by this. He didn't have teeth anymore, and she heard his voice clearly in her head as she fingered his 'mouth' slowly, drawing this out for as long as she could manage before answering without even opening her mouth, some low-grade telepathy of sorts allowing internat communication easily between the two minds.
"Well, George, looks like things have changed a bit, and I can't say I'm unhappy with this so far. You just kept pushing me to try this and now look at you, we're stuck together, completely, and so far things feel very nice."
Holly stood up slowly, keeping one hand at her groin, fingers stroking in and out while she turned to try and get a good view of her hindquarters. George could only suck at those fingers as his mind tried to cope with the sensations. Every thrust inward felt like she was sucking his cock, but at the same time so completely alien. He felt a slow burning buildup before a rush of potent musk erupted from the back of his throat, the flavor of Holly's juices rushing over his 'tongue' and causing a mental moan as his mouth convulsed in a feminine orgasm, followed by a mental scream as Holly bent herself a little more and slowly shoved her entire hand into herself with a scream of pleasure, a second orgasmic rush following almost immediately before she pulled her hand out, leaving George feeling strangely empty as she herself felt immensely satisfied. Her inspection had left her quite happy with things in general actually. She'd always liked horses and she was close enough at this point, even if her form was more like a human than anything else despite having a tauroid lower body.
George's body had merged with her own, and things had adjusted nicely in her opinion. The lower body was quite feminine, just as her original torso was. Her 'forelegs' were her own original legs with a modified hip/shoulder area, and where her ass had formerly been was a nice hourglass figure extending backwards a good five feet into a second, slightly animalistic ass. The quick glance in the mirror had shown a very puffy cunt, excited by her actions on George's former face. A very large equine-shaped cock was slung under her body with balls the size of apricots swaying behind, stretching those pink folds open slightly with their weight as she began walking for the door.
\~Holly, what are you thinking? We can't go outside looking like this!\~
Holly deigned to answer aloud, wanting to hear herself say this since she felt it so clearly herself. "George, you poor boy, I have a feeling that the world has changed quite a bit already, and I want to know what it feels like to get laid by a stallion while fucking a mare, right now." | FSE |
Title: Free At Last
Tags: coworker, work, divorced, divorcee, bank manager, bank
Thirty year old assistant bank managers are probably supposed to act a certain way. My employer reminds me of this four times a year at regional meetings we have to attend. For the most part, I've bought into the system when it comes to work hours.
But, I reserve the right to have an unrestricted life away from work. My problem recently has been when my two lives—work and private—collide.
My name's Rachel. I'm divorced. 'Irreconcilable differences' doesn't even begin to explain the problems I had with my ex. Sex (or lack thereof), money, compatibility...you name it. We differed.
Now I'm free. Free at last! Oh happy day!
I'm about 5' 5" tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. People say I'm 'cute' and I'm OK with that. I'd prefer "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" or "Are you a model?", but that's fine. I think I have a great body, actually. My breasts are neither too big nor too small. And my ass is firm and tight with just enough meat to hold onto while rolling in bed.
Having reached the magic age of thirty and being divorced, I thought it was time to do some things I'd been thinking about. Like writing stories for Literotica. Luckily, I've had enough experiences that I should be able to keep you occupied with stories for a while. Only time will tell if you find them as erotic to read as I found them in real life.
Chapter 1
The first time I started to blur the line between work life and private life was soon after we hired a new teller. His name was Chad. As the assistant bank manager, I did all the interviewing and made recommendations to the manager. He, the manager, didn't talk to them until I pretty much decided we were going to hire them.
During Chad's interview, his energy and sense of humor overcame his obvious sleepwalk through college. Besides, he was sexy in a 'just out of college and sure of myself' kind of way. Part of me wanted to jump on him and show him how a real woman enjoyed sex. The other part wanted to flirt.
Since I couldn't flirt verbally during the interview without setting myself up for being sued, I had to be physical. A movement of my body to expose some cleavage here; a crossing of my legs to raise my skirt there.
To his credit, Chad met every challenge and came back with his own provocative move. By the time we shook hands at the end of the interview, my panties were soaked and my legs were unsteady.
I recommended Chad to the manager and he reported to work two weeks later. My senior teller trained him directly, but I made sure I met with Chad on a regular basis. We were continually flirting from day one. Soon, we were very comfortable around each other.
On the day he was to learn about closing the bank at night, it was my job to go over the vault closing routine with him. All the other employees had gone home for the night when Chad leaned on my office door and announced he was ready.
"Great. Let me save this document and I'll be right there," I said. I quickly did the save and got up to join Chad. We exchanged smiles as I walked past him, leading the way to the vault.
I thought I could feel his eyes on my ass, but decided it was wishful thinking. I hadn't chosen that particular tight skirt specifically for him, but did find myself thinking about him some mornings when choosing an outfit.
I stopped at the open vault door. "OK. Let me explain some of the things you need to look for inside the vault before leaving for the night," I said.
Chad was standing closer to me than he normally did and I felt strangely uneasy. Maybe that's not the right word. I felt anxious. No, I felt unsure that I could stand this close to him and not touch him. I had an overpowering urge to touch him all over.
"OK," he said.
"First, make sure there is nothing on the viewing table," I said, pointing to the little table in the center of the safe deposit boxes. An image of me laying naked on the table while Chad fucked me flashed through my mind.
"OK," he said.
He looked at me and I had no clue whether or not he was paying any attention. Nor did I care at that point.
"Then look for anything on the floor," I continued. I wondered if he could hear the tension in my voice.
"OK."
"Then look for any open safe deposit boxes before walking out of the safe," I said.
That's when I turned to walk out. Except Chad didn't do the same. He remained in the doorway, blocking it completely with his beautiful body. We touched before I could stop my momentum. I looked up at him in surprise.
He put his hands on my arms in a strong, reassuring manner. My heart pounded in those agonizing couple seconds before our mouths met. It was a soft, almost friendly kiss.
"No," I said. "The cameras. Not here, Chad."
He had to realize that I never said "No. Don't kiss me" or "No. Let me go." I was worried only about the cameras catching us.
"Then where?" he asked.
I should have taken that opportunity to end the craziness. Instead, I led him back to my office. My mind was numb when we got to the door and I turned to face him. We kissed again and he leaned into me, forcing me completely inside the office. Chad pushed the door shut without ever breaking off the sensuous kiss.
He was a wonderful kisser and I was feeling the rush of a blatantly immoral act. This dude was one of my employees, not to mention being almost ten years younger than me. But when I felt his hands begin to massage my ass through the little skirt I couldn't resist.
Our bodies pressed together and I was quite certain he was hard. My moans only made him kiss me harder. Our tongues darted around in unabashed lust.
The next thing I knew, his hands were moving up the front of my body. When they cupped my breasts and I felt his fingers pulling at my sweater I should have stopped him. One had stayed on a breast while the other slide inside and rested on my stomach. Ever so slowly, he moved it up as we kissed some more.
The first time he touched my bra I thought I'd collapse. My legs were shaking from nerves and lust. He found the skin of my breast and pushed the bra aside. When I didn't protest he used both hands to raise my sweater. I watched him move the bra aside until he had access to my nipple.
His mouth surrounded it so fast I couldn't react. Chad was magnificent with his sometimes tender, sometimes rough treatment of my breast and nipple with his tongue, teeth and lips.
My body said 'fuck me', but my mind finally kicked in.
"No, Chad," I moaned. "No. Please. We can't."
He probably knew he was going to have to stop. But his final couple pinches of my nipple with his lips convinced me we might continue this at a later date.
"Please. Stop, Chad."
He rearranged my bra and sweater. "OK, but something tells me you enjoyed that."
"I think we should go home," I said, feeling my blushed face returning to normal.
"Your place?" Chad asked with an evil smile.
"Good night, Chad." I made sure he knew from my look that I wasn't as mad at him as I probably should have been.
Chapter 2
The next day at work I was very busy and that was a good thing. I wasn't sure what Chad or I would end up saying if we saw each other too much in the morning. By the time I was able to check in on him near the end of the day things were cool.
Several days passed with our playful banter returning to its original frequency, if not more. I questioned myself many times on whether or not I was kind of falling for him. Each time I almost convinced myself I wasn't.
Yet, I dressed for him and sought his company and desired his kisses. It was fun to have somebody showing interest in me again. Many nights I fell asleep with Chad on my mind. And, yes, many nights I pictured him naked.
If he was setting me up for another surprise 'attack', he was doing it very well. I was wanting him more and more.
We were leaving the bank together one day when he said, "Want to get something to eat?"
Almost instantly, I said, "Sure." Thinking back, I'm not sure if it was because I was starving or because I really wanted to spend more time with him.
"Where?" he asked.
"I don't care. You choose," I said as we got to our cars.
"Your place?"
"No, Chad. I can't cook." I had to give him credit for being persistent.
"Well, how about O'Neal's?"
This guy wasn't stupid. I'd talked about it as my favorite place often enough, so he had to know I'd agree. It was a pub style restaurant with a noisy, crowded bar and a dining room filled with dark mahogany booths, right out of a Dorothy Sayers mystery.
"Meet you there," I said as I entered my car.
I normally didn't go there without changing into jeans first. I had a pair of dress slacks on and one of my better blouses—not that I have a lot of expensive blouses. But this was one of them. On the way there, I made sure Chad couldn't see me, then unbuttoned one more button. I could only imagine what the other regulars at O'Neal's were going to say when they saw me dressed that way with a young dude at my side. Oh, well.
My favorite waitress, Angela, waited on us and she gave me a wink after delivering the drinks and walking behind Chad so he couldn't see. She looked down at him and erotically licked her lips. I wanted to smack her, but could only give her my best scowl without making it too obvious to Chad what was going on. I suspected he knew anyway.
He was very sweet during the meal, keeping up a lively discussion about many different topics. Within the confines of our dark booth, hidden from view of any other diners, I felt extraordinarily at ease with Chad. Except for Angela's blatant flirting with him, it was a delightful meal.
Before we left, Chad bought a round of beers at the bar. I enjoyed being with him in that environment, even though we had to practically be on top of each other to hold a conversation. Not that I was complaining. We were standing, our bodies almost constantly in contact with each other as the happy hour crowd grew in numbers.
At one point he said, "I like that blouse. You should wear it more often."
I'm sure he really meant, "You should wear it more often with that button open so I can see the fringe of that lacy bra and the swell of your breasts."
"Thanks," I managed to say over the noise. Any time we talked we had to put our heads together until they almost touched. It was agonizingly difficult not to kiss him.
"I've never seen you in anything but assistant bank manager clothes," he said. "When can I see you in jeans?"
"You wouldn't want to," I said.
He looked down at my ass and legs. "Oh, I think I would."
That's when I felt his hand slide around my waist, then slowly down my hip and casually onto my ass. It was done in such a way that anybody watching might not have even noticed. I loved his gentle touch and the feeling of our bodies together. Chad tightened his hold on my cheek for just a second, then released it again. My entire body quivered.
"Well, dream on," I said into his ear. Only this time I gave a slight tug with my lips before leaning back.
His smile spoke volumes. "I dream about you a lot."
"Liar."
"No, really," he said. "I do."
"What am I doing in your dreams?" I said with the most innocent look I could muster.
"Well, you're not approving loans for first-time homeowners."
I had to laugh. It wasn't the answer I expected.
"I don't suppose you're in these dreams," I said.
"I am."
"And what are YOU doing?"
His face was on my hair, pressing against my ear. "I'm licking whipped cream off your breasts."
Luckily, I had just swallowed a drink. This guy was driving me crazy. He was wonderful at dinner, his touches made me wet and now he whispers THAT into my ear.
"You must be very disappointed by the end of these dreams," I said.
His eyes were inside my blouse. "I'm very HARD by the end of my dreams."
If I'd had an ounce of sense left in me, I would have been afraid of who heard him. But it was like we were the only two in O'Neal's, I was so focused on Chad.
"Really? I'm flattered," I said calmly.
"You should be. You're very attractive."
I almost accused him of sucking up to his boss, but I didn't because I truly didn't think that's why he said it. Maybe I was being naïve. I wanted to believe him.
"Thanks, Chad." I kissed him on the cheek, then mischievously licked him. "Are you hard now?"
"I'm getting there."
"Show me."
I couldn't believe the words left my mouth. But it's what I desperately wanted. I wanted his hard cock. I wanted to cover it with whipped cream and lick it until he came.
Chad took my drink, put our glasses on a nearby table, and led me out of O'Neal's by the hand. We were at his car in a matter of seconds. We were inside, embracing and kissing in even less time than that. Our hands were everywhere. Mine quickly found his crotch and determined that he was, indeed, hard.
I fumbled at opening his pants while he finished unbuttoning my blouse. He had briefs on so I had to pull his pants down a little to have enough room to lower his briefs and find his cock. I let out a faint gasp, not only because Chad had found my nipple but because of the size of his penis.
I've seen a few in my life, either live or on film, but this was one of the better ones. My fear was that he wasn't completely hard and there was more to it. I was about to find out.
I leaned over and licked him from the balls up to the swollen tip. If I hadn't been so damn horny I would have teased him a little longer. But I put my lips around him and sucked in his entire length. I held him in my mouth for a second, then began to bob up and down on Chad's thick shaft.
I put a hand around the base and stroked him while I sucked the rest. Chad's moans assured me he was enjoying it.
He had one breast completely exposed and was working my nipple with more intensity. He had no clue I loved to have my nipples squeezed, so I just considered myself lucky. The moisture between my legs was rapidly increasing, my panties beginning to soak it up.
Chad put his hand on the back of my head and I deep throated him with delight.
"Oh, God. Yes. Suck my cock, Rachel. Suck me."
I didn't need extra urging. I loved the feel of his warm, throbbing cock between my lips and on my tongue. I wanted him inside my cunt, but that would have to wait.
Chad repositioned himself on the seat, but I never missed a beat. He held my head in place and the taste of precum finally hit my tongue.
"Yes, yes. Ahhh, Rachel. Almost there."
I didn't say a word. I used more pressure with my lips and hand to bring him even closer.
"Now. Now! Oh, God. Rachel!"
He lifted his ass off the seat and gripped my exposed breast with his large hand. A couple seconds later he grunted loudly and rammed his cock roughly into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth, waiting for the explosion of cum.
The first shot was long and sweet. Chad's cum hit the back of my throat and covered my tongue. Then he came again and again. I swallowed what I could, expecting him to finish soon. But he thrust his cock into me over and over, continually pouring cum into my mouth until it seeped out the corners and onto my chin.
His moans subsided and I sucked the last bit of cum out of him. My heart pounded. If he'd squeezed my nipple one more time I would have cum myself. But he collapsed onto the seat and I wiped off the excess cum with the inside of my blouse.
"Oh...my...God," Chad sighed. "That was fantastic."
"Thanks for dessert," I said with a smile as I buttoned my blouse.
"But what about you?" he asked.
"You owe me."
Chapter 3
I'm in the banking business, so paying one's debts is very important to me. This case was a little different, though, because the person who owed was more than willing to pay. With interest.
Almost a week passed since the O'Neal's incident. Chad and I had a difficult time keeping our desires in check at work. I was the one, admittedly, who kept putting off our next meeting away from work. I just needed time to make sure what I wanted to do was what I really wanted to do.
There's a saying: Let nature takes its course. Well, in this case, nature played a big part.
Chad and I were ready to close the bank one day when a very hard storm hit the area. Driving was going to be hazardous, at best. It made more sense to wait it out.
"Wow, it's really coming down," Chad said, looking out through the blinds in my office. I cared less about the storm than I did his gorgeous ass. I already had a sense something could happen this time.
"Don't try to drive home yet," I suggested.
"I wasn't going to. I'm not leaving until you do."
"What if I stay all night?" I said.
He grinned. "What do you sleep in?"
"Nothing," I answered.
"I'm staying."
We chatted for another half hour or so with no apparent letup of the storm. The rest of the bank was bathed in darkness and my faintly lit office seemed like a protective cocoon. Chad had taken off his tie and looked very comfortable in his shirt and pants. I thought back, as I often did, to the evening outside O'Neal's. That's when he caught me with my eyes frozen on his crotch.
There was an awkward silence for a second. "You still owe me, you know," I said.
"How could I forget," he replied. "I was leaving it up to you."
This guy could really be sweet when he wanted to be. "I'm demanding payment."
"Now?"
I laughed. "Are you going anywhere?"
"I wasn't planning on it," he said.
"Good. Get undressed," I demanded. It had been a long, long time since I could say that to a guy. The adrenalin rush was fantastic.
Chad closed and locked the office door, then made sure the blinds were completely shut. Our eyes met for a moment before I looked, once again, between his legs. I wondered if he was going to enjoy this as much as me.
He took off his shirt with deliberate motions. Not too fast, not too slow. He did the same with his shoes and socks. Then he got to his pants and made it clear he was going to punish me with an unhurried strip. That was OK with me. It gave me more time to check out his muscular arms and abs.
He unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Then he surprised me by sliding his hand inside his shorts and, apparently, pulling his cock up. I couldn't see it, but the result was obvious. When he slowly let his pants fall, the bulge in his shorts was very noticeable. Chad kicked he pants aside.
He stood for a second with his hands on his hips, allowing me to take in his almost-naked body. I unconsciously ran my tongue across my lips and squirmed in my seat. He smiled at my uninhibited desire.
Chad slid his thumbs inside his shorts and began to push them down. I saw the tip of his cock appear, then the remainder of his thickening shaft. Another couple seconds and my favorite bank teller was nude in front of my desk.
"Turn around, Chad," I said.
His incredible, tight ass came into view and I touched my pussy while he wasn't able to see me. My wet panties pressed against my throbbing clit as I moved my hand up and down the outside of my slacks. I couldn't wait any longer.
"OK," I said, getting out of my chair. By the time Chad was facing me again I was at the side of my desk. Another few steps and I was directly in front of him.
"Now do me," I said.
Chad put his hands on the outside of my sweater, gently massaging my breasts. I saw his semi-erect cock twitch as he increased the pressure. It took all the patience I had not to wrap my hand around his cock.
He lifted the sweater over my head and added it to the pile of clothes. He played with my lacy bra for a few seconds before lifting the straps off my shoulders and sliding them down my arms. Chad exposed my nipples by running his palms down my breasts and pushing the bra aside. While he played with them, I unhooked and removed the bra.
I wanted him to suck on my nipples, but he was more intent on getting me naked. I suppose he knew he was going to get to them eventually, so he worked on taking my slacks off.
When I was down to just my panties—my wet panties—he pressed his body against mine and put his hands on my ass, inside the panties. He pulled us together and I felt his cock compressed between us. I kissed him as passionately as I ever had, anticipating what was likely to be some very untamed sex.
One of his hands came around my body and landed on my pussy. I moaned into his mouth as he slid a finger over my pussy and up to my clit. He rubbed it hard, using my own moisture as a lubricant. Then his finger was inside me, deep inside me.
"Oh, Chad. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me," I said.
"Then take off your panties."
He had turned the tables on me and was giving the orders. But I wasn't going to argue with him. I quickly took off my panties, knowing that he was watching every move I made. When I stood back up, naked, he finished his complete inspection of my body. I tried to hide the fact I was shaking with anticipation.
"Now YOU turn around, Rachel," he said.
I expected a swift examination of my ass and then the beginning of the sex I'd waited for so long. Instead, Chad put his hands on my cheeks, kneading them forcefully. I felt my body tense up and he must have felt it also.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," I admitted.
One of his hands slid between my legs and found my pussy. I involuntarily spread my legs. "Yes, I think you do. You're soaking wet, Rachel. Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, Chad. Please."
"Do you want me to fuck you from behind?"
I didn't care at that point how the hell he fucked me. But I certainly wasn't an expert at what he was asking me to do. "Yes, if you want to," I said nearly panting.
His finger was inside me again and I gasped.
"Well, we'll save that for next time, OK? Right now I want you to lay on top of your desk...on your back."
I was somewhat relieved to hear that and also realized he was getting some pleasure out of ordering me around. In reality, I would have fucked the arm of my chair if he'd asked me to, I was that horny.
I pushed all the paper on my desktop to the side and sat on the edge of the desk, facing Chad. He was fully erect now, harder even than the time outside O'Neal's. I smiled nervously and leaned back until I was on the desk, my legs hanging over the edge.
I watched Chad walk forward and put his hands under my thighs. He spread my legs and placed his body between them. His cock rested on top of my pussy, feeling more like a baseball bat to me than a cock. But I was ready for him, hoping I wouldn't cum too fast when he finally fucked me.
"Still want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes. God, yes!"
He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to my cunt. "Where do you want me to cum, Rachel?"
I appreciated him asking, but wanted him to quit playing with me and just fuck me, damn it. "Inside me, Chad. It's OK. Please just fuck me and cum inside me."
I felt the huge head of his cock spread open the entry to my cunt. Then he took a full five seconds to push the remainder of his rigid cock inside me.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," I stammered in disbelief of the incredible mixture of pain and pleasure I was feeling.
Once totally inside me, Chad rested with his hands caressing my ass. I'd never felt so completely filled in my life. Then he began to move the cock in and out of my cunt with slow, steady strokes.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked, sweet little assistant bank manager. And I want to hear you scream for more."
I didn't respond, partly because I couldn't. Chad was literally taking the breath away from me with his size and technique.
"Touch your breast, Rachel. Touch your nipple."
I ran a palm over my right breast. The nipple was swollen to twice its normal size.
"Squeeze it. I know you love that, so squeeze it and feel what it does inside your cunt."
How'd he know that? Has he had so many women he knew what a woman with sensitive nipples feels inside? Well, it was no time for analysis. I gladly squeezed my nipple and, indeed, felt the inevitable wave of electricity flow all the way to my cunt.
"Feel it, Rachel?"
"Yes. Yes!"
Chad was fucking me so hard I could hear his body smacking into mine each time he thrust his gorgeous cock into me. I could feel my wetness on his cock. I could smell our sex.
I stretched out my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Chad put his hands under my ass and lifted me off the desk. The new angle increased the tremendous sensation I was already feeling.
"Are you ready, Rachel?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to cum?" he asked, never losing a beat with his cock.
"Yes!"
"Rub your clit, Rachel. Rub your clit and cum for me."
Jesus, if I touched my clit I'd start to cum and possibly never stop. But I needed to cum and I wanted to please Chad, so I moved my hand to my clit. My entire body shuddered from my touch and my cunt muscles clamped down on Chad's cock.
"That's it. Now cum for me, Rachel."
It took maybe thirty seconds. Then it began. I put both hands on my breasts and clutched at my nipples while my orgasm grew in strength.
"Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes! Fuck me, Chad. Harder!"
I thought he was going to drive me off the other side of the desk with his near-violent thrusts. But I loved every second of it. I cried out with pleasure as his huge cock pounded into me deeper and faster, just like I wanted. My nipples screamed for attention, and I gladly complied.
"Come on, Rachel. Keep cumming," Chad urged. "I'm not going to stop fucking you until you beg me to stop."
Fat chance, I thought. This was turning into the longest, strongest orgasm I'd ever had. I wasn't about to make him stop.
"Yes! Oh, God. Yes, Chad. Fuck me harder!"
I was cumming a second time when I heard the familiar sounds of a guy about to cum. I gripped him as hard as I could with my cunt. He rammed his cock into me deeper than he had the entire time, then grunted loudly.
"Oh, yes. Cum in me, Chad!"
I felt his warm fluid filling my cunt. Each time he plunged his cock into me another load was deposited. I rubbed my clit to prolong my own orgasm while Chad poured an incredible amount of cum inside me. I remembered the sweet taste of it and then felt it trickling down my thigh, just as it had dripped down my chin once before.
My orgasm was done long before Chad was anywhere near deflated. He continued to slide his cock in and out of my cunt and I realized I'd have to beg him to stop. It took some willpower on my part, but finally I said, "Chad, please. That's enough. God you feel good, but that's enough."
He pulled out and I had serious second thoughts about my choice to end the session. Another five minutes and I think I would have gladly taken him again. But the time and place wasn't right for that.
He leaned down, licked my nipple, then moved up and gave me a long, passionate kiss.
"You were great," he said.
"You too," I admitted. "I've never...uh, never cum quite like that."
Chad smiled and sucked my breast one last time. "Me neither. Maybe we should try it again sometime."
"My place," I said, watching his incredible cock disappear back inside his shorts. | literotica |
Title: Siara's New Beginning by Tafari
Tags: Adventure, Captivity, Lion, Lioness, M/F, Plot Development
© Tafari - All rights reserved
The Story of the Savannah - Siara's new beginning
The day was hot, the sun at its highest and water would not be found within a few hundred Kilometres of where Siara stood. The young lioness was sat beneath a cool tree amongst the blazing dead plains of the Savannah to take a breath from her long journey. Siara had no choice being alone; she never wanted any of this. She once had everything, a caring family full of sisters, brothers and two loving parents until that one day took it from her, leaving her with nothing... no one.
This is Siara's story: - 4 Months ago
A cool breeze passed over Nemrock, a tall dome shaped ancient stone, riddled with trees and vegetation, not to mention the number of caves. The sun began to rise over the glowing horizon making everything glow in the beauty. The lions of Nemrock would always be awake just before the golden god of the Savannah rose.
Siara on this day had slept past sun rise for the first time since her birth. The girl found it a weird sensation to her as her eyes were strained from the invading beams of light hitting her eyes from the cracks in the cave roof. The young lioness rose to her feet and gave an enormous stretch and yawn, waking her up enough to make her way into the heat of the early morning sun.
Siara was a young and beautiful lioness. She stood tall for her age and also slender making her very agile in hunting. She wasn't very old but was nearing maturity yet still at the end of her cub hood. Her assets were pretty much developed as well as many other things. She wore a loin cloth made from antelope hide to cover her graceful young figure. The lionesses eyes were piecing and could attract the most attractive males in the lands.
As the girl walked down Nemrock towards the lions meeting grounds she feels a little uneasy, something was not right today. The thought soon passed as she saw her family laying there in the meadow at the foot of mighty Nemrock. A smile beamed across her face as she ran to the pride.
Two lion cubs were play fighting on top of what was a fallen tree, about the size of your average oak tree. Their names were Kai and Cumba; these were Siara's brothers of whom she loved very dearly. Cumba lost his footing and took a short but quick fall to the meadow floor, making Siara giggle somewhat. Her father and mother turning around to see the beauty of their daughter awake.
"Siara... my, you are awake awfully late. Is anything the matter my darling?" Siara's mother asked.
"... I don't think so; it must just be the hormones of my age. I am sorry Mother; I do not mean to be disrespectful of Father and yourself..." Siara returned to her mother, a little worried if she was in a spot of trouble.
Her mother laughed at Siara and smiled, "Its ok my Baby girl, your Father and I both know that our girl is going through changes"
Siara gave a small sigh of relief and made her way down to sit at the foot of her parents. She looked up to her Father who seemed to looking out over the plains, watching for unwanted guests.
Siara's father was not a lion to mess with, you could say that is why he King of the Nemrock plains. The tall lion stood proud as his golden fur blew calmly in the early morning breeze. He had not much history, nor many secrets to keep. He was one to keep his word and to protect his pride at all costs.
"It just better not be a common occurrence Siara..." the tall lion then commanded down to Siara, who was standing on a proud rock.
"Yes Father, I am sorry" Siara apologised in return to her Father. She turned her gaze to her two brothers who seemed to be making their way towards their sister.
"Sister! You're wakey! I and Cumba were getting bored of just fighting on our big mean tree! We wanted our big strong sis to fight with" Said Kai, making Siara laugh out loud. The young lioness was about twice the size of the two little cubs and she was almost a mature lioness by now. However, she loved to play fight with them a lot as she felt it helped keep them active.
"Sorry Kai and Cumba, I don't know what was with me this morning... I must have just been tired from Father taking me hungry last night..." informed Kai "but tell you what, let me go grab some breakfast and I will be ready to have a match, what do you think?"
Kai and Cumba's smiles spread across theirs faces quicker than a cheater after its prey "Oh yes! Hurry!"
Siara made her way off in to the cool depths of the Nemrock caves to eat her share of breakfast caught in the early hours of the morning by her Father. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck rose with a chill like cold water. The lioness shook her head rapidly until the chill went. Siara started to have thoughts going through her head as she left the cave, making her way back towards her brothers.
Her Mother caught a look of worry upon her daughters face and notified her father. Meanwhile Kai and Cumba ran up to Siara and pounced her to the ground, taking her by surprise. Siara burst out with laughter as she looked at the two lion cubs pinning her down by her shoulders. Kai and Cumba were taken by surprise as she rolled over and pinned each of them with both of her paws, making them unable to move. "One day guys, Dad will teach you that trick..." She smirked at them, leaving them in anticipation of a future lesson from their father.
"Everyone, I need you to listen... The scouts of the pride have given me some information that is not good. We seem to have some unwelcome guests on our lands... a lot of them" shouted her Father from the tall rock, Siara's ears perked up as well as the rest of the prides. "... in fact, I don't think there is enough of us to make any sort of retaliation if we were attacked. "Therefore, myself and a few other light footed females are going to try and either take them out quietly or try and fool them in to a trap... "
Siara couldn't believe what she was hearing at all, her ears twitched. A few minutes ago the entire pride seemed at harmony. Her Father did not seem to flinch at all when she fist set eyes on him when she awoke. The lioness's attention was drawn to a small lioness standing to the side of her father as she began to speak. Her name was Viorian; she was the lioness in charge of scouts and infiltrators of the pride.
"Morning my fellow Pride members, our intelligence is accurate enough to make a decision on how to act. We will not be able to flee as they will only catch our scent, our King and myself thought It was best if were attacked, then on the ground we know." Viorian shouted so all could hear "therefore, we must all stay. A team of lionesses and the king must leave after this announcement to make our attack on the intruders so I make the briefing to you all quick. We need all non fighting pride members to make their way inside the safety of Nemrock, there your scents should be concealed and give the enemy a harder job to find you... any members wishing to aid the attack may step forward now..."
The meadow stood silent, heads turned to see who would step forward.
Siara went to step up but her mother pulled her back, whispering in to her ear "This is a fight you will not win my baby girl..."
"... No more Volunteers? Then we must depart... be safe everyone and dear god, we hope to see you again!" Viorian wished to the remaining pride members. The King and his lioness run over the hill towards to the enemies' location...
"DAD!!...No!" Siara shouted and ran as fast as she could to the top of the hill where her father had just departed from. By the time she got there, her Father was gone in to the long grass of the Savannah plains. Siara thought to herself, she did not even get a good bye to her father.
Thoughts started ripping though her mind of what was coming their way. They all didn't even know what the enemy was!? Was it feline, Canine? She did not actually want to know. Her mother approached her from behind,
"This is going to be a difficult time for us Siara; we need to get inside of Nemrock fast as your Father and Viorian say's..." Her mother spoke, Siara looking over her shoulder to her and pauses for a few seconds.
"Yes Mother... Dad needs us to do what he says" Siara replied to her mother, looking back down from the hill to Nemrock, seeing all the pride taking shelter inside the strong walls of the ancient natural structure.
Siara and her Mother made their way back in to the rock, entering the cool dark space Echoes bounced off the walls with the sound of lions paw steps. Her mother ran forward and took lead of the pride. A small narrow corridor of rock, nearly vertical appeared before them. Siara's Mother led them all down in to the secret depths of Nemrock, where the light never shone and weird creatures lived.
"Everyone, its best to get some sleep... we may need the energy for the next few days" Siara's mother spoke softly. The Pride all took a space on the floor to sleep upon. Siara leaned against a wall with her brothers, shortly joined by her mother gradually falling asleep.....
HOURS PASSED
Siara awoke in the darkness of the cave; she could not tell if her eyes were open or closed. It was quiet... to quiet. She tightened her arms around her brothers but only to find they were not there. Siara leapt up in a flash and turned around to look at wall, just seeing enough to see her family was not there.
"KAI! MOTHER! CUMBA...EVERYO..." Siara shouted before being grabbed from behind and dragged to the other side of the dark cave. The lioness shivered with immense fear, feeling a very strong arm around her neck and a tall figure behind her. Her mouth was covered by a large paw before a deep dark voice spoke quietly in to her ear.
"If you want to live... then you will submit yourself to us... or you will end up like your family" The mysterious figure whispered and lets her speak
"...What...Where's my family...? Who are you? Where is the Pride?" she questioned before being silenced again.
"Now now, your family are in a more... peaceful place now. You can join them if you want, or live with us..." He spoke again. "Come on; let's take a look outside then at the others"
Siara's mind was spinning with questions that she wanted to know the answer for right then, but she could not speak. The tall dark figure slung the lioness over his shoulder so he could climb out of the Nemrock caves and in to the twilight of the evening. Her eyes saw blood on the cave floor as she was taken out and believes to know the fate of her family already, as well as the entire pride.
The tall dark figure emerges from the cave along with Siara. She can only see the back of him but she sees she is quite high. He slings her down on to the floor and is suddenly taken a hold of by two small dark male lions. Finally, she gets a chance to look upon her captor.
"Oh my...god..." Siara says in shock and fear. She looks up at an eight foot tall alpha lion, all black fur and dark black eyes peering down at her. His figure was covered in pure lean muscle and Siara immediately knew that he was the leader. The alpha turns around to speak to his people...
"Look's like we have a live young female my Pride!" He shouted, a dark field of lions roared in front him. Eyes all looked up on the only golden furred lion around. "Your pride was foolish to think they could survive an attack from us... especially when we out number them by double! But hopefully, you have sense not to attack now... especially when you're so young and... beautiful" He winked...
"STAY AWAY!" Siara shouted at him and tried to wriggle free of the two lions grips but they were too strong.
"Oh my dear, you don't have a lot of choice do you?" He smirked and gave a giggle "Our Pride has been with out a female for more than 5 years... I think you can guess how we all feel right now" The alpha said to Siara while pacing a meters. "Now, you have a choice my dear... become our pride female and we will let you live... or die with your pride..."
Siara sat there, she had no choice. A tear ran down a cheek as she looked up to the tall alpha that had no pity for her. The smell of blood was still strong in the twilight air. Yet she thought "...but you're a pride full of males... how are you even a pride!"
He laughed at her question "We are more logical than most prides rather than traditional, we have changed the rules... Most of us are brothers but we found out over time... a pride full of males is just unstoppable against one with just one. The lack of a female does cause certain issues though, mainly fights." He peers in to space for a second "So... have you made your choice!?"
She thinks and looks to the floor before sighing. Siara closes her eyes and admits defeat "I am yours..."
A smirk spreads across the lions face and lowers himself to her level.
"My my... have we got much in store for you..."
TO BE CONTINUED
© Tafari - All rights reserved | FSE |
Title: The Male's Scent: Bitter But Not Sweet by the roo
Tags: Bull, Canine, Cum, Gay, Lion, M/M/M/M, Muscle, Sweat, Wolf, smegma
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The room was all full of snickering, grinning bulky males as Mike; a clean arctic muscle wolf was dragged upstairs. He really wasn't the type for guy parties, but as he was being dragged, he looked around with his blue eyes with a nervous look. Even though he was obviously being taken against his will, none of them seemed to care. The further they took him upstairs, the more his nostrils seemed to burn with the smell of heavy male musk. Each of the males dragging him only mocked him as he was dragged into the room, their paws all over him as they tore and tugged at his clothes, "What are you doing?"
The room was filthy; there were clothes, jockstraps, and dirty underwear everywhere. The sheets were all over the bed and even on the floor along with used condoms spewing out thick puddles of old cum. It all made his skin crawl and his fur stand on ends. After a loud flush, the wolf watched as a tan bull blessed with a muscular build walked out of the single bathroom, stroking a uncut piece slab of meat between his legs, "Mm, hey Mike. Heard you had a problem having fun, letting loose you know...?" Mike met Mack only recently before, but he had never seen the impressive stud naked before. As the bull sat down on the bed, he grinned as he peeled back his thick foreskin. Mike turned away as he felt a thick musk hit his nose, layers of greasy cum and piss built up along the shaft. The two sweaty lions and the black wolf behind him peeled off their shirts one by one as the others held him down before shoving him to his knees in front of the bull, "No! NO!" Grabbing hold of Mike's jaw, Mack forced the wolf's mouth down over the thick smegma pasted onto the bull's cock. "Oh yeah Mike, you're such a little whore!" The wolf tried to push away the bull's hand as he gagged on the cock, trying not to taste too much of the cheesy build up.
The lion on Mike's right gave a deep chuckle, "Hey Mack, give the kid a breather..." The bull only grinned, "Sure..." Letting go, the lion grabbed the back of Mike's head before burying his muzzle deep into his sweaty drenched pits, washing it in the thick pubic fur under his arms. Trying to push away, the wolf's cries were muffled as his senses were flooded with the hot stink of lion stud. He felt a powerful paw squeeze his jaw and he was forced to taste the oily fur. As he drowned in the steaming stew of sweat, he felt something in the back of his head as thing started to get hazy. Like dogs on a meal, the other lion and the dark wolf were lapping at Mike's dirty foot paws, inhaling deep the stink of sweat before lapping at every toe like a delicious meal. The arctic wolf felt his resolve growing weaker as he struggled to breathe a bit of air through his muzzle, that bit of air drawling in the fresh lion stink into his nose. He couldn't help it as his nipples throbbed and his dick poked out from his sheath. He couldn't comprehend what was happening to him, what the foreign sensation was.
Mike was grabbed again, "Alright, enough of that for now." The wolf threw his palms down against the bull's side, but the male was powerful, gagging Mike again with the greasy build up. But this time as Mike's lips pushed back the slick build up in the foreskin, he nose was buried in Mack's bush crotch pubes which stank of firm male musk, like it hadn't been washed in a week. Nipples throbbing even harder and his red dog dick slurping from its sheath, he emitted an uncontrollable moan that caused his throat to rumble and drive the bull to squirt a bit of pre down the wolf's throat. "Mm, you really are a good little slut...you like it, don't you?" As the bull slowly removed his hand, Mike moved up the slimy, oily meat before observing it as the wicked thick foreskin rolled back up over the tipped head. With a curious paw, he slowly reached his finger and thumb around it before looking at the other four males in the room. Breathing nervously, he peeled back the foreskin, starring at the build up for only a second before putting his lips over the area and slurped on it. The taste was tangy but it quickly became familiar to Mike as he washed it with his rough canine tongue. Mack gave off a loud bull murr as he felt that tongue twirling the smegma around his warm prick. The dark wolf behind Mike suddenly stood up, "Hey, give me a little bit of that will ya...?"
Shaking with eroticism, Mike panted with excitement as he turned towards the other wolf, slightly confused because the male didn't have a foreskin. Chuckling, the black wolf turned his building knot to the side, revealing his sheath which was covered in the same build up as the bull's foreskin, covered in sweat and old cum, "Oh, were you looking for this?" Panting, Mike smothered his muzzle into the wolf's crotch, causing him to jump a bit, "Dang, feisty..." Mack chuckled hard as he stroked his foreskin, "You were too Dick." Curiosity hit the arctic wolf again, sniffing along the black wolf's crotch. The spicy scent of musk grew strong as his nostrils traveled down to the sweaty sheath. Dick growled playfully before his knees got weak, the new wolf lapping hungrily at the skin between his knot and his sheath.
Soon all the other male stood up around Mike as he gorged himself in the stink of males. Each one of them offered their cocks and he was happy to service each of them. As he tried to stand to take a sniff of Mack's sweaty pits, "Uh uh, you'll get more of that later..." Mike's shoulders dropped, a disappointed face spreading across his muzzle. Walking him to the door where the sounds of the party could be heard, "This is just going to be your initiation. If you want all of us, you're going to have to follow a few rules..."
Later that night when Mike got back to his dorm, he felt exhausted, overwhelmed. But after a few good hours, the hypnosis he had experienced was starting to wear off. He felt grimy, dirty, and used. Though as he made his way towards the bathroom, he had heated memories of burying his nose into pits and crotches, his dick throbbing between his legs again. He also remembered the rules, "First, don't wash your body except for your asshole, and even then you have to wash in a sink instead of the shower. And the second is no cologne or deodorant, NONE! Come back in a week and we might just give you what you want..." The wolf's heart pounded in his chest as his paw wrapped around the shower handle. He literally stood there for fifteen minutes with his red tipped cock bobbing between his legs. Paw slipping off the metal nub, he sighed as he wandered out of the bathroom and slipped into his bed.
The wolf lay there in the dark as he wondered about what happened to him that night. Even as his drunken skater cheetah roommate stumbled into the room he didn't make a sound. He watched as the feline kicked off his sneakers and just plopped into bed, passing out really fast. Mike's eyes focused right away on his roommate's red and white sneaker. He remembered how Nate didn't like to wear socks, so all the sweat from his foot paws just built up in his shoe. Heart pounding in his chest again, Mike slapped his paw over his eyes, thinking to himself, "No...I can't do that!" But the temptation got worse; the wolf slowly peeled his paw away before looking at the shoe again. Pushing his sheets to the side, he carefully reached down and picked up the laced material in his grip. Turning over in bed, he hides under the sheets as he presses his muzzle into the size fourteen sneaker before inhaling a deep cloud of sweaty cheetah foot paw. He exhaled quickly before he inhaled again and again, eyes rolling halfway into the back of his head. Overwhelmed by these new sensations, Mike sighed as he tweaked his nipples, slowly falling asleep with his nose in the soft, smelly craddle.
To be continued...? | FSE |
Title: 4 Moms 4 Aidan Ch. 01
Tags: milf, seduction, cheating, friend's mother, huge cock
*Disclaimer: I am grateful for Utamu who have helped make my story more readable. If there still are errors, then it's my fault.
All characters in this story are of legal age. This is a work of fiction, but if you expect good dialog, flawless grammar and a non-stereotyped story this is not a story for you.*
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Claire Robbins, Amanda Bratton, Vanessa Miller and Grace Powell were all pleased. It was still summer and together they had pulled off a surprise party for Aidan West. It was his eighteenth birthday and they had surprised him in the backyard of Claire's house.
Standing together they laughed at each other as it seemed to be the party of the summer. Every guest invited was in attendance along with several people they had never met. And it appeared that everyone had a reason to celebrate. The four women knew the keys to a successful party. They made sure there were plenty of food and good music. As night began to fall all the young people danced and laughed, while the four women got together and relaxed with some wine.
The small group began chatting as they had some distance to the party.
"I hope Aidan was surprised," Amanda Bratton said. The 39 year old blond woman looked pretty amazing. She was casual dressed in a summer gown that was a low cut which made her ample cleavage being on display. Standing 5'2'' and 112 lbs. the mother of two teenagers relaxed as she looked around and noticed her husband Simon was talking with Claire's husband Walter. She proudly thought, that her figure of 36C-25-38 made an impression on the young teenagers. Amanda was not vain, but loved to look good.
"He was. You should have seen his expression, when he saw all the people in the garden," Claire Robbins laughed. The 41 year old woman's brown eyes sparkled as she was standing 5'3'' and 125 lbs. Claire had elegant chestnut hair, falling in waves down her back. Her white summer dress was perfectly tailored for her, highlighting an impressive body of 36DD-28-35. If you didn't know it, you wouldn't believe she was a mother of three.
"Definitely surprised," Vanessa Miller grinned. Not yet 40, she also made an impressive sight. The married mother of two had a gorgeous face with brown eyes and full, curved, sexy lips. She had no noticeable wrinkles and had dark black hair down to her shoulders and dark caramel colored skin. Vanessa was blessed with a pair of luscious breasts and this day she flaunted her assets in a tight, black, low-cut dress, held up by two straining spaghetti straps. Standing 5'7'' and 130 lbs. she looked around pleased with the admiring glances her 34E-25-35 body received from her son's friends.
"We pulled it off," Grace Powell agreed. The ravishing early-forties redhead was equal to the other women. She stood 5'6'' and 120 lbs., long dark red hair with big green eyes. Her waist was small and her stomach flat, showing no sign that she was the married mother of two teenagers. Her long wavy red hair fell down her back and around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. On her slender frame her breasts looked full and round, and they were by no means small. Her body of 34C-22-33 was smoking hot.
"Can you believe Aidan all grown up. Remember when Trisha died, when he was 11. He was such a sad little boy," Vanessa Miller said.
"Yeah and his father drowned his own sorrows with work," Amanda Bratton continued.
"Lewis was heartbroken, he just couldn't handle being around Aidan," Grace Powell said.
"But as Trisha's best friends we took over. We all took Aidan into our homes and soon it seemed as if he with the loss of one mother gained four substitutes," Claire Robbins replied.
"You're right. He almost like a son to us," Vanessa Miller said.
"And I think we have done real good. Just look at him," Amanda Bratton replied.
The four mature women took in the sight of Aidan West. He had grown up alright, to about 6'3" with the body of an athlete, all muscle. He was handsome as the devil too.
"Yeah, he's no longer a shy and awkward little boy," Grace Powell grinned.
"I know, and if the stories are right he can only be described as a lady-killer. He is handsome, charming and all the girls in school are swarming around him likes bees around honey," Vanessa laughed.
"I overheard some of the girls talking about him, and all they could do the whole time was gush about how gorgeous Aidan looked and how lucky they would be if he chose them to be his date," Claire Robbins laughed.
"Thank God, we're out of high school. Otherwise I think we also would be infatuated with Aidan," Grace laughed and seconds later the other three women joined her.
\-
At the age of 18, with his handsome features, Aidan West had no problem in getting a date with any girl in the high school. His hobby of weightlifting and outdoor sports really helped produce his well-tanned muscular body. Standing at 6'3", 210 lb. and black hair, he was the dream of all the girls in school and he had gotten the well-earned reputation as the school's stud. Aidan just loved to put on the charm, always getting the date he wanted, always getting his way when alone with a lovely girl.
For some time he had loved to date the sweet naive young beauties that attended his high school. He had introduced a lot of innocent teenage girls to the joys of sex, loved the challenge of getting into their sweet panties. He especially enjoyed hearing their screams and moans when he plucked their precious little cherries.
He looked around at the party and laughed to himself, as he tried to recall the number of young girls he had scored with. Surely he would make love tenderly to the young beauties, bringing them to mind-shattering orgasms. This strategy always made them come back for more, and the girls knew they only had him for borrowed time. With Aidan it was always a story of 'lov'em and leav'em'. Once he had broken in an innocent beauty and bedded them a few times, he knew she was his for the asking, anytime he wanted it.
For Aidan the thrill of the conquest was what he was after. It seemed that what he couldn't or shouldn't get was what turned him on the most. He was always after a new challenge to conquer. As he looked around the party his sight fell on the four mothers of his closest friends. The last year and a half he no longer saw them as substitutes mothers, now he saw them as gorgeous women. Tired of fucking teenage girls he had decided to try to seduce the four married women.
Picking up four long-steamed pink roses, he had gotten a friend to pick up for him, he went over to the patio, where the four women were seated. Holding the roses behind his back he greeted them, "Hello ladies. I can't tell you, how much I love this party. You've made me so happy."
"Don't mention it, Aidan. We love to do it. Remember we all love you," Claire smiled back at the handsome young man.
"I never doubted that," Aidan said and with a low voice he continued, "I've never told you all, that I'm aware of the effort you made to make my life joyful. When my mother died I was suffering so much. I didn't know what to do, my father always left me with a babysitter. Then the four of you swept in and took charge. I can't tell you, how much I appreciate what you have done for me. You've made me feel loved, when I was miserable. I can never pay back your generosity, but I hope you'll accept this as a token of my appreciation."
Aidan pulled out the roses and handed one to each of the four women.
The women had all tears in their eyes, but before any of them could say something, Aidan was walking back to his friends.
"Wow," Vanessa Miller said as a tear started to run down her cheek.
"He's so considerate," Grace whispered.
"He's the best," Amanda choked.
"Simply the best," Claire breathed.
\-
A week later Aidan walked into the Bratton house calling out for his friend Justin.
"He's not home, Aidan" Amanda said as she walked down the stairs greeting Aidan with a smile.
"Damn, I'd hoped he would go biking with me. Well then I'll just go alone."
"You know the rules, Aidan. You can't go alone," Amanda said as she took in her son's best friend. She was still amazed by the fact that the boy she had cuddled after his mother's dead had grown into this young man. Well she had to admit to herself, that Aidan had grown up alright, to about 6'3"with the body of an athlete, all muscle. He was handsome as the devil to and from gossip around Amanda knew, he drove all the girls wild. She had watched him grow up from a shy and awkward little boy into a strong handsome man. He had the charm and poise of a man far older and looks that even made her attracted to him at times, especially when she had the chance to study his body at their pool. She had laughed it off as a desperate middle aged woman's need for some loving attention as her marriage with Simon had turned more into a friendship than a passionate relationship.
She was about to say some more, when she glanced down at Aidan's tight bike pants and for the first time really noticed the size and shape of his package. It looked huge. She was appalled by her new awareness around Aidan. She couldn't explain to herself, why she had become so fixated on her son's friend. For Christ sake she had always thought of him like another son, but for some time now she had become aware, that she now reacted more to him as a woman and no longer as a surrogate mother.
"Oh come on Mrs. B. The rule only applied when we were kids," Aidan smiled.
Lost in her own thoughts Amanda almost didn't hear Aidan. She had become keenly aware, that the rumor about Aidan was true. He was very well endowed. She zoomed out for a second fantasizing about being with such a man, then she shook her head as if to stop the wishful thinking of an older woman.
"Rules are rules," She stuttered as she once again focused on the conversation with Aidan.
"When will Justin be back?" Aidan asked as he smiled noticing were Amanda's eyes had lingered.
"Later in the evening. Simon took Julie and Justin to a game."
Aidan realized, that he was alone with Amanda in the house, and quickly decided to seize the opportunity, "Why don't you take Justin's place? You're in great shape and I really want to get out in the mountains today."
"I don't know," Amanda said. "It been awhile and the hills are quite steep and the roads not that great."
"I will lead the way, and you told me I needed a partner. Please be my partner, Mrs. B."
Amanda thought about it. She didn't have anything planned for the day anyway and she would love to be in the company of this hot young jock, so she said, "Alright. But you have to wait as I go change."
"Fine with me. I'll go make your bike ready" Aidan grinned.
As Amanda turned around and walked up the stairs, Aidan took in the sight. She did look good, in fact, for a 39 year old she looked pretty amazing. Only faint laugh lines betrayed her age. Her long honey blonde hair and blue eyes made an impact on every man. Aidan had noticed she wore a casual choice of clothes. As she had stood before him in a simple white T-shirt, the sleeves of which finished high on her arms, the material had fitted snugly to her upper body. It was a low cut which made her ample cleavage being on display. The top was tight and the material thin enough so that Aidan could see the outline of her bra beneath which cupped and lifted her breasts. He was struck by how large they appeared against her slimmer frame, each breast was more than a good handful, the only measurement he cared to use.
He continued to admire her from behind as she walked away. He glanced down at her ass briefly, she was wearing a pair of plain blue jeans which clung tightly to her buttocks. Her bottom was perfect, it looked like it could have belonged to one of the twenty-something girls from college, but was perhaps slightly fuller and rounder. Her legs were slim and equally as toned. Aidan was afforded a perfect view of her perfect ass, when she began walking up the stairs. And yes, it was perfect, heart shaped and firm with a nice bounce as she took each step. And when she walked, it rocked side-to-side in that delicious way that just seems to come naturally to a woman wearing heels. In the span of ten seconds it took Amanda to walk up the stairs, Aidan was entertaining several thoughts of his friend's hot mother in various sexual acts before she was out of sight.
\-
Ten minutes later Amanda walked out the house, turning the key and saw Aidan had made her bike ready. "Well young man I'm ready but please take it slow in the beginning."
Aidan was standing by the bikes carrying a small backpack. Hearing Amanda's voice he looked up ready to joke back, but his eyes captured her round breasts and hard nipples pushing out the skin tight blue top she was wearing. Below his eyes roamed down her flat tummy and into her crotch area where he thought he could see her camel toe.
"I'll take it slow," Aidan replied after some times as Amanda joined him by the bikes. "Let's roll."
\-
The first half an hour were fairly easy roads. There was only one car that passed them, so soon they were biking in the mountains. Amanda was happy with her decision about accompanying Aidan and loved how the banter between them was joyful almost as if they were flirting. She thought to herself, that she just should enjoy the moment and don't over think the situation.
As they reached a steep incline Aidan pulled over and stopped. He grabbed his water bottle and turned to see Amanda doing the same. "Do you want to try and peddle up it or do you want to push your bike, Mrs. B.?"
"Whatever you do I'll do the same," She said slightly out of breath. Amanda was in good shape working out several times a week, so up until now she had had no trouble riding alongside Aidan while talking together. In fact she was really pleased with herself.
"Peddle," he grinned, "But I'll let you set the pace and follow you."
As Amanda took off ahead of him he enjoyed the sight of her firm spandex covered ass.
As they reached the top 25 minutes later they stopped. Aidan pulled over next to Amanda and praise her. "Way to go Mrs. B. That was awesome. You're in great shape."
Almost out of breath Amanda said, "Yeah right...can we please take a minute or two before we continue."
"Fine with me. I'll use the time to take a leak." Aidan responded as he got off his bike and walked around a tree.
As Aidan headed into the woods Amanda looked around and took in the nature. Unintentionally she looked in the direction of Aidan. He was not completely covered by the threes, so she could see him freeing his penis from his shorts. She knew she should look away but when he pulled out his huge soft penis she almost fell of her bike. He was so much larger than Simon and was still soft. She took in the sight, then she thought to herself, "Stop it, he's young enough to be your son and you're a happy married woman. But wow..." She smiled to herself and realized that her heavy breathing no longer only could be explained by the steep climb.
When Aidan came back, they climbed back on the bikes and headed off.
"Let's turn left at the next road," Aidan said after a while. Some while later they pulled into a clearing where there were a small lake.
"Wow it's so beautiful," Amanda said as they got off the bikes.
"I know, I found this place a year ago. I don't think many people know it exist." Aidan said as he put down his bike on the grass. "Let's cool down in the water."
"I don't have my swim wear with me." Amanda replied.
"Don't fret it, Mrs. B. We can keep our bike shorts on and just lose our t-shirts. Afterwards we can dry in the sun," Aidan said as he pulled a blanket from his backpack and spread it out on the grass. He had planned this from the start and wondered if his best friend's mother would go along with his idea.
Amanda was feeling really hot and thought to herself, that Aidan had seen her in her swimwear in the pool at her house, so she wouldn't be showing him more if she kept on her sports bra and bike pants.
Soon the couple were frolicked in the water. Aidan only wore his bike shorts and his huge member was clearly on display. Amanda nipples were also on display as she only was wearing her sports bra on top. Aidan didn't make any move to get closer to Amanda, because he didn't feel it was the right time.
After some time the water was getting cold, and they got out and soon was laying on the blanket on the grassy bank.
Amanda loved how relaxed she felt at the moment, so she turned around and looked into Aidan's eyes. "So, any hot girls in your life, handsome?" She teased him as she had done several times before.
"Nope, not right now," Aidan said.
"What??? How come?" Amanda asked surprised.
"I don't think, I want to tell you." Aidan said as he saw an opportunity.
Amanda just frowned at Aidan and kept still. Plenty of times she had used this strategy with him and Justin, and they had always spilled the beans.
"Okay, if you really want to know. But I can tell you right now that you're going to regret asking me," Aidan said.
Amanda just kept still.
"Alright Mrs. B. For some time I've had enough of teenage girls, they don't know what they want. For some time I've noticed that I'm attracted to more mature women. They are so much more secure in themselves." Aidan said laying out the bait for his best friend's mother.
Hearing this Amanda got silent for a moment. She wiggled her bottom lip side to side as she pondered about what Aidan just had told her.
"You know, Aidan. It's not abnormal for a young man to find an older woman sexy. Don't feel bad about it. It's normal to have those types of thoughts." Amanda said as her pulse quickened.
"But I've had those types of thoughts, when I'm around you Mrs. B. You're thin, fit and so beautiful and you totally turn me on. You're wise, educated, sophisticated, exceptionally good-looking, and everyone adores your lovable personality. How can any girl hold up when I use you as a comparison" Aidan said as he decided to trust his instincts. He sensed that his friend's mother could be seduced.
"Wow. Aidan, I had no idea you felt that way about me. I'm flattered. I am really, really, flattered but I don't know what to say?" Amanda said as the conversation took a direction, she hadn't seen coming. In more than one way she was intrigued. She was pleased that a hot jock found her attractive. She always knew, she was a good-looking woman, but that she could turn on Aidan was a total surprise.
At the same time Aidan knew what he wanted and who he wanted. He was almost shaking and kind of scared, but he was not going to turn back. He wanted this mature beauty and he got up and his elbows, looking down on Amanda.
"Please, let's pretend this never happen," Amanda said anxiously, as she looked her son's best friend up and down once again pausing on the massive bulge in his wet pants. She was not thinking clearly at the moment and she felt a tingling in her body that she had not felt in a long time.
Aidan didn't reply and Amanda noticed he had a look of sheer lust in his eyes. Amanda started to tremble partly from fear, but partly also from a strange sort of feeling she began to have, a feeling of being desired.
Aidan moved closer towards Amanda and bend down with a look of pure animal lust in his face.
Amanda instinctively lashed out with her arm to force him away, but Aidan caught the arm and soon he had pinned both of her arms up above her head.
Amanda was both surprised and kind of excited by Aidan's actions. The rational part of her brain made an effort to get things back to normal as she stuttered, "Aidan, please let me go. If you stop now I won't tell Simon."
Aidan said nothing as his face were inches from hers and his bulge rested up against her spandex covered thigh. He began to slowly grind into her and said softly, "Amanda please forgive me. I've tried to hold back for so long, but now I can't keep my feelings at bay anymore. I need you, I need to be with you."
Once again Amanda tried to resist, "Aidan, please stop. I am a married woman. I have a family I can't do this."
Aidan continued to grind up against her as he started to kiss her on her chin moving along her jawline down to her slender neck and then moved to her chest, using his tongue to explore every inch of her that he could.
Amanda felt, how her body began to respond to the young man's aggressive behavior. Even as she tried to resist, she felt how she began to get wet, her breasts started to swell and her nipples began to harden as Aidan continued to caress her with his tongue.
Aidan sensed, how close he was to make Amanda accept his advances, so he moved down to her breasts and she involuntarily moaned as he began to suck on her nipples through the thin fabric of the sports bra. He released her arms and pulled her bra off revealing her breasts. They were swollen with lust and her nipples were hard. Aidan started to tease the nipples with his tongue and then blew his hot breath on them.
Amanda didn't know what to do. On one side she knew this was so very wrong, but on the other side she felt more alive now, than she had done in several years. Deep down she was excited, that she could make a young man want her so much, that he was willingly to throw away everything for her. She began to moan as Aidan continued to stimulate her pleasure points, and without realizing it she began to grind her hips back against his bulge.
"Aidan please stop this now," she moaned softly trying to hold onto her fidelity to her husband, "We need to stop now."
"Just a little while longer please Mrs. B" Aidan replied as he began to massage her breasts as he suckled on them.
Amanda was getting more and more aroused by this. She didn't want to fight her feelings anymore so she moved her hands from above her head and began to stroke Aidan's hair as he continued to lick and suck on her full breasts. Amanda felt how waves of pleasure began to rip through her as she was brought to orgasm by her son's best friend.
"Oh, my...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Aidan, Pleaaaaaaaaaaaase," the hot housewife cried out as she came.
Aidan let go of Amanda and moved around on the blanket, so he was kneeling down in between her legs.
"Aidan, we shouldn't have done this and we must stop now," Amanda whispered frightened by her own body's reaction to Aidan's caress.
"Just a little while longer," Aidan replied as he began to kiss her stomach and her navel while rubbing his hands up and down her athletic thighs. Amanda felt how her body began to respond again and she began breathing deeply.
"Aidan, please" she moaned, her eyes glazed over now with lust.
"Just let me taste you first Amanda. I need to taste you." He feverish responded.
Amanda felt her pussy begin to tingle, she knew it was wrong and she knew she would lose control so she tried to resist once more. "Aidan, you're almost my son. I've known you since you were a little boy, so let's please stop right now. I am a married woman and have never committed adultery, so please stop," she begged.
Aidan ignored her as he continued his onslaught and moved down to her pussy. Gently he began to use his tongue through the light fabric and said, "Please Mrs. B. Just one taste."
Aidan was so excited at the moment, that he wouldn't stop...no matter what. All that separated his tongue from her pussy was a thin piece of spandex and he sensed Amanda was beginning to weaken.
Amanda didn't know what to do. She had tried to fight it off, to fight off the passion and the burning in her loins. It had been a really long time since she had felt anything like it. Her body screamed at her brain and she could no longer stop it, she needed it and needed it now. "Alright baby..." she cried out.
Aidan pulled down her spandex to reveal her glorious sex. He was kind of surprised she was groomed down there. He hadn't thought about it much but was thrilled to see Amanda was shaved down to a landing strip. Aidan noticed, how her lips were swollen and her clit was easy to find, protruding between them. He spread her legs apart and began to gently lick all around her inner thighs and softly caressing her lips with his tongue. He teased her wet pussy and Amanda gasped, arching her back.
"Wow, she had a hair trigger. This is so cool," Aidan thought to himself as he rubbed her clit in little circles and two fingers easily fit inside her slippery pussy. The third finger was a very tight fit, but Amanda seemed to love it, shoving her pussy up into his hand.
Amanda was losing control and she knew it, but she didn't care she wanted this more than anything right now. It had been a long time since she had felt a mouth on her vagina. As Aidan continued to lick her she moaned "Oh don't stop baby...don't lose it Aidan...baby yes." She was getting closer to another orgasm and began to grind her pussy hard into Aidan's mouth all the while moaning "So good baby...don't lose it...good boy...eat me good."
"Yesssssssssssss I'm cummmmmmmmming," the hot mature woman shrieked as she experienced another climax.
With the beautiful woman writhing about on the blanket beneath him, hips arching as spasms rocked her sexy body, Aidan eagerly lapped up all the honey that she was feeding him while climaxing in his mouth.
"Ohhhh ...ohhhhh...Aidan...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he heard his friend's mother pant out in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm.
As Amanda swooned and slowly drifted back down to earth, Aidan pulled off his shorts and his long hard monster sprung free. He then shuffled up into position and greased up his thick cockhead before giving her his thick piece of meat.
Cunt lips flowering open under the relentless pressure of Aidan's thick manhood, Amanda sucked in a breath of air as she realized, what was about to happen.
"Aidan, please stop I'm scared," she whimpered.
"There is nothing to be scared about Mrs. B. - no one is around. It'll be our secret," Aidan said as he grazed his large cockhead with her juices.
"It's not that..." Amanda whispered and after a small pause continued looking down between her full breasts toward his cock, "It's your penis Aidan. Simon is the only lover I have ever been with and, well... you are very very large."
Hearing this just fueled Aidan's lust for making Amanda his, so he tried to calm her down, "It's alright Amanda, we'll take it very slow and we can stop anytime you would like to." With that he took her hand and move it down toward his long, thick shaft.
Amanda was very tentative about touching her young lover. She just couldn't believe, that this handsome teen was the possessor of a specimen that would make any man proud. He certainly was well-endowed that her husband, that was for sure...and by far! Both in thickness and in length! Amanda caressed Aidan's cock and her inhibitions once again melted away.
She positioned the head at her opening and smiled a little fearful at Aidan. Using both hands Amanda fed the very tip of Aidan's penis into her hot, wet cunt. Both of them groaned as they felt the contact.
"Please take it slow," she looked into his eyes as she spoke.
Aidan took charge and began to lean forward and put more weight onto his married lover. Slowly, so slowly, his immense cock head spread her cunt lips apart. Farther and farther they stretched until Amanda feared that they might split from the pressure. But they didn't, instead they snapped over the rim of his dick head and his unbelievable thick shaft began to slowly slide into her. Inch after inch penetrated her sopping wet pussy as she groaned and moaned in excitement.
Aidan had been fantasizing about this moment at least a thousand times, but none match the reality. He pushed again and Amanda took another inch of his cock. He could tell this was going to be a tight fit, but had no intention of stopping as he heard his friend's mother moan and he pushed further forward feeding her another inch of his long thick shaft.
Aidan smiled as he looked down on his married lover. Her body showed her desire, as her nipples were rock hard and her cunt muscles were holding his cock almost vise-like. He bend down and kissed her. Amanda let out a huge moan and responded as she pressed her tongue inside his mouth.
Amanda's arms had found their way around her young lover's neck, and her eyes were now filled with both fear and desire. She looked down between her gently swaying breasts to see the progress and was surprised, his shaft still had inches to go before he was buried inside of her. "Oh, Aiiiiiiiiiiiidan...so big..you're so bigggggggggggggggggg! Ooooooooooooooo!" she cooed as her son's friend expertly speared himself into her.
Giving the moaning married woman a deep passionate kiss, feeling her pointed tongue battling with his, Aidan leaned into her and slid even more of his boner up into her. It was now quite tight and he correctly suspected that he was slicing up into virgin territory at this point. Breaking the kiss, he tongued her ear and whispered "Oh, Mrs. B., just as I dreamed, so soft, so beautiful and so fucking unbelievable tight!" Chuckling inwardly to himself over his conquest of this hot mature woman, Aidan thrust his thick boner into the beauty's snug little cunt.
Now Amanda did everything she could to help her young lover enter her. She was trying to keep herself from being split open by his huge organ as she spread her legs wide apart to help Aidan push his huge cock more deeply into her with each stroke. "Oh, God Aidan. I love it, don't stop," Amanda moaned, "I love the way you cock feels in my vagina. I love it...I want it in me...aarrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh!!"
Aidan grasped her soft legs and raised her toes until they were high above him, so she was under his complete control. As he continued to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Amanda, she began to wail and her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. He smiled down at his friend's stunning mother as he felt how his huge pole finally bottom out in one of the most beautiful women he had ever known. Aidan made his strokes deliberate, long drawn out penetrations repeated again and again with a tantalizing rhythm.
Amanda could feel, how she was losing herself and Aidan groaned as she began scratching his back her long nails responding to his powerful thrust inside her pussy. Amanda hooked her slender legs around his thin waist to animate her young lover even more. She felt, how her actions spurred Aidan on, as he began to pound into her even faster. She began to wail, while she was writhing and twisting under his powerful muscular body. Her heaving breasts were covered with sweat, and were bouncing back and forth as he used his massive hard-on to nail her to the ground.
Aidan was now pounding into Amanda with abandon, and she was bucking back at him, while screaming and clawing his back with her nails leaving scratches. Aidan rose off his elbows and pushed himself up and looked down at his married lover's full round tits, bouncing around. Her thick, pink nipples were swollen and pushed out invitingly from the wide, dark circles of flesh that surrounded them. Aidan bent his large frame and took one into his mouth, biting it lightly, teasing it with his tongue. Amanda moaned and arched her back upwards. Aidan bit harder, sinking his teeth into her skin.
This pushed Amanda over the edge, and with a scream of delight, she arched high into the air, stiffened, and exploded into orgasm. Her body spasm and twisted as an overwhelming current of pure, carnal pleasure ripped through every nerve in her body.
Aidan looked down at this gorgeous, married woman and felt a huge spasm in his balls. He could sense, he would cum in a matter of seconds, so he really began to jackhammering into her with his long, hard shaft. Soon he reached his climax and speared his long pole deep into Amanda's pussy and unleashed a torrent of sperm into his friend's mother's womb, filling her hungry cunt to overflowing. He pumped a few more times until he finally finished erupting into her womb claiming every inch of her pussy as his own.
Aidan moved around, so he was on his back with Amanda on top of him. His huge tool still buried deep inside her married pussy. Both breathed heavily. For several minutes, they just tried to recover from their exertions.
\-
Coming to after literally being fucked out of her mind, Amanda crossed her arms to cover her nakedness, she looked about as she sat up shivering upon the blanket. She lifted herself off Aidan and felt how his jizz streamed out of her pussy. Realizing where she was and what she had done with the handsome young jock, Amanda was filled with guilt in having violated her marital vows for the sake of sexual pleasure. She quickly got down to the lake. She tried to wash all the sperm out of her sore vagina, when she heard Aidan join her. As she felt his hand in her shoulder, she just said, "Please don't touch me right now."
Aidan did as asked and soon after they were both dressed and back on the bikes. Without talking they made it home to the Bratton's house and Amanda rushed in without saying goodbye.
As Aidan started peddling home he just grinned. He had fucked his friend's married mother and during the act she had clearly loved it. The remorse afterward were only natural, so he decided to give her some time to think about it. But the experience would always be with him, and no one could take that away from him. He had boned Mrs. B really good and she had screamed really loud. He thought to himself, "Well one down, three more to go." | literotica |
Title: Dragon Clans Bk. 01 Pt. 21
Tags: action adventure, erotic adventure, erotic thriller, erotic suspense
Michael sat on the couch; Tera and Valerie still slept within each other's arms.
The morning had found him feeling better, there was still the nagging feeling of his energy being drained but was much more tolerable now.
Having Valerie and Tera close seemed to help balance the feelings he had been experiencing since arriving in Nogardshire the day before.
Watching them sleep, curled in each other's arms, it came to him that perhaps the reason neither of them had mentioned his offer to move in was due to the fact that they had found something together.
Michael shook his head, his fingers moving slowly through his hair, 'It's useless to guess, they will tell you when their ready,' he thought to himself.
They had kicked off the blankets since he left and happened upon Ian.
Valerie was closest to him, her auburn hair tousled and wild falling over her back. The white shirt she wore pulled up high, the soft curve of her thigh exposed almost to the point where her treasures were hidden.
Valerie's arm lay over Tera's bare shoulder. They were spooned together in what could only be called a lovers embrace.
Michael watched them, lost in the curve and motion and stillness in that open timeless instant.
Tera was the first to stir. Arms slipping over her head, she stretched like a great feline, muscles tensing and releasing trying to shake off the stillness of sleep. Her eyes slowly scanned the room, coming to rest on Michael's smiling face.
"Good morning," Michael said, his breath catching a bit as her full firm breasts capped with hard brown nipples came into view as she turned.
"Good morning to you," Tera's deep sultry whisper brought a flush to Michael's face as he watched her turn to her side facing Valerie, propping her head up on her hand.
Tera's fingertips moved lightly over Valerie's arm, Michael could see the muscle flex as the fingers traced their way from just above her elbows to land where their fingers intertwined as Valerie finally awoke.
"Good morning,"
Valerie said it with passion, in a hushed sensuous tone.
Her head moved from the pillow, Michael watched as if in slow motion as Valerie's head moved slightly towards Tera's.
Her hand moved from Tera's, sliding up Tera's arm, coming to rest behind her head as their lips met.
It was a soft sensual kiss. From Michael's vantage point, it projected love, desire, warmth, comfort and need all in an instant.
Tera returned the kiss, her eye's never leaving Michaels, mirroring the emotions that Michael found in the movements.
Valerie pulled back a bit, Michael assumed looking into Tera's eyes.
Her head began to turn first before the movement translated to the rest of her body.
Michael watched the little details, capturing them with a clarity that was almost frightening in its detail.
Hair moving across her back.
Torso twisting at the waist momentarily before the hips joined the motion.
Supple calves rubbing together as the intended turn reached them.
Then, as if time sped up her eyes were locked with his; Michael was lost for a moment in their depths.
"And good morning to you," Valerie said as her legs swung off the bed, parting for a moment providing a view Michael would not be able shake from his memory no matter how many years passed beyond this one.
Warm hands slid to his cheeks and then her lips were on his, warm and supple they only joined his for a moment before they were gone, only the lingering tingle of their promise remaining as Valerie turned, walking into the bathroom.
'Breathe, you have to breathe,' he thought to himself as his eyes shifted back to Tera.
She was exposed now from head to toe, only her small panties covering the junction between her legs hiding the barest fraction of her. Smiling she climbed out of bed and slid into his lap.
"How are you feeling," she asked, the concern palpable in her voice.
"Better, than yesterday..." sliding his hand over her bed warm thigh, her muscle tensing then rippling under his touch, "...now, better than five minutes ago," Michael's husky response brought a sparkle to Tera's eyes.
"I'm glad, we were worried about you," she said as her lips gently brushed his.
He reached for her, but she was already up and moving away towards the bathroom.
"When's breakfast, I'm starving," Tera said as she disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.
Michael let out the breath he had been holding for what seemed the last ten minutes. He wasn't sure what that just was, but whatever it was, it worked for him. .........
Breakfast was a quick affair, Ian, Millie and Valerie all having last minute things to do. The festival was set to begin this evening with some kind of opening ceremony that all three were evasive about when asked.
After breakfast Michael and Tera were left to their own devices as the others went off to their tasks.
"Shall we take a walk?" Michael asked turning towards Tera and taking her hand after kissing Valerie on the cheek before she dashed off.
"That sounds like a plan," she said giving his hand a brief squeeze as they walked towards the door.
The day was gray, a moderate breeze blew from the north, it's bite moving through the two of them as they walked down the winding path towards the town.
"I love you," Michael said without turning, his thoughts moving and encompassing his surroundings and the woman at his side.
The trees were almost bare, their leaves being blown by the ever-present wind. Michael felt the brief tug on his hand and he stopped, turning towards Tera.
"Why," she asked, her eyes held a searching, wanting need that surprised Michael. Her hand coiled tighter around his, as if asking the question had somehow cost her, that within the asking of this simple question lay untold depth and meaning.
Slipping his other hand into hers he faced her, taking in the tension of her jaw line, the way her body seemed to gravitate towards his but she restrained the impulse.
"I have loved three women in my life, love is not a term that I have ever been able to use loosely. The first was my wife; I didn't know that the eternal bond that she and I shared would be something that would be lost to me so quickly. After her loss I never thought I would love again," Michael paused, pulling Tera closer to him; she did not resist the pull and found herself pressed tightly to his warm chest. His lips, close to her ear, his breath warm, heating the skin in touched sent shivers through her body as he continued.
"Then there was Valerie and you. Valerie hit me like a ton of bricks, the moment I saw her I knew that there was something between us, something magical and ancient, similar to what I shared with Sasha. This caused me great pain, it was as if I was betraying her memory by the feelings I had for Valerie. After finally putting the wounds of Sasha's loss into perspective, I was able to see Valerie for who she was, not through a filter of what I felt for Sasha."
"That brings me to you, my warrior my valkyrie who, from the moment we met, has been trying to protect me at all costs, who offers me her love and desire with such heartfelt wonder that I find myself lost within it. Why do I love you Tera Cole, because you fill me with a desire the likes of which I have never known, you empower me to be more than I am. You accept me, flaws and all, you give me your strength willingly and when I touch you I simply know that you are...mine." Michael finished dropping his head slowly to her neck, reveling in the feeling of her warm supple flesh next to his.
Tera's breath was coming in deep gulps, she felt as if she had run a marathon. Michael's answer to her question completed a circuit within her heart and soul, she didn't just hear his words, his declaration of his feelings, she felt them, they radiated off him in waves that she felt as pure love, pure desire, pure intent.
Pulling her head back she looked into his eyes, the pure browns were interspersed now with red and gold flecks, as if a fire had been stoked behind them, a fire that burned just for her.
The kiss started before either of them realized it, one moment they were looking in each other's eyes, the next they were connected.
Their lips played over each others, Michaels tongue slid against Tera's, their bodies conformed to each other in an intimate and passionate display that simply swept them both up in the pure force of their connection.
"I love you, Michael," Tera said as the kiss finally broke and their heads fell to each other's shoulders.
"Thank you for loving me, you and Valerie mean everything to me, I can't imagine my life without either of you," Michael whispered as their bodies moved apart.
They slowly continued their walk down the hill hand in hand, both feeling more loved than they ever had, both knowing that there was more to explore within the depth of this love and passion and need they felt.
For while this was a wondrous thing that was between them, both knew that it was incomplete, that only with Valerie joined to both of them, and them to her were they totally complete.
There was a profound silence between them as they turned the corner, a silence born of their growing bond, of their knowing that the other would always be there.
The town was bustling with shopkeepers and people making the final preparations for the festival.
The tight streets lined with small shops and homes gave off a feeling of impending as Michael and Tera walked down the cobblestone lane. It was as if something was building, unseen, but palpable in its energy.
"Michael, Tera," Valerie said, as the pair turned towards her, smiles lighting up both of their faces as Valerie jogged up behind them.
"I was looking for you," she said to both of them, returning the smiles that she was given.
Valerie placed light kisses on first Michael's lips and then Tera, both their heartbeats rose at the brief but warm connection.
Standing there between Valerie and Tera, Michael started to feel strange. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his heartbeat increased. It was as if something had turned a corner, shifted out of a shadow, was approaching with an ominous intent and there was nowhere to run from it's coming.
"What is it," Tera whispered, she had felt the tension slip around him like a snake coiling to strike. Looking at his face she gasped at the pale countenance she found there.
"Something is wrong, Tera, something is wrong," Michael said, his voice hoarse, as if each word took an immense amount of energy to bring forth.
Scanning the crowd, Tera kept Michael and Valerie behind her, back squarely between them. She could feel them both, Michael's body pulled tight like a bow string ready to loose it's arrow and Valerie's, tense like a cornered animal wondering which way to run.
Tera turned in a slow three sixty pulling the bodies of her mates along the arc. Her training kicked in and her focus narrowed and broadened at the same time.
The shopkeeper placing fresh bread on the stand just outside her shop, bits of flour dusted in her hair.
The lorry parked at the curb, an older man within, only his hands visible as they hefted the parcels down to the younger man who was distracted by the two women walking and laughing beside the truck.
The light changed as her vision shifted, a cloud covered the sun, subduing the light, creating new shadows and reflections.
The old Renault next to the antique shop seemed out of place, it took Tera a moment to register that it was parked directly against the building, almost touching it, not in an actual parking place with the drivers door unopenable because of the wall of the building.
A reflection in a puddle underneath the car caught her eye as she looked over the car again, and she saw the flashing red light reflected in its dark onyx face.
Tera began to move instinctively, her hand slipping away from behind her where it kept contact with Michael and Valerie.
Michael sensed the motion, felt more than saw that Tera was about to move off with a purpose, he could feel the kinetic energy building up within her form.
"Stop Her!" Aoife's voice echoed in his head and pulled his attention back to the moment.
"No!" Michael yelled as his hand snaked out and grabbed Tera's wrist, he pulled her back, swiveling her around, pushing both her and Valerie to the ground.
"Let....," Tera started.
And then the air simply became too thin to breath, her words cut off in an instant of pressure and sound.
There are stages to an explosion, Tera had experienced them before. People watch on television, the test explosions see the destruction, but being in the middle of it is something you never forget and hope you never experience again.
The concussion at the moment of ignition compresses the air around you, as the oxygen is sucked into the void to feed the destruction to come. There is a millisecond where you feel as if you will be pulled along with it, lending your own matter to the consuming fire to come.
At that point, just before you feel the laws of physics are about to be broken the process reverses itself as the potential of the device is given form in realty.
The pressure then pushes back, every inch of your body feels it, you are pushed beyond the well regimented pull that gravity has trained your muscles to react to, vast amounts of force are applied in such a totally complete way upon your body that you know this is what death must feel like.
And then the sound comes. A noise so loud and so deafening that you immediately loose the ability to comprehend it, it is simply something you must withstand.
The visual impact of being close to a large explosion varies based on the distance, type of explosion and surroundings. This one bathed the street in a striking white light that overloaded the optic nerve, bathing everything after the blast in a murky twilight.
Michael's first thoughts, lying on the ground, the air thick with an acrid smoke that burned his lungs was for the women beneath him.
He could feel their forms under his, understood logically that if he was coherent enough to think the thoughts then they should be alright, but there is always the primal fear of loss in such moments, of being too slow, of some random capricious act of the universe taking what is yours.
The bodies below him shifted under his weight, both trying to get their bearings, it was with an overwhelming sense of relief that Michael moved off them, shifting to the ground beside them, taking in the scene before him for the first time through tear and ash filled eyes.
A small crater had formed in the spot where the Renault had been only seconds before. The building that it was parked next to was mostly gone, flames licking out from the tattered remains of second story windows.
The lorry had been flipped over; through the slowly clearing smoke the arm of a man could be seen underneath the crushed cab of the vehicle. The man who was in the back was now hanging over the gate of the truck, his lifeless form covered in livid black scorch marks.
Michael stood and walked towards the carnage, hoping against hope to find someone that may have survived.
"You, can't," Tera said as she gently but firmly grabbed onto Michael's shoulder stopping his forward motion. He turned to her, registering in her eyes both relief and fear.
"But someone..." Michael started and then stopped as he turned towards the scene once again.
"Yes," Tera said as she moved closer to him, her arm slipping around his waist as Valerie's slipped around hers. "Someone did this on purpose, the why and the how may never be known, but yes, someone purposely placed a bomb among innocents, for the sole purpose of killing as many of them as they could," Tera finished, here tone hollow and deadly, the voice of someone who had, in the span of her life, taken the lives of such monsters, and in so doing took on a bit of their insanity as her own.
Pulling Tera to him, Michael buried her in his arms, feeling Valerie doing the same from behind her. It took a few moments but finally Tera let it go, her body untensed, she sagged against Michael's chest, black, silent tears running down here cheeks.
This is how Ian found the three as he came to the scene, fire trucks just behind.
"Are you three alright," an almost frantic Ian asked.
Pulling apart but not pulling away from each other the three shell-shocked people looked at him and nodded.
With a sigh Ian shook his head and moved off towards the scene, directing the emergency personnel towards the various areas affected by the explosion.
Millie took charge of the three walking wounded. Arriving with Ian she was all too aware of what this probably meant, knew that it was only the beginning.
"Come with me," Millie said as she walked behind the trio, placing a gentle hand on both Michael and Valerie's shoulders maneuvering them, with Tera in the middle, slowly to the waiting car.
"We need to get out of the way and let them work," she said as her charges numbly got into the car.
The short drive back to the castle passed in silence, all four of them lost for the moment in the internal struggles everyone goes through to make such horrific things as this part of who they are. .........
Nicholas watched the live feed on his laptop, the amount of destruction was a little less than he had hoped for, and that damn Mr. Dane was no where near as hurt as he had hoped.
But the look on Ian's face had been priceless, but then Nicholas always did have more than a passing appreciation for others suffering.
Happily for Nicholas, Ian was not one to disappoint.
"You can leave the area now," Nicholas said into the small microphone at his lips.
'Shows over for now,' he thought as he stood and stretched, looking forward too the upcoming festival more so than most who were to be in attendance. .........
Millie had sent the three of them into the castle without her, she wanted to get back to the scene and help in away should could, even if that was just to be there for Ian.
"I need to take a shower," Michael said absently, dropping his shirt on the floor before reaching the threshold.
Michael did not do powerless well, seeing instant and unwarranted death and destruction up close had rattled his normally calm and allowing demeanor.
Valerie was not far behind Michael, although the incident on the road had provided her with a bit more understanding of how cold and brutal the world could be.
Valerie and Tera stayed where they were for a few minutes, both women using the moment to regain some balance, to find their own peace with what had happened.
"Why are things like this happening so often now?" Valerie asked Tera as she sat down on the bed slowly unbuttoning her ash-covered shirt.
"Ever since Michael showed up in England it seems that violence has been following in his shadow," Valerie sighed dropping the shirt to the floor, her leg coming up to remove her boots.
"Something is going on, I think you Uncle and Millie know a lot more than they are telling us," Tera responded as she watched Valerie stand and remove her skirt.
"These things are hard on people, especially those not trained to deal with them, hell training only goes so far, some things are just too much for anyone to handle," Tera said with sigh as she turned away from Valerie, looking out the window, wondering how much more they could take before someone finally broke.
Valerie's hands slid around Tera's waist from behind, pulling her close, simply sharing the others space, letting her know that she was not alone.
Tera turned and hugged Valerie to her, grateful for the younger womans presence and warmth.
"Come on, Michael could probably use a hug as well," Valerie said pulling away from Tera, the look in her eye spoke volumes of the comment, it was a healing moment that Valerie wished all three of them to share.
Stripping off her clothes, Tera followed Valerie towards the bathroom, the burden of the day still weighing heavily on her but still, just a bit lighter than it had. Such is the nature of having lovers to share such things with. ............
"There was nothing any of you could have done," Aoife's comforting tone did little to assuage Michael's feelings.
'That may be true, but it is still just wrong, and being witness to it, of being present and effected by it means that there is some accountability. I know that I couldn't do anything to stop it, that doesn't change the fact that it took a bit of my soul,' Michael thought in return as the warm water carried away the lingering physical signs of the explosion.
Michael watched as the grayish black water swirled around his feet, wondering at how much destruction and violence had found their way to his life in the last few weeks.
'It's me isn't it Aoife, there is something about me, something about me being here, you, all of it that is behind these things. There have been too many things for it to be mere coincidence, what is it, why am I here, what is to come,' Michael asked in his head, the water filling the space with a thick fog like steam that obscured everything. He could have been in a roman bath or his shower back home in Florida, it took on the ethereal feeling of being out of space and time, reflecting Michael's own frame of mind.
'The time will come soon Michael, you will know all the answers, have all the history, you'll be able to choose, one way or another, there is not much time left. I am sorry for the pain and violence, it is the nature of transitions that things become so. You have the strength and the will, both your own and that of those...who love you,' Aoife said as she receded from his mind.
Michael sighed, he was getting tired of "soon" being the answer to most of his questions.
Head rising into the warm stream of water, hands slowly moving through his hair, Michael heard the latch on the shower door click. Turning he watched as two forms entered the shower, their features obscured, turning them from flesh and blood into ephemeral shades that moved to his sides. He felt their hands encircle him, felt his universe shift as it always did, knew in that moment that no matter what may come next, they would face it together.
Michael was the first to exit the shower. None of them had spoken. They simply stood there and held each other, enveloped in a warm safe space for a brief moment. Simply reveling in each other's proximity, understanding that they were not now and never would be...alone.
He felt better as the towel traveled over his body, now looser from the tensions of the day, everything would work out, everything would be as it would.
Wrapping the towel around his waist he glanced back over his shoulder, a smile found it's way to his lips watching the two clouded forms move within the shower, it was a smile of comfort, the kind that come from knowing you do not face the future on your own.
The phone ringing by the bed brought Michael back to the moment. Moving over to the bed he picked up the receiver.
"Hello, this is Michael," he said.
It was a solemn Ian on the other end.
"How are the three of you," Ian asked, his tone that of a man who had been pushed to far beyond his limits.
"We are doing ok Ian, it took awhile for all of us to process but I think we are in good shape, is there anything we can help with?" Michael asked, wanting to try and help take some of the burden if he could.
"We have everything pretty much under control, I have people onsite working to find out what happened and who is responsible. It has hit the town very hard we are a tight nit group and something like this effects everyone." Ian said with emotion that was not lost on Michael.
"What will happen with the festival?" Michael asked, certain that it would be postponed or canceled.
"It will go on as scheduled, we have increased security and started sweeps of the area every 15 minutes, the festival needs to go on, it will go a long way to helping the town heal."
Michael thought about this, his first reaction had been to cancel, but that was a reaction based in fear, which was the intent of such actions to begin with.
He was impressed that Ian, who was much closer to the people in this town, understood that, finding the pure action within a circumstance that must have been profoundly emotional for him.
"I understand, it is the right choice to make, is there anything I can do to help," Michael asked.
"Simply be there this evening for the opening ceremony, it will take place about 8pm, Valerie knows where. I am sorry we didn't have a chance to talk more today, perhaps this evening or tomorrow, I'll see you this evening, take care of Valerie and Tera." Ian said as he hung up.
Michael sat on the bed watching the slowly fading light, wondering what it must be like to feel that kind of responsibility for so many people, not only to the people, but the place they live, its' history, and making sure that history is secure. .........
"Where is Nicholas," Ian asked Nigel, his voice dripping with venom and malice.
"It took us awhile to track him once he left England, he turned up in France but by the time our team was in a position to place eyes on, he had already left. Current whereabouts are still unknown, we believe he is back in the U.K," Nigel paused taking a long swallow of his Port before continuing.
"The team in France tracked him to a farmhouse, it was a smoldering ruin by the time they arrived, there were two bodies found in the rumble, initial data suggests they were tortured and murdered. We have been monitoring everything and called in a few favors with the Yard, I hope to have an update within the hour. Sweeper teams uncovered two more devices, one on the festival grounds, one...in a delivery for the castle." Nigel concluded. Eyes closed and fingers rubbing his temples he couldn't remember a longer more hectic few weeks.
"Find him Nigel, I don't care what it costs, find him, I made the mistake of letting him go once, I had hoped he would get the message, it appears I was wrong," Ian said as he stood from his desk and began to pace in front of the large stone fireplace.
For the last several days Ian had been plagued by nightmares, he now understood that the nightmare was real, that the time had come to stand in the face of the future and do what must be done to ensure that the promise it holds can be fully realized.
"Get some rest Nigel, I know you are doing everything you can, we won't go out for the ceremony for a few hours and we will all need to be at our sharpest. See if you can track down Millie for me and ask her to join me, get yourself something to eat and take as much of a break as you can. I think we will all need as much energy as possible to get through the next few days." Ian said placing a hand on his old friends shoulder.
"I'll find her for you, and everything will work out Ian, it always does," Nigel said as he stood and walked slowly towards the door, shoulders straightening, strides more purposeful with each that fell. ...............
"This is the best roast beef sandwich I have ever had," Michael said between mouthfuls.
Valerie and Tera smiled as they watched him eat, all of them were glad for the distraction a little food and conversation provided.
They had been hungry after the incident this morning. It took a bit of time but they all finally found their way to the kitchen which was abandoned as the cooks and servants who would normally be bustling about were all at the festival site preparing for the ceremony.
A quick inventory found fresh roast beef, aged Swiss cheese and a loaf of French bread. All that was missing was the wine.
Michael sat at the granite island, watching Tera and Valerie move about the room.
Valerie was at the refrigerator, she wore tight fitting riding pants that left very little to the imagination. More than once, both here and in the room, Valerie had turned to find him simply staring at her ass, the look of hunger in his eyes as he would finally look up and meet hers was thrilling and a bit scary all at the same time, she had never felt so wanted by anyone. Calf length leather boots, one of which was currently perpendicular to the floor as she reached into the refrigerator looking for something to drink, gave the impression of being painted on more than worn. They flexed and moved fluidly with the muscle beneath as Valerie closed the door and moved to sit across from Michael. As she sat, Michael once again became lost in the curves her white angora sweater highlighted.
She watched him as she took a sip of the orange juice she had found, once again pleased by his attention.
Tera watched the two of them, she smiled at Valerie's easy flirtations with Michael, his open and easy reactions to both of them filled her with passion, and hope that their future would hold the discovery of the depths of the feelings they have, up until now, only scratched the surface of.
Tera walked towards Michael, the movement caught his eye and he swiveled in her direction.
The black jeans she wore did nothing to hide the muscular definition of her legs, she didn't move so much as stalk. There was a grace and power and intention to her movements, which gave her a sensually lethal aura that Michael found captivating.
Straddling him she sat on his lap, their eyes met for an instant and then she was kissing him, hands curling in his hair as their tongues battled. When she finally released him and took a long deep breath she did not know who had won that battle, actually, she didn't care.
The trio's energy was broken by a noise off towards the dining room. A moment later Millie and Ian appeared, they were both cloaked in shadow, their silhouettes visible but not the details, Ian was leaning into her, the murmur of their conversation made it's way towards the three but that was all, there was only the acknowledgement of sound no detail within it's cadence.
With a final hug Ian slipped from Millie's arms and disappeared into inky blackness beyond the doorway. Millie watched the space in the darkness where he had disappeared, a sense of foreboding engulfing her as their just finished conversation replayed through her mind.
Trying to shake off the melancholy, vowing to have the strength for what may be required, her back straightened as she finally turned from the doorway and approached the three of them who hurriedly looked away, caught, and knowing it, in a supremely human moment of voyeurism.
Michael noticed a bit of redness around the older womans eyes, undoubtedly this had been a hard day on her as well. Instinctually he rose and pulled her into a warm embrace, understanding that in this moment, a bit of comfort could and did, mean everything.
Millie did not pull away from Michael's embrace; she fell into it, feeling his heat and concern, finding the comfort within his arms that was his intention.
"Thank you," Millie whispered as she pulled away gently from him, her hand tracing down from his shoulder to his hand, which she held in a strong embrace.
"What can we do," Michael asked the sincerity of his words were reflected in his deep brown eyes.
Millie was caught in their depths for a moment, finding herself suffused by their depth and energy. Shaking herself she smiled broadly looking away from him.
"We can make for the festival and have a wonderful evening," Millie said, her smile genuine, but the shadow of fear that crossed her eyes not being missed by anyone.
The four of them walked from the kitchen, each lost within their own thoughts of the day and what the future may hold.
All of them knowing that the future rarely provides anything close to what our thoughts of it...may be. | literotica |
Title: Saguaro Sky - Part Three - You can lead a horse to water by Otter Miqmah
Tags: Autofellatio, Cowboy, Coyote, Drama, Exhibitionism, Horse, M/M, Nudity, Shower, Story Series, Summer, Teasing, ranch
Howdy y'all! Ready for another episode of Saguaro Sky? In today's episode, we have adult situations and language, so no kiddies, please. Also, I don't want any bandits stealing my characters without permission! Now pop some popcorn and plop yourself down in front of your computer monitor as we join our two young cowboys right where we left them last week! Yee haw!
**Saguaro Sky**
**Part Three - You can lead a horse to water**
The coyote looked up at the horse who was still looking off to the fire on the edge of the ranch.
"What should we do?" Don asked, looking back at the flickering light in the darkness.
"We check it out, that's what," Hal said, unlatching the gate and walking out, still dripping from the shower.
"Tonight? Now?" Don said, reluctant to follow the horse who was making his way to the house. As the coyote walked up to the door, he heard Hal stumbling around in the dark. "Should I turn on the generator?" Don said, opening the screen door again.
"No, they probably think we're asleep since we blew out the candles."
Don heard the sound of jeans sliding up legs, so he walked over and rummaged for some clothes too.
Eventually, Hal clicked on a flashlight to make sure it worked, and shone it on the rifle on the wall and walked over to it.
"Do you really think that is necessary?" Don said as he slipped on a shirt.
"The letter said we'd need it." Hal pulled the gun off the rack and held it, turning off the flashlight.
"Do you even know how to shoot one of those?"
"No idea, but it's mostly for show. I'm not going to load it."
"Good idea. I don't think anyone is going to mess with you with a gun."
They walked outside and started in the direction of the fire. As they passed the shower stall, Don picked up the hat and plopped it back onto Hal's head.
"For luck?" the coyote said in the darkness. He could see a slight nod from Hal's silhouette and they kept moving.
As the clearing of the complex started to become more rugged and filled with plants, Hal turned on the flashlight again.
"Don't walk into any cactuses, ok?" he said as he tried to keep the light low to the ground so it was less noticeable from a distance
They walked along the quiet desert landscape, Hal leading the way and Don following, passing tall saguaro cactuses, and getting brushed with low thorny bushes.
"I can see why people wear boots around here," Don said after getting a particularly deep scratch.
Something moved in front of them and hid behind a bush and Don jumped.
"It's probably just some critter, don't worry," Hal said, trying to hide that his hand was shaking, but the jittering flashlight wasn't helping. "Keep moving."
As they walked along the bumpy earth, Don walked up to Hal's side.
"So, I didn't know you knew how to deep throat," Hal said, awkwardly trying to get a conversation going to calm his nerves.
"I didn't. It just kind of happened."
"Oh," Hal said, stepping over a small barrel cactus.
"I didn't know you could suck yourself off."
"Yeah. I have been able to since ninth grade."
"Lucky you."
"I guess. So, what is with the knot thing?"
"I don't know; it's just what canines have. Guess I never really thought anything of it."
"Kinda kinky, don't you think," Hal said, chuckling.
"I'll show you kinky, just get me some chains," Don said. Hal wasn't sure if he was joking or not so he just nervously laughed.
"I think we're getting close," Hal said, looking off and seeing a tent near the fire.
"Better turn off the flashlight."
Hal switched off the light and the two crept quietly through the desert to the camp. They hid behind a bush, looking at the setup. There was an old canvas tent with a clothesline connecting to a pole off in the distance with some drying long johns on it.
"It looks like a movie," Don whispered in Hal's ear.
"Yeah, but where is the guy?" he whispered back.
The flap of the tent violently flew open, and they both jumped and hid a little farther behind the bush. An old, gruff looking bobcat in a pair of overalls tottered towards them with a bottle of whisky in his paw. He groaned as he squatted down on a stool next to the fire with his back to them.
"What do we do?" Don whispered as the cat bent down and poked the fire with a large stick.
"I don't know."
They watched as the cat leaned a little too far forward and almost fell face first into the fire, but caught himself, dropping the bottle. He frantically picked the slowly empting piece of glass from the dusty ground and brushed it off before taking a few gulps.
"Does everyone drink constantly around here?" Don asked.
Hal just looked forward and started to walk out from behind the bushes. Don looked on nervously before quickly joining him.
Hal's heavy hoof's crushed the gravel on the ground loudly, letting the inebriated cat know of his presence. The bobcat quickly turned around on his stool and looked at the horse and coyote silently. He was just a silhouette against the fire.
"Can I help you?" Hal said, hiding the fear in his voice.
"Well, look what we have here," The cat said with a deep, gravelly voice. "S'pose you twos the ones who moved inta Pety's old cabin now, huh? Recognize that hat. Well, I was here first, so back off. Only room for one squatter here."
They watched as the cat almost fell off the small stool again.
"We're not squatters. Now get off my land," Hal said, lifting the riffle at his side just enough for the cat to notice.
The cat looked down.
"Ahh, is that how this is going to play?" The cat reached down into his overalls and pulled out a pistol and held it up in the air next to his head.
Don's fist clenched tight enough that it cracked his knuckles, but he dared not show anything close to fear.
"Just leave old man," Hal said in a very stern voice. "This isn't your land."
"Old man?" the cat said, seemingly offended by the comment. "I ain't old... I'm... I'm mature." He pulled on the one strap holding his overalls up with his thumb and puffed out his chest proudly.
Hal just cocked the gun. "Last chance."
The cat clicked his pistol too and they lifted it to each other. Don stood frozen, not sure what to do. The two duelers stood there for what seemed like hours, staring each other down, waiting for the other to do something.
"Yerr a stubern one, I can tell," Said the cat, breaking the silence as his hand started to wobble from the strain of holding the pistol.
"Damn straight. Now get off my land, because one of us is leaving here in a box, and it's not going to be me."
"Hal," Don said, reaching over to the Horse's arm, startling him.
The blast of light and the loud bang spooked them all, and the sound of a ricocheting bullet hitting the ground made the cat dive for cover. But, being drunk, he just flailed on his stool, landing backwards into the fire, his left ear catching fire.
Don covered his ears as the bobcat's screams pierced through the night. The flaming creature rolled out of the fire, patting down his head, shrieking in pain. As he stopped the flame, the smell of burn fur hit Don and Hal's noses and Hal lifted up his gun again and aimed it towards the bobcat as he laid there. Don just looked over at the horse, stunned.
"Don't shoot!" The bobcat sobbed. "I ain't got no bullets; I'm too poor. I'm just a sad, fat old man."
"Then get!" Hal said, not lowering the rifle.
The bobcat clutched his bloody ear and stood up, stumbling to the clothesline where he grabbed a pair of long underwear and held it to his head and scampered off.
"And don't you think about coming back here! You got it!?" Hal yelled as the cat disappeared into the darkness.
Hal finally breathed and lowered the rifle, placing it on the ground with disgust and looked at Don.
"Holy shit," was all the shaking coyote had to say. "Think he'll be back?"
"No, but I hope he sees a doctor."
"Well, he did it to himself, really."
Don looked over at the horse as they stood next to the fire.
"Are..." Don said, squinting. "Are you hard?"
Hal looked down at the sizable lump in his pants.
"Oh," he said, laughing. "No. I just never untied the ribbon so everything is all pushed forward."
"You didn't untie it?" Don said walking over to get a better look. "Doesn't it hurt?" He peeked inside the horse's jeans and saw the bow.
"Nope. Feels kinda good, actually."
"Well, no wonder the guy ran away, it looks like you have a cannon in your pants. ...Not that you don't, but jeese!" Don said, rubbing the bulge, only making it larger.
"Yeah..." Hal chuckled. "Now help me put out this fire."
They both kicked the loose dirt around the fire into the flames until it was just a smoking pile.
"I don't think it is the rainy season," Don said, walking towards the creek, not hearing any water. "So, why do you think he was here?"
"Probably just to mark his claim. You heard him; he thought we were squatters too. And the letter said that Peter thought there would be a lot of them now that he's gone. I'm sure there will be more."
"Great. Maybe you should learn how to shoot that thing so you don't accidentally kill him next time."
"Might be a good idea," he said, laughing tensely. "We'll practice tomorrow."
Don yawned. As Hal picked the rifle up again and turned on the flashlight.
"Crap," Hal said looking around. "Which way is the house?"
Don looked around at the even darkness around them. "I don't know."
Hal flashed the light around them. "Well, this is the bush we hid behind, so it should be just a straight shot that way," he said, pointing off in a vague direction.
"I hope you're right," Don said as they walked off into the brush again. He looked back at the camp. "Are we just going to leave this stuff here?"
"Might as well. Maybe the next squatter will think that someone else has already moved in."
"Good point."
They stumbled back through the desert with the flashlight guiding their way. Eventually, the ground turned into the clearing, and they made it back to the house. Hal walked to the door, looked inside to make sure no one had moved in while they were gone and locked it. They walked up to the roof and climbed into bed. Hal put the rifle on the floor next to them and took off his hat. He pulled the sleeping bag over and Don cuddled up along side of him.
"It's been a long night," Don said, yawning again.
"You can say that again. My heart is still racing."
"I can feel. You're also really warm."
"Well, we normally don't sleep in our clothes."
"That is true," Don said, turning around to face the radiating horse. "Let me fix that."
Don's hand slipped down between them and slowly unzipped the horse's fly and popping his button. He felt the warm flesh of the cock as he untied the ribbon and pulled down the front of his pants, letting his package flop out.
Hal returned the favor for the coyote as they both slipped out of their clothes and giggled. Hal rolled Don onto him, sending the sleeping bag off the side and exposing their bodies to the cold air. The coyote kissed the horse as he pulled his legs up along his sides.
"You're going to wear me out, you big, brave horse stud," Don said in a campy, overdone tone as he pressed his hardening member into the horse's stomach.
"You're the one rubbing into me," Hal said, laughing as he placed his hands on the coyote's waist.
"I can't help it, seeing you tell off that guy without even flinching just..." Don leaned down and kissed the horse's neck. "Puts me in the mood. I mean," he moved down to the horse's pecks, "he had a pistol aimed at you and you didn't even blink."
"Well," Hal chuckled as the coyote's whiskers tickled him, "the alcohol helped a bit with my nerves."
Don paused and sat up, looking down at the horse in the dark.
"Alcohol?"
"...Shit," Hal said looking up at the silhouette of the coyote, feeling his burning glare.
"When did you drink?"
"Don't get mad."
"When did you drink!?" Don asked louder.
"Umm... right before you came up," Hal said, looking away in shame. "But it wasn't very much.
He felt the coyote get up from the bed, leaving the warm spot on his stomach to the freezing night air.
"Do it again sober, huh?" Don said, walking to the other side of the roof. "Good to know you have a liberal definition of 'sober.'"
"Don," Hal said, sitting up. "It was just to get the jitters out. I didn't get drunk."
"You played with me again, and you didn't even have the decency to commit to your promise. You're all talk, Hal." Don walked over to the bed, picked up the unused, rolled up sleeping bag next to it, and walked over to the stairs. "Fuck you."
Don sighed as he heard the coyote climb down the creaking steps.
He laid down on the bed and put his hands on his face. "Idiot," he said to himself.
He jumped as he heard the screen door slam shut and Don yell "Damn it!" He pulled the sleeping bag over him again and curled up, looking at the night sky. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and he looked over.
Don was standing there, and Hal's spirit rose.
"Give me the damn keys," the irate coyote said harshly.
"Not before we talk," Hal said, sitting up.
"Hal, I am tired and angry and I just want to sleep. Give me the keys."
"Well, I'm sorry and tired too, and I want to talk."
Don grunted and walked over. "So, you're a lying ass and I hate you. There, we talked, can I have the keys?" He held out his paw.
Hal grabbed the paw and gently pulled Don down next to him.
"Look, I was sitting up here in absolutely nothing, the sun was still out, and there were three bottles of booze sitting right in front of me. I wanted to impress you, and I was nervous. I knew you wouldn't like it if I drank, especially since I said I wouldn't. But as I sat up here waiting for you, my weaknesses got the best of me and I took a few sips. I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to harm you."
Don sat there in the dark. "You were nervous about impressing me?"
"Well... yeah. I didn't want to let you down; it was our first date."
"That's sweet, but you still lied to me."
"I know," Hal said, holding Don's paw with both hands. "And I'm really sorry. We can lock up the cellar, I won't drink anymore."
Don sat and thought before saying "Would you have done everything the same if you hadn't drunk?
"Yes. It was just to get me to stop shaking."
Don squeezed Hal's hand.
"I'm still mad at you, but I forgive you."
Hal smiled and caught the coyote off guard with a tight hug.
"I'll lock up the cellar tomorrow morning," Hal said, letting the squirming coyote free.
"Nah," Don said, pushing the horse back down on the bed. "I may use it to my advantage later." Don crawled under the sleeping bag. "You know, in case I want to try the kinky stuff." He nestled against the muscular, warm horse. He reached down and placed Hal's cock between his thighs. "I think I remember seeing some chains near the generator."
Hal just chuckled nervously, once again not knowing if Don was serious or not.
"Night Hal!" Don said, smiling to himself.
"Night Don," Hal said, resting his nose against the back of the coyote's neck.
The horse lay awake, feeling the warm, fuzzy thighs around his cock but trying to stay soft to not wake the sleeping coyote. Eventually he dozed off in the cool desert night.
\*\*\*
The next morning Hal woke up and rolled over, gathering the sleeping bag up as a pillow before remembering that he was sharing with someone else.
"Oh, sorry," Hal said, pulling the bag back and looking over, but he was alone. He sat up and looked around, seeing no signs of Don. He reached down for his pants, only to realize they were missing too. He stood up with the sleeping bag wrapped around him and made sure they weren't under the bed or behind the table.
He noticed smoke coming from the stove pipe, and mumbled to himself as he walked down the steps. Through the screen door he could see Don cooking what looked like pancakes over the stove and he reached for the handle. With a rattle, the door stayed put. He looked through the screen on the side and saw that the little hook latch had been locked. He knocked and looked back at the coyote.
"Umm, Don, could you let me in?" Hal said, shifting the sleeping bag around him.
"Not at the moment, I'm making breakfast!" he said without looking over. "Got to make a lot, we have a busy day today. Don't know when I'll finish." He placed the pancakes on a plate next to him and lifted up a rather large bowl almost filled to the brim with batter and poured some more circles on the skillet.
Hal huffed as he turned around. "Could you at least give me my clothes?"
"Sorry, have to make sure these don't burn!"
The horse rolled his eyes and sat down on the rickety old chair on the porch.
"Hal dear," Don yelled through the door. "Could you not use the sleeping bag to sit on down here, I don't want it getting dirty. Thank you!"
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yep, you're such a sweetie! Now take it back upstairs for me, would you?"
"Yes, mom," Hal said, grumbling as he stood up and walked back past the showers. He looked over and noticed that there was a perfect view of the coyote in the window from the stall, and smiled as he quickly ran upstairs.
Don's eye was caught as the horse walked past the window and tapped.
"I'm going to take a shower, ok?" Hal yelled through the glass giving a thumbs up.
Don just nodded as he looked back down at the skillet.
Hal walked over to the stall in his birthday suit and bent down, stretching his legs out, letting his package dangle freely. He peeked over at the window and saw Don with a smirk looking down at his cooking. After a few more stretches making his cock slap against his thighs with the movement, he stood back up and turned around, leaning backwards and landing on his hands, arching his back up, and putting his hips far into the air. Not getting enough of a reaction from the coyote as he wanted, he got back up on his feet, went into the shack, and dug around a bit.
He returned with a bar of old fur soap and got into the stall. He tugged on the water release and stood under just long enough to get wet before turning it back off. He rubbed the soap against his dripping chest slowly, looking at the coyote who kept discretely stealing peeks. As the soap began to lather, he moved up to his shoulders and along his arms, letting the foam cover his sleek muscles.
The coyote tried to hide a smile as the horse attempted to soap up his back rather unsuccessfully. After Hal gave up on that, he hiked up a leg against the fence and ran the bar of soap down the toned limb, rubbing the suds in well before repeating it again with the other leg. He watched as the coyote poured too much batter into the skillet from not paying attention and the horse chuckled to himself. He turned around and stood up on the cross beams of the fence so that his ass was perfectly on display. He lathered up his cheeks, giving extra attention to his crack and hole before jumping back down and turning around. The coyote had disappeared, and Hal shifted to see where he had gone, but stopped as he appeared again with a knife of butter and plopped it in the pan, pretending he didn't see the horse.
Hal grabbed the bar of soap and slid it down his chest again, only continuing all the way down to his groin. He soaped up his crotch just out of view for the coyote because of the fence, running his hand down his slippery cock, getting it hard. He gave an over exaggerated look down and put on a pleasured face as he slowly jerked his cock. He soaped up his large balls and peeked up at the coyote, who quickly looked back down and suddenly got shorter as he got off his tip-toes.
Hal took a few steps back and started to move his hips, making his cock start to spin. He placed his hands on the back of his head as he moved his hips even more, sending his long cock rotating around, sending soap suds flying everywhere as his heavy package whipped around. Don turned his back to the window and Hal stopped and put the soap down.
He reached up and pulled the release, sending the cold water down his body. His nipples got hard as the suds ran down to the ground. He slowly rubbed his hands down his chest to his crotch again and lifted up his hard cock. He pulled up along its length and held the tip in front of him. He arched his back a little and licked the tip, watching the coyote, who had turned facing him again, with a visible lump in his pants. Don snuck peeks frequently, but tried to cover it up by flipping an underdone pancake, sending molten batter all over.
Hal chuckled as his tongue rotated around the head of his cock before he plunged it into his mouth. He began sucking as one hand fondled his heavy balls and the other ran up and down his length. His wet, shiny body glistened in the sun as he arched his back more and took in another two inches. His hand squeezed his cock as he moaned loudly, hoping Don would hear. He stepped back away from the falling water and leaned against the side of the fence, grabbing it for support as he pulled the cock from his mouth
A thick rope of white cum erupted from his tip, shooting into the air and landing on his chest. The horse moaned, leaning back more as another long rope shot from him, landing across his face. Load after load spewed from his cock, covering his dark chest as he panted. Finally, he brought a fist up along his cock, squeezing the last bit of cum out, spilling it down his shaft as he licked up what he could. He brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and licked it clean, eyeing the coyote who gave up being discrete and was now full-on staring.
Hal saw smoke billow next to the coyote as he looked down and jumped, bringing a flaming skillet to the other side of the kitchen and dropping its condense in the sink, turning on the water. As he did, the shower slowly began to die and the last few drops fell as the cum covered horse leaned forward. Don looked up as he noticed his water supply run out too and began to chuckle as the horse looked down at the mess on his chest.
Hal just glared at the laughing coyote behind the glass as he hit the water spout, making it creak. He cringed as he heard another rusty creak come from the window as Don cracked the ill-used opening.
"Breakfast is ready, clean up and come in." He tossed a towel at the horse who caught it, thanking the coyote as Don fanned out some smoke before closing the window again.
Hal looked down at the small hand towel. "Yeah, thanks a lot." He wiped himself down as best he could before handing the soaking wet towel covered in cum on the side of the fence. "That's never going to be as soft again," he said leaving and walking over to the door, cupping his crotch.
He reached for the handle, hearing the rattle, telling him it was still locked. "Oh, come on!" he said as Don walked up.
"What's the password?" Don said, smiling.
"Just let me in."
Don made a negative buzzer sound.
"Uhh... Don is the best?" Hal said.
"Close, but not close enough."
"Don is the best in bed?" Hal said with a big grin on his face.
"True, but..." Don repeated the buzzer noise.
"Oh, come on..." Hal though for a few seconds before uncovering his crotch and pressing his cock against the screen door. "How about that?"
Don flicked the hook off the door and Hal quickly grabbed the handle and charged the coyote, wrapping his arms around him, lifting him up and spinning the coyote around a few times.
"You have fun, having fun?" Hal said, squeezing the coyote as he giggled.
"Yep. Almost burnt down the place."
"I saw that," Hal said, putting the coyote back on the ground. "You really should be more careful."
"And you should waste less water!"
"Touché," Hal said, walking over to his chair which had a full sized towel sitting neatly folded on top of it. He grabbed it and dried off properly. "So, is this going to happen every time we fight?"
"We seemed to both benefit from it," Don said, bringing a large plate of pancakes to the table with a bottle of syrup.
"I guess we can't argue with that. How long were you planning it all out?" Hal asked as he ruffled the towel through his mane, making his package wobble, which was a view not lost to the attentive coyote.
"Well, I woke up just as the sun rose thanks to a certain hard thing poking between my legs. Did you know you hump in your sleep?" Hal pulled the towel off his head and smiled.
"Well, anyways" Don continued, "I woke up and there was just enough sun in my eyes to not be able to get back to sleep, so I carefully, slowly, as gently as I could, pulled your cock from between my legs and ... maybe... went down on you. I can't really remember." The coyote smirked at the horse rested the towel on the back of the chair and sat down. "But, since you didn't wake up, I had to find the keys on my own, which were in your pants. So, naturally, I just took them, and my clothes, and the blankets and everything else down and started making breakfast. Then, the thought of you being locked outside seemed like a good little revenge, so I put the hook in place and waited.
"Aren't you a little schemer? And no wonder I felt so good waking up this morning," Hal laughed.
"Anyways, eat up! We're walking the fence today to see if we need to make any fixes. As well as doing a quick check around the complex to see if we need to buy any supplies in town."
"... The whole fence?"
"Yep. We're in charge of the ranch, remember? We can't just lie around, having sex all day and watch the place fall apart."
"I don't see the problem in that," Hal said chuckling.
Don just tossed a hot pancake into his uncovered lap, making him jump and gasp. He grabbed the warm, flat cake and held it up to Don threateningly before taking a bite.
Don just laughed as he pulled a few pancakes onto his plate and poured syrup over them.
\*\*\*
When the two had finished most of the breakfast, Hal put on a pair of pants and his hat and they walked outside. Don looked around.
"Where should we start?" the coyote said, looking over at the horse.
"I say we drive to the gate and start there. At least we'd know where we should stop."
"Good plan."
They both got into the car and drove down the dusty road to the saguaro patch. Hal parked the car in the dirt road and they got out.
The tall cactuses dwarfed the two. Don looked at the beams of the ranch sign, which had become part of the plants.
"I wonder how long these have been here," Don said, carefully poking the green skin between the spikes.
"I think I remember my dad saying they can live well past 100 years," Hal said looking up at the tallest one. Then he looked down at where the barbed wire fence used to be. A tangled mess of rusted wire and crooked wooden poles remained squeezed amongst the thorny cactuses. "We don't have to worry about that part of the fence, right?"
Don looked at the mess too. "Uh... I won't tell anyone about it if you don't."
"Deal."
Don looked down at his feet and kicked the ground. He bent over and picked up a corroded piece of metal. Hal walked over.
"What's that?" the horse said, trying to get a better look.
"I think it used to be part of a gun," Don said, holding it like a pistol. The barrel was missing, and the wooden handle had disintegrated, but the rest was all there in its rusted glory.
"Cool. Can we keep it?"
Don handed it over to the horse who looked it over. "Maybe it was from a shoot out or something." He walked over to the car and put it in the cup holder. He looked down at his hands which we covered in dark orange rust. He brushed it off on his pants and walked over to Don who had already started looking at the fence.
"Got your water?" Don said as he poked at one of the wires.
Hal patted the two bottles he had sticking out of his back pockets and they started walking.
The sun beat down on their shoulders as their feet crunched through the desert. They walked past thorny bushes that caught on their pants, and tall saguaros that threatened to fall over. In a few places the fence post has been replaced by a cactus with the rusting wires wrapped around its base; the cactus slowly growing around it.
"Do you even know how to fix a fence if we find something broken?" Hal asked. "Because I sure don't."
"Well, no, but you see here?" Don said, walking over to a part of the fence where the wire was two different colors. "The two wires are attached here, so I figure they just do that."
Hal just nodded as Don got up and kept walking.
They got to the point where they couldn't see the car anymore and Hal stopped and looked up.
"Damn it's hot out here," he said, tipping his hat up and wiping away the sweat with his forearm.
"I'd tell you to take off more, but we're next to the highway, and we're surrounded by thorny plants and barbed wire, not something you want to get caught on."
Hal subtlety covered his crotch with the thought in his mind as Don peeled off his shirt and tied it into a head covering then took a sip of water. They kept moving.
"The fence looks pretty good so far," Don said as they reached the corner, which had a large mesquite tree growing over it.
"Yeah, Peter took good care of it, I guess," Hal said, leaning against a post. He looked down the straight endless line of posts ahead of them. "Do we really have to do this?"
"Yes, but just once. Then we can forget we even have a fence."
Hal sighed as he leaned back up from the wood and wire barrier and continued to walk.
"So," Don said as his eyes streamed along the wire as he passed. "What do you think your parents would say if they found out what we've been doing up here?"
"Well..." Hal said, having to think about it. "I don't know if Dad would be very happy about it all, but my mom would probably think it's cute."
"That we're fucking?" Don said, looking up at the horse.
"No, that we're a couple."
"Oh," Don said, smiling. "So, we're a couple now?" He playfully bumped into the horse.
"Well," Hal chuckled, "I figured, yeah."
Don slipped his paw into Hal's hand and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and giggled. Hal blushed.
"What do you think you're mom would say?" Hal said, looking back at the wire.
"Bahh, my mom loves gay guys," Don said laughing, "like my dad. Besides, she already pretty much kicked me out of the house without saying goodbye, what else could she do? If anything, knowing would probably make her like me more."
"Whatever happened to your dad?" Hal asked. "If it's not too personal."
"Well," Don started, "from what my mom has told me, they met in a theater program in college, and feel deeply in love. They got married, and eventually he came out as gay. My mom was crushed, they filed for divorce, and he left. She didn't have the heart to tell him she was pregnant with me."
"So, he doesn't even know about you?"
"Actually, he does. My mom invited him and his new boyfriend over for dinner when I was five. He did the math and started to freak out and left before she could even serve the food. I remember it, but I didn't understand."
"That's harsh, I'm sorry," Hal said, rubbing Don's paw.
"It's ok. I've gotten over it. Mom tried to have a few more boyfriends through the years, but they were either freaked out by the fact that she had a kid or were just as flaming as my dad."
"I see what you mean about her loving gay guys."
"Yeah, it made for an interesting childhood. I learned to walk in heels by age eight."
"How come I never knew any of this before?"
"I've just learned to hide it, but you've seen how that ends up."
Hal looked down at his feet as they crunched along the ground. The silence of the desert become very apparent as they walked along the fence.
"My dad asked me if I was gay once," Hal said apprehensively. "It was after that boy scout camp trip, actually. I didn't really know what being gay meant... so I just denied it. He didn't believe me and told me to get a girlfriend."
"Is that why you hooked up with Julie for the rest of that summer?"
"Yeah, she was the only one I could find on such short notice. I didn't really like her at all, and she didn't like me."
"Why did you stay with her then?"
"Because when I told my dad I was going to break up with her, he..." Hal looked away.
They stopped walking.
"What did he do?" Don said, holding Hal's other hand.
"He hit me," Hal looked at Don with a tear rolling down his cheek. "He called me a fag and said I was going to hell. He said he heard the neighbors talking about me, and that I needed to act straighter."
Don wrapped his arms around the horse, patting him on the back. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."
"When Julie said she wanted to leave me, I begged her to stay with me, but I could only get her to stay until the end of summer. Apparently it had been long enough that the neighbors stopped talking because my dad didn't hit me again when he found out."
Hal pushed his face into Don's soft neck and sniffled. "Things were fine until a few years later when he asked me again. I knew better this time and told him I was seeing a girl but we weren't official so I had never told him. That is when I dated Anne."
Hal sniffled again and pulled back from the hug a little. "As you know, she was a lesbian trying to hide it from her parents too, so it worked out for a few years until she came out."
"I remember that," Don said, wiping a tear off of Hal's cheek.
"I told dad that we broke up on mutual terms and he believed me. When he started to ask about it again, it was senior year and I pulled the 'I don't want to do a long distance relationship during college' card, but told him there was a girl I liked. It got me through the rest of the year and through summer, and I was free in college. He hasn't asked me since."
Don looked into his eyes. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"I didn't want to put it on you, and since you're the only guy I've ever been with, I would have felt guilty making you a part of it."
"Oh, Hal..." Don said, embracing the horse again. "You can tell me anything; I'm your best friend."
The two stood there quietly feeling the other in their arms. Hal kissed Don and he looked up at the buzzards circling above them.
"We should start moving," Hal said, reluctantly breaking the hug and drying his eyes.
Don nodded in agreement and they separated and continued walking down the endless fence as they held hands. The disappointed buzzards flew their separate ways in the cloudless desert sky.
That's all we have this week, kids! Tune in next time to see more action from your favorite wonder duo! | FSE |
Title: 35 Days Day 00
Tags: cross dressing, cage, humiliation, caught, chastity, fetish
35 Days - Chapter 1
I was anxious to get home today after work. I had been monitoring the shipment from California via the US Postal Service and the Canada Post package tracking app. I had ordered a new cock cage on line at the end of November 2018 and wanted it for Christmas. It arrived on the Thursday before.
The bus ride home felt excruciatingly longer than normal. My penis ached as if it needed to cum really badly that I had to practice my Kugel exercise. Even the one hundred steps from the bus stop to my house was difficult especially with my knees squeezed together.
I finally made it to the front door and saw a small plainly wrapped package shoved in my mail box. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and knew what was in the package before grabbing it and entering the house.
Checking and double checking to ensure I locked the door, I moved quickly to my bedroom. I tore open the package and box to find the shiny, titanium cage, the cock and ball ring and a key. It was solid thick metal and pretty weighty; about a pound or so. It looked beautiful and I wanted to try it on immediately.
I stripped off my suit, shirt and tie but left my underthings on: a white silk camisole with spaghetti straps, white lace G-string panties and matching garters with white opaque RHT stockings. Since I wore my garters over my panties, I could only pull my G-string down over my balls and halfway down my thighs.
Owning other cages, I was familiar with how it went on. The single piece ring part was tight around. Getting my penis and then testacies through one at a time was the only way to put it on. I took the cage and placed the opening over my knob which was dripping pre-cum in anticipation. The cage part was less than three downward curving inches long and the hole to put my penis through was about an inch in diameter. So it too was going to be a tight fit. As I slid it into place, it forced back the some of the skin of my uncut cock. At thick wire hook would run underneath my sack and keep my balls separated.
This cage had a lock built into the ring so there was no external lock. I aligned the cage part with the ring and pushed them together. I was surprised when I felt a click and realized I didn't need the key to lock it. Blood started to surge a bit and my growing cock tried to push out the unforgiving metal.
In front of the mirror with my panties down my thighs, I admired my new device. It was solidly secured in place with no way for it to be pulled off let alone, slip off. I pulled my panties back into place and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a familiar bulge in my panties, but my chest was flat. I got out my self-adhering boobs and placed them inside the cups of my cammie. I looked pretty hot.
I wished that I had more time to finish dressing and fooling around but I needed to meet with my girlfriend Cheryl later for dinner and I wanted to shower to wash off the day's dirt from the office. I pulled down my G-string over my locked device. I found the key to unlock my cage, inserted it into the small hole and... Nothing. No click. No release. No escape.
I tried to turn it. Nope. I tried jiggling it. Nope. I tried to turn it. Nope.
I looked at the key carefully. It wasn't a normal key. The length was square cut with some striations and the tip had a cut-in pattern on it.
I found the instructions. At the top was a warning: "Assemble before using." The description went on. "Due to events beyond our control during manufacturing and/or packaging, the key to open and lock your device may not match the mechanism. Please contact our help desk at x-xxx-xxx-xxxx."
My fingers trembled so much I could barely dial the numbers on my cell phone.
"This is Customer Help desk. My name is Tammy. How may I help you?" The voice on the other end answered. "And just to remind you, that this call maybe recorded for training and record keeping purposes."
"Er. Hi. I just received your um..." I was very embarrassed to speak with her. "Er... Model SL-5069."
"Yes, sir." Tammy said cheerfully to me. "Our best titanium Self-Locking Cock cage. How may I assist you further?"
"Well, um... I put it on before reading the instructions and warning and it seems that the key doesn't work." I explained. "Now I can't get it off."
"I see." Said Tammy. "Well sir, I just want to make sure the instructions were very clear and you put on the cock cage prior to reading the warning at the top of the manual."
"Yes...yes. It was my fault." I said. "Now can you help me get it off?"
"Yes sir. Please be assured that you are not the first to have done this." Tammy explained. "Can you tell me the serial number of the cage? It can be found on the bottom part of the ring part."
"There's no way for me to see it. I'm wearing the thing!" I reiterated.
"Perhaps you can take a picture of it and forward it to me." Obviously, from the quick response, they have had this complaint before.
The only way I could take any kind of picture was for me to be on my back, hold my camera between my legs and aim it at my balls. I was so panicked that I didn't want to lose the call. I snapped a shot and forwarded it to her.
"I'm sorry sir, but the picture you sent me is not good." Tammy explained. "If you would permit me and explain how we resolved this with similar cases."
"Okay..." I said with a bit of foreboding.
"Good. Please put the phone on speaker or hands free. Now I just sent a request for you to let me control your camera. Accept the request... (I clicked 'Agree'). Good, I now have control of your camera. By the way sir, I must comment on how nice your outfit looks. D's? They look very realistic. Are they from our catalogue as well?"
I had forgotten my phone camera was forward facing. "Er.. yes... D's. And yes, your catalogue."
"Great. Thank you for your patronage. Now please get on your hands and knees... Spread your knees and place the camera between your legs and... yes, that's correct... A little higher... A little closer... Perfect. Serial number: SL2045521218. Let me look it up."
Stupidly I remained on my fours. The cool air was brushing my ass hole and I used my finger to massage my hole.
"Excuse me sir, but please do not send me video of your current activity." I heard Tammy try to suppress a giggle. I had my phone still pointing at my ass. "Unfortunately, that key is out of stock and needs to be remade. I can make a request for expedited manufacturing. We can send you a copy but it will be sometime this weekend before it can reproduced."
"Can you do anything else to unlock this thing? I have a date this evening and don't want to wear it out." I asked desperately.
"Well sir, the short answer is no. The SL-5069 Self-locking Cock cage is designed and manufactured to prevent removal without the key. The metal is medical grade 23 6AI-4V ELI to prevent conventional tools that could be used to cut it apart." Tammy detailed to me. "Although I would not suggest it at all, even a cutting torch would have difficulty cutting through plus it would burn whatever it was installed on to."
"Yes, I know. That's why I bought it." I agreed with Tammy's explanation. "But there's got to be something else?"
"Attempting to drill out the lock will fail and not only destroy the lock and device but will not release the lock as we have found out in our testing. The only other solutions would be a hydraulic shear capable of high application pressure similar to the ones fire departments use. However the size of that shear would make accuracy difficult and the chance of injury is great." Tammy, who sounded like she was enjoying my dilemma, had an answer for everything. "To be honest sir, it would be best for you to wait until you receive a replacement key."
"I guess that will have to do. Can you send it to me as soon as possible?" I was used to wearing a cage for a day but a weekend? I guess it wouldn't be too bad, would it?
I gave her my information and received an email confirming the order progress and shipping info.
I tried to pull it off but the tight ring prevented it from sliding off. There was no way for me to remove it without injuring myself. The stiff wire that separated my balls did their job and prevented me from pushing my testicle through the ring. "Well, it's not the first time I've been locked up."
The cage itself felt different from the other ones I've worn. The thickness of the metal completely dampened any sensation of touch. When I grabbed the cage, I could feel the heat of my hand but nothing else; like a phantom hand gripping my cock. I knocked my fingers against it and barely felt a shock. Only when I slight my fingertips through the gaps of the cage was I able to feel anything. The tip of my penis pushed through the open tip of the cage and let me rub my pee hole. It was indeed successful as written in its sales description, in preventing any self-satisfying actions by the wearer.
I went and had my shower. The hot water felt good on my hairless body. I used swimming as my alibi for having my body hair removed by laser. My Speedos were the smallest most female looking male bikini I could find.
I soaped my groin well and attempted to slide it off again but no go.
I quickly got dresses in my male clothes: a blue dress shirt with loose slacks and black shoes. I thought it would be better if I wore loose boxer underneath my pants. I grabbed a blazer and went to meet Cheryl for dinner.
Cheryl, my girlfriend for about six months was a buxom, British blond beauty. While we were sexually active and (mostly) open with each other, she was totally unaware of my female alter-ego or my love of cages (I had seven; now eight). However, she had often used her strap-on to peg me in my ass.
I got to the bistro a few minutes before her. As I stood to greet her, my cage hit the table edge and made a banging noise. "That was just my belt!"
The conversation was easy and flowed as we shared some apps and a second bottle of wine (good thing I live just a few walkable blocks away) so I almost forgot about the cage I was wearing. I could tell Cheryl was getting a little more and more frisky as I felt the top of her shoe rub against my calf beneath the table.
Cheryl loved teasing me in public. As she did this evening, she often wore low cut or open tops that showed off her fantastic cleavage. She'd pull it aside and show me her sexy bra she wore beneath. Or as she wore tonight, a very thin, slightly transparent blouse that did little to hide anything.
As her foot climbed higher and higher up my leg, my cock got harder and harder in my cage. I knew her aim was placing her sole between my thighs so I tried to deter her from reaching her ultimate goal. Her stern look warned me off as she pushed her foot between my legs and stepped down on the accelerator. Even with her shoe on, she could feel the hardness of metal resisting her pressure.
I looked at Cheryl. She had a questioning look and mouthed. "What is that?" | literotica |
Milk and Cookies That delicious smell of fresh baked goodies awoke me from my afternoon nap. I murmured appreciatively at the house smelling like bread and cookies. I rolled over and enjoyed the scent of it for a moment mixed with the pungent smell of her pillow. Lavender and chamomile from her lotion and a hint of her own natural scent mixed pleasingly with the baked goods.
Finally bothering to rouse myself, I swung my feet over onto the floor and found my boxers before wandering out into the kitchen. Standing in the doorway I watched as she moved about the kitchen in a lively manner, moving from mixing bowls to sink and stove. On the side of the counter were cooling racks full of cookies and a couple loaves of bread. I could smell the sourdough, but despite the enticing smells I was focused on my wife.
Her lithe taut body was naked, something she and I both enjoyed in the privacy of our own home, her only addition was a black frilly apron that hung down to her thighs. Her dark hair was pulled back in a basic pony tail to keep it from her face. She moved with a dancer’s grace around the kitchen, and I enjoyed watching as she’d bend over to get things from drawers. She was so engrossed in her baking that she’d not noticed me yet. Or at least so I thought.
I finally caught her glance at me as she deliberately bent all the way down to a bottom drawer in a way that gave me a very lovely view of her heart shaped ass, and the peak of her generous lips as they slipped between her tight thighs. She wiggled her ass a little at me with a giggle.
I took the hint, sliding up behind her and giving her a smack across the backside. She moaned slightly and rose to lean back against my bare chest, her arm reaching around my head to bring me in for a kiss as she turned her neck. Moments later I was kissing her neck, while I rubbed her shoulders. The timer on the over said thirty minutes. She put down her spatula and rubbed her ass into the fabric of my shorts. I could feel myself rising to the occasion quickly but she wasn’t ready yet.
Nibbling a bit on her ear I moved my hands lower, letting them slide under her breasts. She wiggled a little as I slipped my fingers over her nipples, teasing them. She moaned just a little. I could feel her breasts weighing heavier in my hands. The fabric of the apron dropped away as she released the strings around her neck. Her hips rocked into mine. I could feel the firmness, her hips pressing into me. I let her take over the massaging of her breasts, and slipped my hands lower, feeling the low rise below her belly. It pressed out gently, I gently cupped the bulge for a moment, slowly finding the long teats as they sprouted, letting my fingers massage them. I was rewarded with more moans, even as I could feel her hips pressing harder into me, their expanding roundness pushing me back a bit.
I leaned back, letting the flipping of her ears barely avoid my nose as she shook out her hair. The gentle curve of her horns pressed out from her hairline, and I took hold of them turning her to me and bringing her in for a kiss. Her large breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her nipples rubbing against me, the bulge of her udder now lifting up her apron it pressed forward into my crotch. Her thick hips swaying, the flick of her tail flitting at the edge of my vision. She leaned into the kiss now, her arms wrapping around me, the light bristle of her fur caressing my skin. I always forgot how strong she was. She pushed forward, slowly making me back up toward the living room. Her height was growing now, and I could hear the gentle clops of her hooves on the floor. She pushed me onto the couch, ripping my boxers from me as she caressed my hard cock first with her fingers, but as they became more rigid and hard, she nuzzled it with her short muzzle, her lips dancing across the tip.
Slowly she turned herself around and exposed her thickened backside. Even with a much more rotund posterior her meaty lips had grown and stuck out lewdly, and coated with a thick layer of her own juices. Pushing me flat on the couch she lifted one long thick leg over my head and brought her lips down to my face. I dove in, relishing the juices, sucking and fingering her as she began to quiver and moan under my ministrations.
I’d long ago learned not to just focus on one thing, but she liked it all, gently swirling my finger around her clit, but also pulling gently on her inner labia. I teased the edge of her vagina with my tongue, even as I rubbed the creases between her hood and her labia. I could feel her edging towards the first orgasm, her cunt beginning to pulse across my face. I enjoyed it, letting her make a mess across my face with that thick sopping cunt as she ground down, my lips locked around her engorged clit.
I could feel her pulsing against me now, her body quaking under a fast orgasm. She shifted down, letting herself rest across the arm of the couch, her ass pressed outward. I fumbled a bit trying to shift around her to get into position behind her. I let my leg drop to the floor while I curled the other under me to get a good thrust in. Not that it was hard to slid in. She was leaking grool, and I slid in to the hilt with no problem. She gave a soft moo as she let herself start to rock back and forth in time with me. She was so slick I actually slipped out a time or two. It didn’t matter. She happily mooed each time I slid back in, her pelvic muscles pulling at my cock.
It wasn’t long before I slipped over the edge with her, letting myself cum hard into her. She held me in, but shifted so she could let me play with her nipples as she continued her orgasm for a moment. I was panting, but she wasn’t done with me. Letting me lie back on the couch she turned herself once more and let her thick teats flop in my face. I greedily took one in my hand and another in my mouth and began to suckle. It was soft and thick and warm in my mouth. I sucked on it slowly for a moment then once hard, releasing the torrent of warm milk into my waiting mouth. She rubbed her breasts, and I could see the pale droplets forming around each nipple above me.
She tremored once more; I could feel her thighs clenching against my ribs. Finally letting the long teat drop away from my lips, she fell back against the far side of the couch, her vulva spread open wide and leaking a mixture of us out, even as her nipples dribbled down on to her apron. She sighed contentedly and just let herself relax there for a minute while I rubbed my foot across the side of her thigh.
“So, how are you doing?” I asked in that post sex laziness.
She mooed contentedly at me. It was cute. *BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*
“Oh, moo! The coooookies!” She bolted up, and climbed over me as she raced to the kitchen.
I followed a bit more lethargically, taking a moment to pull my boxers back on over my diminishing manhood. I glanced at the mess on the couch, and was glad we had picked an easy to clean couch. Making my way into the kitchen I grabbed a pail from under the sink. “I think I’m going to need some more milk to go with those cookies.”
Still in her bovine form, she blushed slightly, a feat that was quite impressive with her fur. I licked my lips and set up the milking station as she waddled over to comply. The doomed cookies were now resting on the cooling racks awaiting their milky deaths. I couldn’t wait, even as I reached up to her teats and gently gave the first tugs. | yiff-extreme |
Good Boy She sat alone at the end of the bar, her pencil skirt and low-cut blouse artfully disarrayed enough to suggest she wasn’t having the best of days. He’d been watching her for a while. No, he’d been watching her ass for a while. Nice, round, firm. He wanted to do so many things to it. He dropped a ten on the bar, and sidled over to the woman.
“You come here often?” Cheesy, uninventive, but it worked often enough he never got tired of using it.
She arched an eyebrow, the soft lines of her make-up blending artfully over her eyes. Eyes that peered out through designer horn rimmed glasses. She considered him for a moment, looking up and down the passé office worker chic. Dull khakis and a polo shirt, not tucked in of course. She pursed her lips around her the rim of her drink, sipping it slowly. “No. You?” The voice was honey.
“Eh, every so often I suppose. Not a regular or anything.” Maybe depending on how regular one considered him. A white lie, just enough. It was a good thing the bartender was new or they might have shooed him away from this dark-haired beauty. He was a known in the bar, and most of the regular women avoided him. Probably for good reason.
Another slow sip followed. He watched her lips caress the glass, soft and full, and carefully painted a dark wine red.
“And you just decide to say hi to me?” She batted her lashes. Whether her interest was real or feigned he didn’t seem to know or care. She watched him with dark eyes, waiting expectantly for the inevitable request. “I don’t suppose you’d like to go some place a little more private, get to know each other?” He never wasted time; it wasn’t his style.
“My, but you do move fast, don’t you? No small talk, no beating about the bush?” The appraisal in her eyes was clear even as she tilted the glass back, finished the martini she’d been drinking. The move showed off the graceful arch of her long neck.
“No point in it, either you’re willing or you aren’t.” His confidence never failed to bolster his own ego.
She regarded him for a moment or two, quietly. No distain, no rejection, just quiet appraisal, as if she were considering his value to her. “And what, pray tell, would you be looking for in this private space? Hmm?”
“Oh, I suppose we can figure something out.” He made a crude gesture, clearly implying what he wanted, even as his hand reached out to slide up her nylon covered leg.
She gave him a wicked grin. “Maybe I have more in mind? What would you say to that?” A small length of leather appeared in one hand.
The sight of the small leash surprised him, dark leather edged in red stitching she held it carefully between her hands, out of sight of the other patrons. There was a stirring in his pants, something she clearly noticed as he pondered the implications.
“Shall I take Mr. Happy’s response as a yes?” she said as she stood, elegantly sliding a generous tip under her empty glass. Behind her the bartender quickly swooped in to claim the fifty and the glass without a word. Standing she straightened her skirt, shouldered a small purse that had been in her lap. Then, taking his arm in hers, she led him away from the bar. Each step carefully accentuating the ripe curves that lay under the dress. His mind spun, eager to feel those curves under his fingers. *** *** ***
He had expected to go to his place. Or maybe even hers. He was a bit astonished to find himself standing in front of a rather ritzy hotel, its towering façade stretching up to the sky. A little pricy for some bump and grind, he thought, but he could feel the softness of her ass under her dress as he gently worked his hand over the smooth hemispheres that almost danced as she strutted down the street with him. If he had to spend to get this girl in bed, he would. It would be worth it.
Gilt littered the lobby’s fixtures, literally everywhere, offset by the elegant contrast of oil paintings, and richly upholstered high back chairs. Posh, that was the word his mind had been searching for as he craned his neck. It was a lot classier than any place he’d ever stayed.
She ignored the glamour, not even stopping at the marble topped desk to ask for a room. He blinked, wondering. Had he landed a wealthy woman? This could get intriguing for more than just a one-night stand. He wasn’t exactly swimming in dough from his nine to five. The idea of having a sugar mama wasn’t exactly displeasing.
Her stride only slowed as they approached the bronze doors of the elevator. She ignored the first couple and swiped a card at the last elevator. A small call light lit up, followed by a faint thunk and hum. There wasn’t even a button, he noticed.
While they waited for their lift, she curled into him slightly. Her body warm against his. The only interruption came from a well-dressed man who exited another elevator to their left.
“Ah, Ms. Evian, I had wondered if I would see you this evening.” The debonair man nodded to the woman escorting him politely. There was no acknowledgement of her companion this evening. “I was just about to send a missive up to inform you that the spa expects you at eight in the morning. As always, it is a pleasure.” He gave a slight incline of his head to her as he finished.
Realizing this was the first time he’d heard her name he wondered if it was her first or last. Filing away the information for later, he busied himself trying to place the man’s accent; a professional clip. Maybe British, or Canadian, or something, he wasn’t sure. He’d never paid enough attention.
“Thank you, Walter, eight it is.” She patted the man’s arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Behind them the elevator’s doors slid open and she pulled her new man into the small space with her, leaving the man called Walter to return to the front desk.
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The ride up wasn’t subtle. She’d already coyly rubbed her curves into him several times, and now he was happy to let her take the lead as she pressed her lips to his and gave him a deep kiss. A touch of her tongue on his lips as she let him run his hands up and down her body. It felt electric and he almost didn’t hear the ding as the elevator deposited them on the top floor.
Any other time he might have tried to gape, but she was already pulling his shirt buttons loose, and he’d started on hers. Within moments both shirt and blouse lay discarded in a pile on marble tiles. Her purse and shoes deposited beside.
She shoved him back then, pushing him gently with a laugh, the leash visible once more in her hand as she herded him back into a luxurious bedroom. He didn’t fight it, letting her forcing him into topple over as his knees hit the edge of a giant bedframe and mattress.
To say that she pounced was an understatement. Moments later she had the small lead securely fashioned about his neck, even as she turned her attention to pulling off his pants and underwear. No subtlety, just raw passion as she slipped his manhood free.
“Well, I see you’re ready for some action.” She cooed as she ran her finger tips over the head of his cock. He could only nod as she let his erection bob up and down against her hand. He could feel the warmth of her touch and he desired it. She giggled and turned, shifting her hips back and forth as she unzipped her dress and pushed skirt, nylons, and panties, to the ground in a single fluid move that clearly showed off her generous assets to him. He wasn’t disappointed as he felt his groin tighten a little in anticipation of spearing that gorgeous rump that shimmied in front of him.
He started to rise, hoping to take some control, wanting to push her to the bed, but instead found her on top of him, forcing him down. She was deceptively strong, and her grip on the leash now gave her control over him. She kissed him, her body rubbing against him. He could feel her erect nipples drifting across his chest as she worked down his smooth torso.
Shifting she slid up next to his ear, nibbling it for a moment as she whispered breathily. “I suppose you’re ready to do anything, aren’t you, big boy?”
He nodded, swallowing hard in the hope that she had more kinkiness planned. Maybe he could tie her up, or she’d bring out a riding crop. He found himself biting his own lip slightly.
Instead, she just tugged harder on the leash. “Say it, say you’ll do anything to feel my soft, warm, sensuous pussy on that nice hard cock of yours.” There was a glitter in her eyes.
His hands paused their groping of her thighs, the toned flesh underneath supple and smooth under each of his fingers. “I’ll do anything.” He stammered, eager to feel her wrapped around him. Another glitter flashed as she put her lips back to his ear. “Will you be my pet?” Another hard pull, even as long painted nails ran up and down his side, teasing before they slid down, cupping his balls, and squeezing gently, the tips of the nails digging in just enough for him to feel the pleasure, but not enough to feel pain.
“Anything!” He promised, desperate for her to let him get off.
She smiled, her body sinking back as she started to slide him in. “I promise this will be an experience you’ll never forget.”
He tried to say something, but his balls were already aching for release, her cunt wrapped warmly around it as she drove herself harder and harder against his pelvis, his thrusts deeper delving deeper into her until her back began to arch, the leash tightening once more.
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He came to sometime later, cramped, and sore. He tried to move, but found his body constrained by metal bars. His back ached, and worse, he couldn’t remember anything.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He yelled, rattling the cage. But there as no answer. “Someone let me out!”
He reached up to inspect the lock that held the small door shut, but stopped, his hand hovering inches in front of his face. Even in the dim light something was wrong. Small wispy hairs, dark, and growing covered his hand. His other hand shot up to meet its twain, it too covered with the gray-black hairs that the first hand.
Panic began to set in, even as he reached to try to undo the clasp, but his fingers just wouldn’t work. It was as if his digits refused to close around the mechanism. Each passing moment they bent less and less, retreating towards his palms which were now dark with heavy pads. The dark hair spreading upwards, creeping slowly onto his arms. He shifted, trying to get himself turned about. The cage gave little, and his feet were itching now. He tried to rub them but only succeeded in scratching the tops of his feet with new claws. Minute by minute he could feel the changes spreading now across his feet. Sometime it would be the crawling itch of new hair, others the burning of pulling muscles, and finally the crack and strain of bone.
He tried to scream for help again, but no one heard or cared.
The hours rolled by, his knees now sank against his torso, his feet fully pawed, even as he sat with his new front paws between his knees, a strange contorted angle. Behind him there was a strange wiggling sensation, the soft struggle of his tail as it began to emerge from just above his ass, the tip already lengthening.
Swallowing hard he tried not to think about it. The slow soft swish as it brushed the edge of the cage behind him. He could do nothing but wait.
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Rays of the early morning dawn cast a soft orange glow into the room. A kitchen, perhaps? It was hard to tell from this angle. But he sat there; now and again whimpering as something else popped or cracked in his body.
By now his hips and arms, all the way to the shoulders, lay covered in dark grey and black fur. It was curly, yet incredibly thick, and it itched terribly. More than once he caught himself lifting his leg to his shoulder to scratch a new spot that emerged. A motion he could never have done before.
The line was creeping up his body as more and more of his shape was subsumed into the shaggy coated monster he was becoming. He almost lost his mind as he felt his cock harden and slide into his new sheath. He might have noticed the change in color if reds and greens hadn’t faded away from his vision. Only the yellows still seemed vibrant to his eyes.
Eventually he heard footsteps. His ears, already changing, perked up as she came in. Her body now dressed in an exquisite outfit of green and white, or at least he thought it was green and white. It was harder to tell. Regardless it flattered her, accentuating her feminine form and elegance.
He tried to speak to her, but only a soft muted growl game out. His voice vanished, leaving only the rough mutterings of a mongrel.
“Now, now, none of that. You’re almost done. Remember you promised to be my pet, didn’t you?” She said, bending down, revealing generous cleavage that would have set him afire even a night before. Yet, now it did nothing as new instincts began to consumer his mind, leaving no room for thoughts of the man he was before.
The light was now brighter, signaling the full return of the morning sun as it crested the curve of the earth. She could see him now, lit up in the soft glow, nearly done, save for a small patch on his chest, and the human face that peeked out from an increasingly fuzzy head. Smiling she released the lock, letting the door swing open, freeing him to step out on his new paws.
He seemed confused, but tentatively set one foot then another out, letting himself come before her. She towered over him now, and he felt the need to say something, but again all that came out was a soft whine. Nothing more. He rocked back, unable to cope, falling on to his new haunches, sitting there as any well-trained dog might.
She seemed to understand him though, and she bent down to kiss the bare spot on his forehead, one of the last vestiges of his humanity, even as hairs began to sprout from his formerly cleanshaven face. “Soon. Very soon. You’re a good boy. Oh, yes, you are. Don’t forget, you’re due down stairs by eight.” Her voice remained silky smooth to his ears, but now the feeling that washed over him was different.
His tail thumped. He was a good boy. He barely noticed as his nose darkened, pushing out from his face. It was the final confirmation that he was now totally her pet, and she smiled as she watched last night’s lover completely vanish. As for him, all he cared about was the yummy smelling thing that she turned to offer him.
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The young man stood in pressed white. “Ah, good to see you this morning, ma’am. Is this our eight o’clock appointment?”
“Good morning, Savion, yes, we’re here for the doggie spa treatment.”
Savion bent down looking at the giant fluffy beast that hung back against her leg, the tiny leash seeming almost too small for such a large dog. “Oh, my, but what a wonderful pooch. Is he a Bouvier des Flandres? It’s been ages since I’ve seen one! What’s his name?”
She paused a minute thinking, wondering if she’d even known the stranger’s name. No, she didn’t recall it even if she’d ever known it. Smiling, her darkly painted lips flashing a glimpse of perfect pearly white teeth, she calmly replied. “Why his name is Jacques. Do take good care of him. I’ll be back later.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The groomer said, taking the short leash from her. He didn’t turn immediately into the salon, but rather paused and waited as she retreated. His gaze watching the exquisite figure leave his sight. His own pants tightening just a little, wishing he could get with such a woman.
Unbeknownst to him fate spared the youth the price of such of tryst, and only with the fantasy would ever be his. At his knees, her last lover merely looked on, watching the shape retreat, the elegant sway no longer holding any power over him. Former lover? Perhaps, but if there was anything left of the man, it was buried in the mind of a dog that only saw his mistress departing. He let out a soft mournful whine, even as the Savion led him back for his first bath. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Free Spring Break Accommodations Ch. 03
Tags: oral, shaved, black, cock sucking, romance
*LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.
All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.
Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup*
**A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.**
*For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me.
And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to whoever you are.
Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.
Yes, it jumps around too much.
Yes, it's in the wrong category.
Yes, it's too long.
Yes, it's too short.
Yes, this is stupid shit.
Eys, I need an editor, are you volunteering?
And, yes, I suck.
And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.
If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.
ENJOY!*
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By morning my Regan was back in full force, a thin tank top and short skirt with a day glow orange thong under it. Regan drove the first hour or so, but decided to relinquish driving duties when I kept putting my hands up under her top to play and squeeze and roll her nipples and...
Well let's just say it was a good thing we found an empty rest stop. I just couldn't keep my hands off those chocolate beauties moving under that top. And my fiancée makes SUCH wonderful noises when I tweak her nipple while stroking her thigh with my pinkie. Especially when my thumb is playing with her clit!
Snuggling in beside her and putting my arm around her neck to let my hand drop into her shirt. Getting a nice grip on her left tit, trapping her nipple between fingers as I did. Sliding my hand across her thigh hearing her gasp as my thumb pushed her thong aside to give me access to her wet clit. Feeling the tremble in her thigh as I lightly stroked it with my pinkie, and maybe a little more as I let the tip of my thumb dip into her juicy pussy.
Regan barely got the parking brake set before she rolled my direction and plastered me to the seat. God it is soooo terrible to be raped by such a gorgeous babe!
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It was a relief rolling back onto the property, back to where we met. I was surprised though to see several vehicles including one with a remodeling company name on the side. Something's going on here.
We grabbed a few things and headed into the house, following music out to the pool deck.
Now this was delightful sight, naked oiled girls. "Hey Jean Ann, you decide to sneak in while I'm out of town?" I asked with a grin.
Jean Ann turned and shielded her eyes with her hand, "Well I heard you wouldn't mind us laying out here once in a while," grinning at my glancing at her not insignificant chest and shaved mound taking in her change in jewelry. Bars in her nipples and a short chain under her hood coming out between her lips.
I was getting 'the look' from Regan. "Honey, this is Jean Ann, your local chapter president. Jean Ann, this is my fiancée Regan Smithers."
"Fiancée huh?" she said with a tongue in cheek grin. "There goes the girls plan to capture you and black mail you with nasty sex pics."
The girls laughed as I blushed. Quick introductions were made but all I saw was oiled skin, the only cloth in sight were the towels laying beside them. "So how about I take you through the rest of what's happening?" I asked Regan.
She grinned and allowed us to escape with promises to Jean Ann to come back for more catching up, otherwise know as a cackle fest to compare notes.
I pointed out the lines trenched out to the river to the little portable building before taking her inside. We headed up the stairs and I was cupping her lovely ass planning on a nice 'break' in our own bed when we got our next surprise. There was a lovely little girl playing in the hall at the top of the stairs. She saw us, got bug eyed, and ran off screaming 'mommmeeeeeee'.
A lovely young black woman came out of the new bathroom and the little girl went to hide behind her legs, "Can I help you?" she asked.
Even in her work shirt she looked like she had a nice full figure. "You can start by telling me what you're doing in my house."
She broke into a big grin, "That would make you Larry. I'm Caitlyn," thrusting out her hand for a shake with her chest moving nicely under that shirt even for obviously being contained in a bra.
"Okay?" shaking her hand.
"Oh right. I'm Terry's my cousin. He told me a little of what you were doing over here. And when you left in a hurry he didn't want TJ to think he'd run you off. So I've been house sitting and doing a little to earn my keep."
"Oh?"
"Well I was between places so it worked out," she said a bit nervously. "See what you think."
She turned back into the new bathroom and we followed. "WOW!" I exclaimed.
"This is gorgeous!" Regan added.
"Well it's not quite finished yet, but it's close. Is it anything like you'd expected?"
"Not even close." She looked a bit worried, "It's better than I could have ever done." She grinned at that.
I had envisioned just getting a bathroom in, a decent tile on the floor and something else on the wall, figure out a placement for the sinks and stools and mirrors and...
Let me see if I can do justice to what I saw. A dark slate floor of twelve by twenty four inch tiles. A high gloss black ceramic tall baseboard with three by nine subway tiles above that. A stool behind a divider in each corner of the long wall with a long counter with two under counter sinks on a light grey Corian top between them. Inset in the wall tile was a matching light grey strip at the same height as the counter top all the way around the room and again two more times up the wall. An empty place for a big full length mirror on the far wall and a long one above the little shelf above the sinks. On the opposite long wall were two huge showers with a big head and a hand held in each on separate controls waiting on the glass dividers to be installed.
I was scanning all this, "What is this going to cost me?"
"Just the materials. The floor was already down so it was just the finishing out. Terry said it would be okay." The last part coming out a bit slow.
"Moooomy, I'mmm huuungrrryyyy."
"Noooo, you're Kate."
"Moooom!"
Caitlyn scooped her up grinning, "Whaaaat?"
Kate realized she wasn't hiding behind her mother and buried her head in her mothers shoulder. We headed down to the kitchen, untouched so far thank god, to get Kate her sandwich. We chatted a bit and Caitlyn seemed a bit nervous until Regan suggested I go start on getting the boxes out of the truck. Translation: leave us alone so we can have some girl talk.
I had gotten about half of the boxes hauled in when Regan came up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist pressing her tits into my back. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
I pulled her arms tighter momentarily enjoying her nipples in my back, then pulled them loose enough to turn and put mine around her pressing her chest into mine, "Oh god it's been forever," she scowled at me, "At least a few hours or so."
Regan's arms came up around my neck and my hands dropped to her ass to give her a good squeeze as we explored each others mouth in a gentle tongue battle... it was a tie, a long, long, drawn out tie.
I brought one arm up across her back to keep her chest pressed into me as my fingers on my other hand lazily traced the crack of her ass up and down. "Everything okay in there?" nodding toward the house.
"Everything is good, They are going to be staying with us for a little bit until Caitlyn can get a few things sorted out."
"A little bit..."
"Fiancé problems."
"Ouch," not good. I gave her nose a quick peck remembering that's how I got this vision in my life in the first place, "So what's the game plan?"
"They are staying in one of the queen rooms for a bit and she'll help out with the remodel evenings and weekends and whenever she doesn't have work scheduled."
"Okay." We got the last of Regan's boxes hauled into the living room and took the truck back, stopping for pizza on the way. I was VERY much on little Kate's nice list when I brought home pizza.
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The next week was almost a honeymoon. We did a little on the house getting the last of the glass in for the new showers, and of course testing them out, making sure there was plenty of room for 'other' activities. We decided to add grab bars to all the showers... just in case a need for a hand hold arose. Not that WE actually needed them for any reason. I sure am glad I put the big heat exchanger tank in...
While I plugged away at my programming, Regan was digging into the historical angle of getting the house and shore line work done, fascinated at all the old pictures. She had even scanned them and put together a bit of a panoramic view of what the old shore line had been.
"Hey Larry, take a look at this," putting it up on the big projection TV.
"Oh wow, that's amazing!" I stepped back and took it in, "So that's what the shore line used to be?"
"Yup, but notice anything else?"
I took a look, but didn't see anything, "not really."
She stepped up and ran her finger along the picture, "the far shore line. And look at the landscape over there. See the two barges?"
"OH WOW!" I had been looking at our shore line, and didn't notice how far off the other side was. In the edge of the first picture were two small river barges passing each other. "It was definitely a lot wider back then."
"Mmm Hmmm, and since he's on the outside of the curve it shouldn't have filled in, it should have been eroded away."
"So somewhere along the way somebody decided to get them selves some extra real estate."
"Looks that way, may have to look into it."
"So how far can we take the shore back according to these?"
"Ball park... some where around ten to maybe twenty five feet. It has filled in more near the boat dock. Look at how close the tree was to the shore when it was little."
"Hmmmm, I really don't want to lose that tree."
"We'll see what our options are, but at least we have an idea of what we can do."
I wrapped my arms around her as she went through the various ways the house had been painted over the years, finally settling on a combination of several pictures. We would do a simple white with black trim... and a bright red door! With all our alterations being made inside, the interior 'restoration' work would be slated as a 'future project pending adequate funding,' making the landscaping, the rivers shore an unmentioned inclusion, the priority for this year.
Later that week I discovered just how ornery Regan really was. We were watching a movie and a Victoria's Secret commercial came on, and towards the end was a lovely black woman in a tan bra and panty set, I just chuckled.
"Like that stuff just a little?"
"No," she gave me the look. "Well yes, but that's not what I was laughing at."
I got the stare.
I paused the movie and backed up to the shot of the black woman in the tan undies. "I was just thinking I should clone you a dozen times or so and let all of you out in the back yard with something like that on."
"For what?"
"So when TJ peeps at you he thinks you're running around naked," pulling her to me to give her a kiss.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, from a distance I would bet you'd look like you were naked." She was still giving me the look. "Tan lines," I told her cupping one tit and giving it a nice squeeze.
Regan looked at the TV for a second then laughed and pulled me to her for a good deep kiss, "Is that all you think about?"
I kissed her nose, "I'm a guy."
We watched the rest of the movie, I should have heard the wheels turning.
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Two days later Regan, Jean Ann, and half a dozen or so of her sisters got naked, oiled up, and ambushed me out by the pool about a Fourth of July gathering while I was 'evaluating' tan lines.
"Oh let me see, lots of almost naked women? I might have to think about that."
Regan grinned and pulled my head into her cleavage, when she pulled me back, "But we're going to do it with a twist for TJ. It's going to be a 'now you see it now you don't' week end."
Now it was my turn to give her the look.
"Friday will be the 'now you see it' day. The girls will all be wearing light tan bikinis and such. Saturday they will be the 'now you don't' with the girls wearing ones that match their tans."
I pictured that in my head and just kicked my head back laughing. When I had recovered, "You do realize that TJ will be gawking at them through his telescope and we might get a visit from the sheriffs department?"
"They'll be told. I figure we can fire up the grill and have a little cook out Saturday before the fireworks."
"What fireworks?"
"Terry says the housing association puts on a big display across the river so we get it for free!"
I also discovered the next day that the girls weren't the only one getting in on this. We went shopping, with Regan holding a tan pair up against me. She snickered as she groped me while she did.
I was at least going to get to wear my regular ones Saturday, and I smiled at Regan picking out dark brown bottoms for herself.
"No top?" I asked as she turned from the display.
"Well you did say that they were optional down here. I could put one on if you really want me to," pulling her top aside enough for me to want to rip it off of her completely.
I took her hand and kissed her wrist, then started up her arm making her shriek and then giggle as she pulled her arm back. I did my own little set up for the week end. I picked up a web cam with a long zoom lens to mount to my riverside hut to go along with the one already on the front gate. It wasn't the greatest, but it was good enough to see if some one was standing behind the telescope in TJ's back window. The one that was pointed down hill at us instead up up into th heavens. But then it WAS a better view!
Thursday afternoon a few of the girls' boyfriends and Frat friends arrived. One with a huge grill slash smoker on a trailer, another with a band letting the girls use his monster sound system. I sure hope TJ likes the music the girls picked out.
Around supper time Jean Ann came out in her micro bikini to tease her grill master friend, a couple of others stopped by and they put the sound system to the test. I bet it was just terrible for TJ. They'd fire it up for one song nice and loud, then shut it down to 'adjust' something. Then fire it up again for another test. We waited a bit and had a sandwich, then had two more tests before shutting it down for the night.
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I woke to Regan curled against me and the gentle sounds of music from outside. I'm not usually a big Elvis fan, I can take it or leave it, but waking to 'Love Me Tender' seemed like a sign.
Rolling her to her back and exploring her neck to wake her, "Mmmmm, I love you," coming from her lips as I worked my way down her shoulder to her chest. Feeling her nipple harden in my palm as I took its mate between my lips. Enjoying her broad chewy nipples as she held my head to her tit.
Mmmmm, my breakfast is calling to me. I kissed down her belly, making her giggle when I made a few loops around her belly button. Lifting her legs and spreading them to get at her treasure.
I had to stop and look at her for a moment, that little strip of bright pink peaking out from between her chocolate lips just mesmerizing me, the sound when I spread her lips sticky with her juices. And her taste, her delicious, wonderful, taste.
Sweet and thick like honey, just savoring her essence on my tongue before swallowing it down. Sucking every little bit from her inner lips before diving into her for more. Coming up to her clit to nibble and nip to replenish her supply.
Regan's hands on my cheeks, "Get up here and fuck me."
I ran my tongue over her clit, "But I'm not done yet," I said with a grin.
There was a hiss and a gasp, then I was being hauled up by my hair, "Get up here Mister." Regan lifting and spreading her legs as I came up, sinking into her like we had been together for years, no hands required. Dropping to kiss her as I bottomed out.
Lying down to bring us skin to skin as I wrapped my arms around her. Feeling her pussy clench and release as I made shallow thrusts reveling in holding her close. Trying to enjoy the feeling of her around me and finally giving in to my animal instincts and raising to hands and knees to drive into her.
Regan grinning under me knowing the effect she has on me, catching her own knees and spreading high and wide as I drive into her, our mixed juices overflowing and foaming as we brought each other to heaven and back.
Collapsing on Regan momentarily then rolling to one side still panting and having to turn my head enough to see her tits rising and falling, the sweaty sheen on chocolate skin catching the light just so and making me want to roll over and try again.
"Maybe... after... lunch..." was all she said. She knew what I was looking at and what I was thinking.
We staggered into the shower and washed and kissed and groped and slid back and forth on each other. Me feeling her slippery tits and nipples in my hands or Regan enjoying sliding those same tits and nipples back and forth in my soapy chest hair until my tummy growled. I looked down at my watch and realized it had been over two hours since we had woken. GRIN Time flies when you're having fun with a sexy soapy woman. We wandered down to the kitchen naked since Caitlyn had decided to take Kate visiting relatives with the planned weekend festivities.
A few of the girls had arrived already and I threw on my tan shorts and went out to lock the gate. Everyone coming knew the code, but anyone else, including the sheriff, would be stopped at the gate.
By early afternoon we had well over thirty people, mostly girls but a few had brought their boy friends. I had to laugh at some of them though. Seems Regan had spread the reason for this weekend and a few had only brought bottoms, some in bikinis and some in just thin panties letting their landing strip show through but no signs of actual tan lines, and then they got out the body paint!
Here was a lovely blond getting her chest painted in a narrow bikini tan line barely wider than her lovely chewy nipples, the redhead next to her had already done hers... and was painting on nice bright pink flowers that faintly resembled the nipples she had just covered with a thin layer of paint! Regan snickered looking at me, she knew I was thinking back to the first night we took a stroll in town.
By around five o'clock the party was in full swing when there was a siren chirp sound from the gate, I looked and there were two squad cars with lights on parked in front of it and one of them was trying to open it.
I got to the gate about the time one of the deputies was coming from the back of his car with bolt cutters. "Can I help you officers?"
The older pot bellied man in charge stepped up to the gate with a sneer. "You can open this gate and get out of our way sonny."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Never you mind, just OPEN the gate!"
I smiled at him, "Do you have a warrant?"
That just wound him up, "I don't need no warrant sonny, I'm the sheriff. Now open the gate so I can arrest some people." He was stepping to the gate like he was going to personally storm it as he said it.
I kept smiling, "Complainant and code violation."
He was turning red, "That's none of your business sonny!"
He was getting pissed that I wasn't afraid of him or backing down. "I'm afraid that it is my business since it's my place."
"Don't you bull shit me sonny, I don't deal with no renters!"
"Who said I was a renter," I responded slowly and calmly.
"JUST OPEN THE GOD DAMN GATE BEFORE I BUST IT DOWN!"
"Complainant and code violation."
He was about to boil over at this point, "I got a report of a drunken neeked orgy over here and people are going to spend the night in jail." He looked like someone had his nuts in a vise having to explain himself.
I glanced over my shoulder at the girls running around in their tan tops and bottoms trying to discern if they were all tops and not paint, then back to him, "Hmmm, I don't see anything like that."
"Bull shit, I can see some of those sluts running around neeked from here, and it looks like you got some niggers mixed in there too!"
Sluts was bad enough, but Regan was in there and she was definitely no nigger! I looked past him grinning at me and realized he didn't have any black officers with him, and three of the four were grinning right along with their boss. The forth looked pretty uncomfortable in the mix. "And you look like you're nine months pregnant, does that mean I should be hauling you off to the maternity ward?"
The one in the back snickered but covered it. The sheriff started going off, waiving his arm and bellowing all kinds of threats. I just stood there on my side of the gate out of reach, smiling, and not responding to his tirade.
As he slowed down I did manage to get a word in, "Do you know how to read?"
"WHAT!?"
I tapped the sign fastened to the gate and then pointed up high on the gate pivot post, to the camera enclosure grinning as four faces turned to the camera. The sign was one of those generic ones but it suited my purpose. 'These premises under audio and video surveillance.'
"WHY YOU LITTLE SHIT, YOU THINK THAT'S GOING TO SCARE ME!" charging at the gate again.
I just shrugged, "I don't care, but you've been warned. I'm sure my family attorney would love to see today's video though."
He looked like he had been gut punched.
"And while you don't have a warrant, I *could* allow the sheriffs department in for a social call, being a new resident and all."
He grinned, "Now you're coming to your senses." He turned to get back in his car.
"One man on foot."
"I ain't walking that far!" turning back all pissed again.
I smiled at him, "Of course not, you're not allowed on this property without a warrant until you publicly apologize to my guests for that little rant, it will have to be one of your officers."
I paused like I was trying to make up my mind, "I'm not apologizin' for nuttin'" the sheriff hollered while I was 'scanning' his men.
"He gets to come investigate," pointing to the one that looked a bit uncomfortable with what his boss was doing.
I just stood there for a bit, there was no sign of him doing anything. "Well I'll see you guys later." I turned to go back to the party.
"FINE! Sam can go with you."
I stepped to the gate and picked up the lock and all four of them came forward. I stopped and looked at tubby. "You three need to step back."
They grumbled and took one step back. I just stood there and they finally stepped back to their cars. I unlocked the gate and let him step through and then relocked the gate. "Officer, for the benefit of the cameras could you verify the gate is locked and both lock and chain are in good condition?"
He nodded to me and gave it a good tug, Tubby was pissed.
We walked down to the party, he was clearly uncomfortable. A number of the girls, thankfully none of them in body paint but a few in bra and panties, THIN bra and panties with some nice nipple shadows, came toward us with Regan in the lead. "Everything alright dear?"
I gave her a nice but quick kiss as we were surrounded by scantily clad beauties, "Everything is just fine. TJ has been peeping at you girls with his telescope again and thought you were all running around naked." Regan laughed and gave me another kiss. "Isn't that right officer?" I asked turning to him.
He was just glancing from barely covered body to barely covered body, "Yes Sir."
Regan did a little air head giggle before he realized he had given away the complainant, "Well he should be really happy tomorrow. That's when we're wearing the ones that match our tans!"
You could hear him gulp over all the giggles.
I walked the deputy back to the gate, the sheriff not happy that there were no naked women down there. How weird is that?
They were stating to get back in their cars. "And sheriff, when you get done at the maternity ward, tell TJ that if he keeps this up we'll start out with harassment and defamation of charter and see what else we can pile on."
I just turned back to the party. I heard noises and roaring engine and tires throwing gravel, but we had a peaceful weekend as far as the sheriffs department was concerned.
We even had a few of TJ's younger guests admiring the girls Saturday, checking us out from his dock from across the river. Regan even took a few of the girls on a 'tour' of the boat. You had to look REAL close to see they were wearing anything at all their bikinis matched so well. Or was that body paint?
"I wonder how his big Fourth of July shindig is going?"
"Is that why he's got all the guests over?"
"Oh yes, and they're 'all the right people' don't you know."
I looked at her grinning back at me, "And just how do you know this?"
"Why I just happen to follow his daughter on facebook." She looked like her face was going to crack from her grin.
"And she doesn't think she's fraternizing with the enemy?"
"Well no, but then I guess I *should* update my page to show my current location instead of up in Milwaukee. If I put my mind to it I might get it done by oh say... Christmas."
I laughed and pulled her too me slipping my hand inside her top and rolling her nipples between my fingers, "You are just too good to be true."
By mid after noon we had a good core of twenty still enjoying the day, and all of the girls topless and teasing the guys they were with. Especially since their bottoms barely covered their pussy lips, and sometimes not even that if they moved around too much.
Kicked back watching fireworks with a little good old rock and roll with a decent bass playing softly in the back ground, groaning from too much BBQ and smoked meat as I cupped and played with Regan's lovely bare chest as she ground back against my hard cock. I think I even heard a muffled orgasm from one of the girls during the big finale. Life is good!
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Regan was my remodel whirlwind. Along with riding herd on Terry and Robert and all the other buddies they brought over to 'assist' them while overlooking the pool deck. We made a plan on the kitchen and third floor. The kitchen was going to be simple... yeah right! New counter tops and sink. New doors for the upper cabinets, I was at least getting to keep the appliances... for now.
The third floor we talked about turning into a mother-in-law apartment. Adding a little kitchenette along with the bathroom already planned. What the hell, it's just money. ( It sounded good in my head anyway. ) Two weeks later I was invaded by different band of women.
There was a dumpster being set on the back side of the house and women in hard hats, sung t-shirts, and some SNUG jeans going in and out. I was pushed back to our room by Regan telling me to go take my shower. I heard a crash while I was rinsing and dashed out the bedroom door and upstairs wrapped in a towel. There was another crash just before I stepped into the room.
I had a dozen women clapping and whistling. I looked around for a second at the room being torn apart, took a bow to more applause and went back to rinse off.
I came back to grins and snickers, and a room still full of women construction workers now in slightly sweaty t-shirts letting some nice hints of bra show through with Regan introducing me to most of them. Seems the local college had a program to teach women construction skills but lacked projects that would allow women to complete it.
Oh and we were doing a little more than just a remodel, 'only a little dear'. The back half of the roof was being torn off and a dormer put on to give us more windows and head room along with a small cantilevered balcony. All it was costing me was the material at the schools discounted cost! Damn, and I'll have to put up with more women running around...
We became even more popular when Regan invited them to lay out by the pool or take a dip after work. Terry kept stopping by to see when he had to do the HVAC install, and it was a few weeks away.
Man oh man she's ornery. We had three painting contractors in three days stop by to take a look at the outside of the house for bids... at three o'clock in the afternoon. About half way through the walk through at three thirty the construction girls hit the pool. Jeans, sweaty t-shirts with thin LACE bras, hard hats, and work boots became skin and bikini bottoms with a hundred times more skin than bikini. Regan made sure that each contractor knew there were two others bidding on the project.
I grinned and hauled her off to the bedroom a week later when she showed me the low bid. By the time I would have bought paint at retail prices and rented the scaffolding and spray equipment and tape and, and, and. I would guess it was only costing me a five percent markup. I could think of a whole lot more fun ways to give my back a work out! Regan bent over the corner of the bed in just her bikini bottom told me she was having the same thought.
I stepped up behind her and tugged on the ties on her hip and gave her ass a nice squeeze as my thumbs spread her pussy to her accompanying moan, and a sigh as I slid deep into her and just stood there. I can never get enough of the feel of her around me.
A hand grabbing my balls reminded me of what we were there for, and a few strokes later I was bellowing as Regan screamed before burying her head in the comforter. We had rolled over and were barely catching our breaths when there was a round of applause coming through the window up from the pool deck.
Regan gasped and pulled her pillow over her face as if they could see her. I grinned when I was finally able to pull it off of her and nip at her nose. You know it's good when you can see a black woman blush!
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Through all this Caitlyn was giving me a hand with various projects, pulling on pipe or wire when I needed it when we converted the old bathroom into a laundry and linen storage area. One nice thing about having her here for the project was a discovery we made. None of the trim in the house matched with any other part outside the room or two it was in. We discussed many options and she gave us one more we didn't even know existed. We bought a set of knives for the planer to make our own tall base board and crown molding. It was our pattern and we could make more any time we needed it!
The outside walls were framed and sheeted on the third floor and Regan was dragging me up at the end of the day to see 'our apartment', no longer a mother-in-law place. The dividing wall between the bedrooms had been shifted to have a larger bedroom and a smaller office space.
The kitchenette and bathroom end wall came out nice, and she 'even had room to put a big claw foot tub.' Isn't that just an amazing coincidence?
But walking out on the little balcony took my breath away. I couldn't imagine it when they were describing it to me, but WOW! Looking out *over* the tops of the trees. Seeing TJ's house across the river valley and even some of the development beyond was amazing. We came back up after everybody had gone home and I bent Regan over the railing sliding in deep and giving her a thigh slapping deep fuck.
Driving in over and over as little brain took over when she screamed her orgasms to the hills since I hooked my hands on her shoulders instead of her hips not letting her tuck her head. Reveling in her orgasmic screaming, the faint sounds of her tits slapping as I drove over and over into her velvet pussy, bellowing as I unloaded in her. I thought I saw a few lights come on up at TJ's. Hope his telescope was clean!
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By the middle of October we had our lives back to ourselves, or at least the house construction was done. The once hot house third floor servants quarters had now become *our* little apartment. We could hole up up there independent of our downstairs guests if we wanted. The little second bedroom had officially been converted to my office, after half of it had been taken over for a closet. How can a woman that usually wears a bikini need soooo many clothes? Somehow I think Regan planned all that...
Mmmm, laying out on our little balcony with Regan curled back against me as I soften and slip from her dribbling pussy, the sweat from our last love making session just beginning to evaporate as we stare up at the stars so vividly on display out here away from the city lights. Regan turning and pulling the blanket over us, her velvet chocolate tit on my chest, her sweaty body against me as her breathing settles to a soft sleep... I can't think of anything better...
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Off and on through the fall we had some of the sorority girls come in for a bit of vacation so we had a little money coming in besides my programming. With fall semester starting up back in August Regan had become a bit over worked so the little dribble was a nice break. That was until the week of Christmas. Regan had made a comment about us hosting Christmas down here, and Mom JUMPED at the chance.
In hind sight it was wonderful that Mom and Dad came down early. Regan had started doing some decorating and had been trying to get a hold of her family. But calls went unanswered, voice mails not responded to, emails ignored. If it hadn't been for my family invading us it would have been a pretty bleak holiday. It was hilarious taking my nieces out on the boat with Patty having a mothers fit about their safety. Mom just snickered and wagged her finger at me, I wasn't trying to antagonize her, REALLY I wasn't mom. HE HE HE!
My Christmas present from the Milwaukee PD was a new vehicle, well almost new. Once my lawyer had a copy of the dash cam from the car that sat in the service lot for four months waiting on an oil change it went a lot quicker. Seems someone walked into the lot and made a copy of the drive and finally sent it to us. Not that they would officially admit a police lot was 'broken into' since they didn't catch anyone.
When they had my statements from that night, including the four versions of what didn't happen from the officers discarded reports and the dogged determination of my attorney the city decided to settle rather than have something come out in open court. My ten year old F-150 was magically transformed into a two year old lease return Navigator! Gloss black of course.
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Six weeks of spring break invasions by naked and nearly naked women was pure torture. I worked in my office, taking breaks to sit on the balcony and stare down at the oiled women spread below me. The sheen of oiled skin in the sun, the way it showed off the movements of their trim bodies...
Sometimes with Regan laid out down there with them grinning up at me ogling her, other times standing and oiling right beside me. Kneeling beside me stroking my hard cock running the tip back and forth across her nipples.
If she wasn't too ornery we got back to the bed, but quite regularly she didn't make it that far and was fucked cave man style screaming her lungs out bent over the rail right where she was, almost wanting me to grab her shoulders to hold her up instead of gripping her hips. Sometimes the grin told me that really was what she wanted all along. Grinning instead of hiding when there was a round of applause from the pool
Think she was marking me as hers to the girls laid out below?
Her sorority sisters provided their own form of entertainment. Some coming all the way down here just to lay out, some for new shopping experiences, and even a few that felt a need to find bars they hadn't been kicked out of yet and coming back and pray to the porcelain gods.
The occasional naked or hosed down woman laid out by the outside shower in the morning is hilarious from three stories up. "No dear, I wasn't dribbling cold water on her... Oh of course, here's the other bottle..."
We had made plans during the summer, the shore line had been decided on and through Terry we had contacted a contractor that wasn't too pleased with TJ and some of his buddies. We were pre-casting the retaining wall sections to look like walk way sections down to the shore, and thanks to Regan's diligent facebook time we had a two week window early that fall when they would be out of town on vacation.
Things didn't go quite as planned...
I got a call from Mom, "Lawrence, is Regan there?"
Something's up, Mom doesn't call me Lawrence unless there is a problem. "Yeah, she's cooking dinner, why?"
"Honey, there's been an accident."
I looked at Regan undulating ass as she was dancing to the music while cooking, "Who, how bad?"
There was a long sigh on the other end, "Her brothers and sister."
"Shit," I said softly, "How..."
"Her sister is in the hospital."
"And her brothers?"
"They... they didn't make it."
"Shit," I said again because it was the only thing I could think of. I looked up and Regan was now looking at me wondering what was going on.
"Larry, you take good care of that girl now. Tell her we'll be praying for her."
"I will Mom, we'll pull out first thing in the morning."
"Okay. Uncle Mike said he'd call when he knew more."
"Thanks Mom."
Regan had put the pan down, turned off the stove, and killed the music, "What is it Larry? Is your Dad okay?"
I reached out for her and she came and sat beside me, "Yeah, Dad's okay." How could I tell her that her brothers were dead and her sister was in the hospital?
"Your sister?"
I pulled her to me, she was suspecting something. "No honey, not mine."
Her hands came up over her mouth, "Noooooo."
I pulled her to me, "She's in the hospital."
"What happened, how is she?"
"I don't know, Mom said Uncle Mike would call after a bit with more information..." I looked at her, how could I...
"What is it Larry? What aren't you telling me?"
I took a deep breath, "Your brothers were in the car with her..."
"What about Eldon and Raymond? Are they..."
I could only shake my head. Regan's eyes went wide and there was a wail as I pulled her to me.
She cried for hours off and on, all I could do was hold her and get her some water, I was useless.
A little before nine Uncle Mike called. "Hey kiddo, how's it going down there?"
"About as well as can be expected. Can you tell us anything more?" Regan's head came up looking hungry for news. "Is it all right if I put you on speaker?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"You're on speaker."
"Hey Regan."
"Hey," she responded back weakly.
"So what do we know Uncle Mike?" I asked.
"A lot and nothing at all. I can tell you what happened but that's all we know at this point. No why yet."
"It's a start."
"From witness statements it was a rolling gun battle. Four dead in your brothers' car, six in the other."
"What about Latessa? How bad is she? Will she live?"
"Last I heard she's in surgery. She had some minor cuts and bruises, but she had other problems."
"What?" Regan asked weakly.
"When the car crashed her foot was trapped between the front seat and the side pillar. They are trying to save as much of her foot as they can."
Regan was wrapped around me crying again. I picked up the phone, "Call or text me when you know more. I told Mom we're pulling out first thing tomorrow. We'll see you tomorrow night."
"See you then."
Regan calmed down enough I got her to sip some wine while I nursed my single malt. She had had about half a glass down when Uncle Mike called back. I immediately put him on speaker. "Good news kids, she's out of surgery and expected to make a full recovery."
Regan literally collapsed against me.
"Bad news is she's about a pound lighter."
"What happened?" Regan asked barely lifting her head from my shoulder.
"They had to amputate a little of her foot. She lost three toes and part of a fourth along with a little of the meat along the outside edge of her foot."
"But she'll be okay?" Regan asked.
"Well a career as a ballerina is out of the question," Regan snorted hearing that. "But yeah, she'll be okay. She'll have a bit of a limp but nothing drastic."
"Thanks Uncle Mike," Regan said softly.
"You're welcome Regan. And Regan..."
"Yeah."
"You should know. From the preliminary report it looks like Raymond died protecting her." There was a bit of silence, none of us knowing what to say. "Well I have to get back to work, see you soon."
We kinda went through the motions, putting a few things in suitcases and loading them in the Navigator along with a few hanging things. I managed to get another glass of wine in her before we went to bed so she at least got some sleep after a long cuddling shower.
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I woke to Regan slipping out of bed, watching her make the rounds. Slipping her little panties up snug against her mound and shaved lips. Sliding her bra on and doing up the front clip before getting her tits situated just right in it. Her dark areola and firm nipples drawing my gaze, the light pink lace just offsetting beautifully with her chocolate skin. I was just staring at her.
"What?"
I slid out of bed, my semi hard on leading the way. I stepped to her and cupped a tit and a cheek before giving her a nice kiss, "Have I told you lately how gorgeous you are?"
Regan smiled, "I don't remember, remind me."
I pulled her to me feeling the heat of her thinly covered mound against my thigh, her nipple hardening inside her bra as I squeezed and kissed her.
It's amazing what a woman can do. A chocolate vision in a little pink bra and panties, an old pair of shorts and a thin tank top just thin enough to let a hint of pink show through topped with just a touch of makeup, DAMN SHE LOOKS GOOD!
It's incredible what little things you grab at to distract yourself...
We drove and chatted, bits and pieces on the house plans and various current events, staying away from speculating on what we would find when we got back to Fox Lake. Sometimes Regan just sitting there and staring out at the road, often drifting off in the middle of a sentence.
By lunch time it was a quiet drive. Holding hands and exchanging glances listening to music. Only asking about snacks when we stopped for gas. The long sigh as we pulled into Mom and Dad's, not looking forward to what was coming.
We were met at the door by Mom, I got a hug and so did Regan. We came in to my sister Patty and her family, Uncle Mike was on his way. I turned to grab our bags and when I got back in Regan as bawling with her arms wrapped around Mom. I stopped and put my hand on Regan's shoulder. She put her hand on mine and squeezed it, then the wail was back and she wrapped her arms around Mom again.
Twenty minuets later my Regan was back, a bit red eyed but back. We sat down to supper just after Chi arrived. It was a big hug fest and some crying between them before we sat down, Chi giving us a little run down on what happened to Latessa. Regan feeling better knowing in the grand scheme of things it was a minor problem, or at least that's the way she made us feel afterwards. Everybody getting Regan involved on other conversations, asking about what was happening in Pensacola.
Regan telling an R rated version, since my nieces were at the table, of our weekend teasing TJ and gigging the sheriff. Her grinning at me when she left the body painting and the micro bikini boat tour out. Uncle Mike was roaring laughing and Mom and Patty were alternating between gasping and laughing at what they pulled on the guys. I think Patty's wide eyed expression looking at me later told me Regan told her about the body paint on Sunday. At least I hope that was it and not my eating her to a screaming orgasm when everybody had left. She wouldn't tell my SISTER that, would she? WOULD SHE?
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We got up and dressed the next morning, Regan teasing me flashing me her white lace thong and bra before going downstairs. It might have even been the same thong she wore the first day I saw her, either way it fit sooo nicely up between her cheeks.
Regan got her next surprise at the bottom of the stairs. Mom and Patty were waiting on us, and they were coming with us. Regan tried to object, but was over ridden by a 'mom' vote. This could be interesting with her families' attitude on white people.
When we walked into her room there was screeches and out stretched arms. After the hugging between sisters there were the looks. "Who are they?"
"Tess..." she said with some exasperation, "you remember Larry. He was here when I was in here. This is his mom and sister."
"So why are they here?"
Regan held up her hand showing her ring, "We're getting married remember?"
Tess was going to say something, but mom jumped in. "So that makes you family!" she then sat down and the inquisition began.
I almost had to laugh. I had been on the receiving end of one of these several times in the past. THERE WAS NO GETTING AROUND THEM. Mom would ask a question and wait for the answer. She did not, however, give you the chance to ask something in return.
Your answer was IMMEDIATELY followed up with another question, and another, and another. Before you knew it you were telling her things you shouldn't, or couldn't believe you were. Uncle Mike said she was the one that should have been a detective.
Patty gave me a knowing smile. This level of questioning was reserved for family, REAL family. For a little while the girls forgot about their brothers. It would be painful no matter what.
I was almost beginning to enjoy this as a spectator when I got a text from Uncle Mike. WHERE ARE YOU?
HOSPITAL VISITING LATESSA
FIFTH FLOOR CHAPEL, TWENTY MINUTES, ALONE
I told Regan I had to run upstairs giving her a not so quick kiss and getting a raised eyebrow from her and a hesitation from Latessa in an answer to Mom's question. Patty just snickered.
Uncle Mike showed up just after I did, "Hey kiddo, how's it going?" getting a handshake / hug.
"About as well as can be expected. Mom's up grilling Latessa so she's in pure defensive mode right now."
Mike kicked his head back and groaned, "Don't remind me."
"So why the meeting up here?"
Mike got all serious, "What's your take on Latessa?"
"About what?"
"Her brothers, her family, that kind of stuff."
Mike was speaking in code, "What aren't you saying?"
Mike gripped my shoulder, "Just humor me, what can you tell me about the girl?"
"Well not much. Regan's little sister. Idolizes her big brothers. A little on the naive side from the sound of Regan's description."
Mike smiled, "That was the impression I got as well, just wanted to see what you thought."
"And?"
"And."
"And what is the rest of the story?"
Mike looked around and then sighed, "The shit is going to hit the fan pretty quickly. She and Regan need to be ready for it but they can't know its coming. No warning others, I shouldn't even be telling you."
"How bad?"
"Bad enough it took all we had to get them to hold off until after the boys' funeral."
"Them?"
"Feds."
"But the boys are dead and Latessa's in the hospital."
"The boys were only part of it. It took a lot of convincing Latessa wasn't involved. She was the only one without drugs in her system. She's only seventeen for Christ's sake," the last part coming out a bit strong.
"She's only seventeen..." Mike just nodded at me. I couldn't believe she was only seventeen. The girl I saw visiting Regan looked to be in her early if not mid twenties at least. "So how bad?"
"I can't say, but in a few days her foot is going to be the least of her worries."
"Mike, Mom's down there treating her like family..."
"Good," he said as he got up and turned to leave. "We may be the only family she had left," he said just loud enough for me to hear as he walked away.
I sat there a bit trying to put the pieces together, Mike was warning me as best he could without telling me anything. And if his hint was even close to accurate he was risking his job even talking to someone close to Latessa which explained meeting up here.
When I got back down Mom and Patty were in the hall and there were raised voices coming from Latessa's room. Regan came out almost in tears a few minutes later and straight into my arms.
We sat there a bit more catching little snippets through the closed door before the staff came down and told them to quiet down or leave. Her folks came storming out of the room, slowing down enough to give us all the evil eye, especially Regan still in my arms. Mom stood up and gave her dad a look I will never forget. One of those looks that would have had the pope burning at the stake for witchcraft.
Regan ducked back into Latessa's room to say goodbye, but Latessa didn't respond. It was a quiet drive home, and an almost as quiet evening. We decided to watch a movie...
\_\_\_
Latessa was fitted with a walking boot and was to be released the following day. We showed up again at visiting hours, and at first it was a stalemate between Regan and Latessa, but eventually she cracked. After lunch we went back to her room and Mom was even making some headway when I got a text from Uncle Mike. TSHHTF C32 Translation: the shit has hit the fan, turn on channel thirty two.
Mom gave me a bit of a look, but almost gasped when I mouthed 'Uncle Mike'. I got some protests from Regan turning the TV on, but came to a screeching halt when I flipped to channel thirty two.
Seems the feds decided not to wait for the funeral. The breaking news was a coordinated raid on several houses and businesses with connections to drugs and various other criminal activities. And right there on the screen playing for the umpteenth time were Latessa and Regan's parents being led away in handcuffs. The girls were in each others arms crying.
Not twenty minutes later two FBI agents came strolling through the door right up to Latessa's bed. No wind breakers or anything, but they just oozed FBI. "Ms. Smithers, we'd like to ask you a few questions."
Before any of us could react Patty jumped up, "And you are?"
"Agents Johansen and Vasques, FBI."
"Ahhh," Patty smiled that smile that would let her get away with anything, "And of course you have some ID?"
They smiled back, "Of course Ma'am." They pulled out their ID's and showed them to Patty like they had the keys to the city.
Patty turned her cell phone over in her hand and brought it up closer to her face, "So agents Johansen and Vasques of the FBI, is it your intention to question an injured and medicated minor without the presence of her parent or legal guardian?"
Patty hadn't touched them, but they looked like they had just been kicked in the balls with steel toed boots.
"We'll...uh... we'll just wait for her guardian."
They stepped back against the wall and stood there with hands in front of them. Patty followed them with her cell phone held out like a weapon. "Agent Johansen, is Ms. Smithers under arrest?"
"No Ma'am."
She turned to the other one, "Agent Vasques, is Ms. Smithers in protective custody?"
He smiled at her, "No Ma'am."
Patty smiled back, "So your only reason for standing here in this room is to intimidate Ms. Smithers?" Damn she's good!
"Well ummm, no. we're not trying to..."
"Then get out of this room, and don't even think about hanging around the door like she's under arrest or you'll find yourself in front of a judge in the morning."
Evidentially Agent Johansen was going to call her bluff, "Are you an attorney Ma'am?"
"No," he began to smile, "I leave that to my husband and father-in-law."
I'll give him this, he was determined, "And your name is?"
She smiled right back at him, "The wicked witch of the west. Now I believe you were told to leave."
They left, and not happily.
As soon as they were out the door Patty turned to us, "We're going to the cafeteria for a bit. Larry, grab a wheel chair."
Latessa tried to object, I knew better. Patty unhooked her monitors and had her in the wheel chair before the nurse got there, telling her we were headed to the cafeteria. The agents tried to get on the elevator but Patty stopped them. "This one is full."
I managed not to laugh, four people in an elevator big enough to handle two rolling beds and associated paraphernalia, and it was 'full'.
They thought about arguing but she just held up her cell phone in their faces. We made it to the cafeteria with the agents scurrying in from the stairs. The girls took their time figuring out what they wanted and there was a bit of chit chat at the table until the agents sat down two tables away.
Patty calmly got up and snapped pictures of their faces, then backed up enough to show they were two tables away, then even further to show the big almost empty cafeteria then pointed to the far side. They got the hint.
About half way through the meal Mom and Patty made a bathroom run, slipping something in front of me when they came back.
*Larry - bring the Navigator around to the emergency entrance and wait for us there.
Regan - go back up to the room and get all of your sisters' things and take them to the car.
Wait for us and be ready to move when we get there.*
I had to smile, WE'RE HAVIN' A JAILBREAK!
I gave Regan a kiss, barely remembering not to grope her in front of mom and her sister, and headed for the parking lot. And just to be ornery I grabbed a screw driver from my tool kit and pulled the license plate, no sense making it easy for them with a plate number. I pulled up just shy of the emergency entrance and a few minutes later Regan came out carrying a small trash bag.
And then we waited, and waited. I wanted to call Patty but I knew better. I had just about changed my mind, COMING OUT NOW.
I pulled up to the doors just as they were coming out. They got Latessa in and then themselves and we were out the lot in less than two minutes.
We had barely gotten five blocks and Latessa came unglued, saying we were kidnapping her and all sorts of trash. Patty managed to get a hold of one flying hand and then the other putting herself inches from Latessa's face. "Do you know anything about what happened with your parents tonight?"
"NO!"
Patty looked into her eyes a bit then released her hands, "Good. I believe you, but those two FBI agents don't."
"So why are you kidnapping me?" she said rather strongly.
"We're not, we protect family. You can come home with us or we can drop you anywhere you want. Hell, we'll even take you back to them if you really want to." turning and sitting back with her arms crossed like she had been insulted.
Latessa was going to say something but Regan turned to look back at her, "Tess, let's just go home and figure things out. Okay?" The rest of the ride was in silence.
When we got to the house we didn't have a wheel chair so I just picked Latessa up and carried her into the house. "Larry, I catch you feeling up my little sister and I'm going to kick your ass!"
*"Yes Dear".*
I sat Latessa on one end of the couch and put a pillow under her foot to elevate it then turned to Regan. I wrapped one arm around her back, "Now what was this about feeling someone up?"
"LAWRENCE!" mom said as I kissed Regan.
*"Yes Mommy."* I said without looking away from Regan. Mom gasped and Patty lost it laughing. I got another quick kiss from Regan as I let my hand drop to her ass for a quick squeeze away from mom.
"Tease," she whispered in my ear before she turned back to the girls.
From the bug eyed look on Latessa's face she saw a bit more of my grabbing Regan's ass than Mom and Patty did.
Patty the fixer took over. She called Nate and brought him up to speed and then there was a lots of 'uh huh' and 'okay' before she hung up. She went to her purse and grabbed some of Nate's cards and distributed them to us. "So here's the drill. Unless pressed you don't say where Tess is. You don't lie but you don't tell, just hand whoever one of Nate's cards and tell them to contact her attorney. You don't answer any calls unless you know the number, and even then you be careful what you say. Got it?"
Mom and I nodded, we had seen this from a distance before and had heard the speech in it's various forms. Regan and Latessa were another story. They had bewildered looks on their faces trying to decide on who was going to ask first, Regan won out.
"Honey, what's going on?"
I sat on the coffee table in front of them and reached for Regan's hand. She reached for me and I kissed her palm. "Right now nothing is going on, and that's the whole point. I don't know what will or will not happen in the next few days but I know we're going to make sure you and your sister are okay."
She smiled that smile that made my heart melt.
"I do know that what happened is part of something big, probably a long ongoing investigation. With the FBI involved that makes it federal, probably because somebody crossed a state line or something, and they can be a little aggressive some times. Now like Patty said, no lying, but no volunteering or guessing either. We don't want them trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill. Got it?"
Dad got home shortly and he and I headed down to the den to get away from all the estrogen.
"How bad is it?" he asked.
I just shrugged, "Bad enough for Uncle Mike to warn me but not bad enough that he couldn't."
"Does she have any idea what's going on?"
"I don't think so, and neither does Uncle Mike."
He sat and sipped his drink for a moment, "Good enough for me." We kicked back to watch Die Hard, the girls were upstairs watching Sleepless in Seattle. Regan came down and watched the last of it with us tucked under my arm before dragging me off to bed, well the shower anyway.
We started cuddling and washing each other, then Regan just collapsed in my arms crying, the day catching up with her. I managed to get her rinsed and dried, at least getting a cackle and giggle when I picked her up and carried her to bed while doing my best to grope the side of her tit and her ass.
We cuddled a bit, Regan spooned in front of me holding my hand to her tit. "I love you Larry," she said softly.
"I love you to babe." I kissed her neck just below her ear getting a little sigh out of her, "We'll figure it out. One day at a time maybe, but we'll figure it out."
"How..." she took a deep breath, "how did your sister know what to do at the hospital? What to say to the FBI?"
I chuckled a little. "Well that's a little family secret." I nipped at her ear, "but I guess I could tell you," she giggled a little.
"Nate and his father really are lawyers, really really good lawyers. And with Uncle Mike and a few cousins on the force we've been around it a little."
"Oh."
"That, and Nate has a distant cousin that IS with the FBI, and he and Patty don't exactly see eye to eye."
"She is a force to be reckoned with."
"Oh you have NO idea. I wanted to throw a party when she went off to college."
Regan snickered, "Oh that's bad saying that about your sister."
"Maybe, but true, and if anybody else had said it she'd have maimed them for life." That got her laughing. We told bad sister stories for a bit then dozed off.
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I have to be the luckiest guy in the world, waking up with this beauty beside me. The little smile on her face when she's sleeping, seeing her move and stretch with the light sheen of her chocolate skin, her dark chocolate nipples moving just under the sheet, maybe one escaping forcing me to surround it with my lips to keep it warm. But not this morning, she just tucked herself in tighter under the covers so I slipped out and down to the kitchen. I did at least remember to put some clothes on since we weren't at home.
Latessa came in on her crutches in a long t-shirt while I was sipping my coffee. I did my best not to look, but when she had her monster chest squeezed between the crutches, pulling and pushing and making her t-shirt pull tight as she went along I couldn't help it. Fuck those tits were huge!
She was having trouble with the coffee, "Go, sit, I'll get you a cup." I poured her a cup and brought the sugar and milk to the table. She declined the milk but loaded up on the sugar.
We sat there a bit in silence. I knew she had a problem with white people in general, and me being with her sister specifically, so I wasn't going to push it so I just stared at my coffee.
"Um Larry?" she asked like a timid mouse.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Well you looked like you were having trouble with the coffee."
"No I mean all of this," waiving her hand around. "Helping me like this, after all that Eldon and Raymond said. What Mom and Dad said..."
"You're family. We protect family."
"But we're not."
"You're Regan's sister, that makes you family."
"You two aren't married, she'd never do that."
I was going to say something but there were soft arms coming around my shoulder and some nice soft tits and lovely firm nipples being pressed into my back. "I would in a heart beat if it wouldn't mess with my school financing." Then my ear lobe was being bit, "And you snuck out of bed on me this morning." I thought Latessa was going to spit out her coffee when Regan said that.
I pulled Regan around to my lap and got a nice handful of ass under the table, "Sleep was more important." I pulled her close for a nice long kiss. Well it was going to be if the front door bell hadn't sounded about the time I was snaking my tongue into her mouth. I looked over her shoulder at the security monitor to see it switch to the front door camera. "Well that didn't take them long." There stood our two FBI agents from the hospital.
I grabbed one of Nate's cards and went for the front door, making sure to close the inside vestibule door before opening the outside.
They put on their best smiles as I opened the door, "What can I do for you gentleman?"
They whipped out their id's "Agents Johansen and Vasques with the FBI. We're here to question Ms. Smithers. My we step inside?"
The made a move toward the door, I just brought my hand up to my eyes as if I had just woke up. "Gonna have to better than that boys. Call your boss and put it on speaker. Have to verify you are who you say you are."
They grinned probably thinking how stupid I was to let them verify their own identity. Good thing that wasn't what I was doing.
It rang a few times then was answered, "Bates."
Johansen started to answer but I put my hand up, he just grinned. "Agent Bates, I have two gentleman here that claim they work for you. Can you verify that?"
"Speak up boys," Bates said.
"Johansen and Vasques Sir."
"Yup, they're mine."
"And you sent them here to question Ms. Smithers?"
"Yes I did."
"Uh huh," I handed Johansen Nate's card, his face dropped. "Agent Johansen, please tell Agent Bates what I just handed you."
"It a card for an attorney Sir."
"Good boy!" I said in the most condescending tone I could. "Now agent Bates this is the second time these two have went on a fishing expedition and tried to question a minor without her parent or legal guardian present and both times have been recorded."
I heard a soft 'FUCK!' on the other end. "Agent Bates, all further contact will be through her attorney, is that clear?"
"Yes," he said like I was pulling teeth.
"And boys," pointing up over my left shoulder at the camera. They both looked before realizing what I was pointing at, "Smile for the camera before you leave." They didn't smile but they did leave.
I came back in the kitchen to a round of applause and Regan jumping into my arms. "I love you," before I was kissed REALLY good. My hand just *naturally* gravitated to that nice firm ass... again.
When Regan released me and I got to sit down Patty reached over and ruffled my hair, she knew I didn't like that. "Not bad little brother, I never knew you had it in you!"
I reached up and pinched her cheek making her gasp and something SHE didn't like, "That just means I've been hanging around you too much."
Mom wrapped her arms around our necks, "Behave you two or I'll sic your spouses on you." Regan thought that was funny.
Mom made breakfast and we just chatted away, Latessa the little silent one on the edge of things. We tried to bring her into the conversation but she wasn't giving more than one or two word answers.
Nate stopped by a little before lunch with the paperwork to make him officially her attorney then headed out letting us know he would be calling about a video conference that afternoon. Mom and Patty took over again, hauling her upstairs to get her 'presentable' as they put it.
What came down was NOT the girl I saw in Regan's room that day. I knew she was seventeen, but she looked more like fifteen from what they had done. She didn't like it, but it was necessary for the video conference.
We sat in Dad's office with the video software going on the VPN back to Nate. The FBI were not pleased they weren't going to get to question her in person and had to do it over a video link. Kinda hard to lean on a laptop screen and make it uncomfortable. They did start off with a few innocent questions and dropped a few important ones in between, but when they got repetitive and Nate kept saying 'Asked and answered' they got a little pissed and left.
That evening we had a big family dinner, and all through it Latessa looked like she was waiting to be pounced on. That didn't happen until desert, and then not like she anticipated.
Dad had finished his cake and was looking around then tapped his glass with his knife. The room got quiet, "So Latessa, what's the next step?"
She looked at him, glancing to Regan a bit, "For what?"
"In this whole business. What do you want to do next?"
"I don't know. I could go stay with Uncle Sam I guess," looking a little betrayed.
Dad smiled, "That's not quite what I meant, but if that's what you want, so be it. I'm not saying you have to *go* any where, I'm just asking what you want to *do*."
"Oh..."
"I'm afraid your Uncle Sam is out, he was part of the raid." Uncle Mike said. Regan and Latessa gasped in surprise.
"Dad, may I?" he nodded at me. I took Regan's hand in mine and brought it up prominently above the table.
"Latessa..."
"Tess," she said.
"Tess," I smiled back at her, the first layer cracked. "You don't have to go anywhere or do anything, we just want to know what you want to do. Do you want to say here, stay with your relatives, get out of town. What do you want?"
Tess looked at our hands, "I don't know..." I grinned looking down at what she was looking at, the lovely mix of our black and white fingers intertwined.
Dad stepped back in, "Well there's no rush. These things never go quickly. Just take your time and be sure it's what you want."
Things went slowly back to what they were as if the conversation had never happened, no pressure on Tess. But I kept my hand in Regan's on the table just the same. I loved the sight of her fingers in mine.
As the evening wound down Uncle Mike pulled me aside. "What little family she had is probably part of the sting. Text me a name if she has one she wants to go stay with and I'll tell you yes or no if they were a part of it."
"What about her stuff at home?"
"Run it through Nate and CPD, I have an old partner that still works that area."
And so went the next couple of days. We sat at home watching movies for the most part. Tess and Regan had lots of quiet conversations. Every once in a while Regan would bring me a name. All but one was a yes, and that one was an 'I don't know'.
We had a few more video conferences with the FBI, they did not appreciate it when most of the questions were 'asked and answered'. They were really pissed when Nate played previous interviews of their cohorts to back it up. After the third repeat conference with different agents Nate called a halt to them and asked for their questions in writing since they couldn't seem to talk to each other internally.
They even got bold enough to come to the door again. I didn't even give the two new guys a chance to identify themselves. I put my hand up to stop them, "Call agent Bates."
"Who?"
I just stood there with my arms crossed while they tried the intimidating stare. One started dialing, "And put it on speaker." He didn't.
He tried to hand me his phone but I wouldn't accept it, "Speaker."
He grumbled but put it on speaker. "Agent Bates?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Can you tell me why Mo and Curly are here in person instead of speaking to Ms. Smithers attorney as previously instructed." He hung up.
"And boys," pointing above my shoulder again, they do it every time. "Smile for the camera." They didn't smile, they DID flip me off, and then they left. Made it pretty easy for Nate to get a restraining order on them. And with the restraining order they had no choice but to allow CPD to accompany Tess to her house to collect her personal things instead of the FBI. We took the extra seats out of both Navigators and still had to make two trips when Regan had to grab her things as well. The notice on the door said the house was being seized.
The girls spent the next two days going through, washing, and repacking all their things. Sorting out what was being kept, still quite a collection even though a large part of it was going to be donated.
Regan curled up in bed with me that night a bit tense. I kissed her forehead, "What's up babe?"
"How long are we going to stay here?"
I pulled her tight, "As long as you two need to."
"Well that's the thing... Nate says they are going to keep Eldon and Raymond's bodies as long as they need to, and Dad has said for them to be cremated when they do, so..."
"So..."
"Can we go home?"
"What about Tess?"
"Weeelll, could she..."
"We can leave tomorrow," I was being strangled and kissed. "On one condition," I gasped out.
Regan pulled back to look at me, "What?"
"You have to tell Mom."
She grinned, "Chicken."
"Cluck cluck."
Making love that night was like a run away freight train. We started out slow and gentle, caressing and nibbling and touching. Enjoying the taste of her nectar before she got a grin on her face. Seeing her turn around above me and keep her knees under her making sure her pink pussy was just out of reach as I felt her lips slide down over my aching cock. Seeing her snake a hand down between her legs to dip a finger in her almost dripping pussy then turn it down and let me lick it off.
Grabbing that ass with a roar and flipping her over, driving deep in one stroke, driving in hard slapping thighs and bouncing tits before pulling out making her screech, then flipping her over with her ass in the air again and face in the pillow while I was fucking her hard and squeezing those lovely cheeks until I could hear her scream even with her face in the pillow as I bellowed filling her to overflowing.
We rolled over, still plastered together with sweat, snagging a towel from the head board to wipe off a little and tuck between Regan's legs as I unwillingly slipped from her... showers can wait until morning.
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MOM WAS NOT HAPPY. We were leaving for Pensacola tomorrow morning.
The day was spent packing the Navigator, and even with mom holding some of Regan and Latessa's clothes hostage for a future return trip we still had to put a few bags on the roof. Nate stopped by to check my VPN client setup and install it on Regan's laptop as well. That afternoon we actually went out to eat at a nice restaurant. It was fun with the family around even if Latessa was a bit on edge.
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ROOOOOAD TRIP!
We had barely settled into the trip and Regan was on the phone coordinating the next few weeks with Latessa observing from the back seat a bit wide eyed. We had four days before project 'piss TJ off' commenced, and it was a good distraction for her.
When we applied to the historical society the river was merely mentioned as restoration and stabilization, and that was actually true. But maybe not so accurate. ALMOST every part of the shore line was being restored to the pictures and panorama Regan had showed me. The part up by the big Cypress tree was being stabilized to protect it... to the same crazy low tide definition TJ had used.
The back hoe and long reach excavator were coming in Friday afternoon so we would be all set to start Saturday with the pile driver barge to float in later that day. Remember when I said Regan was ornery?
The shore line from roughly the dock to the north boat ramp was being pulled back from between ten to thirty five feet with the biggest cut just north of the dock. But the stabilization, now that was a whole nother thing entirely. The excavator was starting at the old dock so the pile driver barge could nose in and start driving the big H beam piles for our pre-cast concrete panels to drop into around the tree.
That's where my ornery fiancée came in. Regan had calculated the average life span of the tree and the root system it would need, then with calculating that crazy low tide definition to make sure the roots were 'well protected' we were setting the river side of the wall well out from it's current bank. But that was only the half of it.
Remember the pre-cast panels that had been cast face down to look like our walk way to the river to keep TJ's suspicion to a minimum? While the six that we would be docking near were laid on heavy rubber stall mats that would become part of the wall surface we were up against, the six on the river side and the two for the south return face were cast on top of what is called rip rap. Roughly two to six inch chunks of rock making the face VERY hazardess to any boat that got near it.
And it just happened to be directly across from TJ's fancy boat and lift dock and another fifteen feet into the river from our current shore line. He could get in and out IF he was careful, VERY careful. And according to my marine biologist fiancée that rough surface was to promote natural vegetation and marine life growth. Not a hazard to navigation in any way...
For as animated and busy as Regan was Latessa was quiet, sometimes listening to her music and others listening to her sister. We stopped for lunch, and I was coming back from the bathroom...
"... but you're doing all this stuff to his house, and he's not stopping you!"
"Uh huh."
"But it's his house."
Regan smiled over Tess' shoulder as I came up and then sat beside her. "Yes it's my house," I took Regan's hand and kissed her wrist. "But it's our home, and it's only our home because she's with me."
Tess didn't say anything, just looked between us back and forth.
I brought Regan's hand to my lips again and kissed her wrist, then a little further up her arm, and a little further...
"ACH! You're terrible!" pulling her arm back and swatting at me.
I used one of those pearls of wisdom the guys had imparted to me on that first family dinner, *"Yes Dear."*
And with three of us we decided against stopping at a motel and just made a long day of driving. Piling out of the car and getting Latessa settled in downstairs before hitting the shower ourselves and crashing after a long days drive.
Cuddling in behind my naked fiancée, smelling our linen and her shampoo. Cupping her bare tit and laying my soft cock in the crease of her ass and holding her tight...
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I was just coming awake enjoying Regan in my arms when there was a screech from downstairs.
"TESS!" Regan hollered and launched out of bed with me right behind her taking two and three steps at a time going downstairs. Around the corner and into the kitchen and stopping only by running into Terry's back, Tess standing there balancing on one crutch holding the other like a baseball bat.
"What's wrong?" Regan asked.
"WHAT'S WRONG? He broke into the house," pointing at Terry.
Regan kicked her head back laughing, "No he didn't, Tess this is Terry. Terry, my little sister Tess."
They were about to shake after she put the crutch down and she shrieked again. Tess was looking at me and looking at my crotch and looking at me and trying NOT to look at my crotch. Regan just giggled and took my hand to lead me back upstairs... we forgot to put clothes on.
That is also a day that will never be forgotten, the day Terry was first bitten. It would be a long drawn out ordeal, and one he would never recover from.
We slipped on the minimum, boxers for me and an old THIN long t-shirt for Regan so we could get back down and referee in the kitchen. That wasn't what we found. Tess was sitting at the table actually carrying on a civil conversation with Terry.
We slipped back upstairs and started a little silent conversation of our own, well it started out silent anyway and just morphed into wordless. I just love the sound Regan makes just before she orgasms, the shudder going through her body when I can make her cum again and again.
Watching the tremble go up and down her body, feeling it as her pussy clamps and quivers around me before her orgasm overcomes her and she is forced to let it out. Her orgasm all the stronger for keeping it in and taking me over the edge with her...
The grin on Regan's face as she watches me watching our cum running down her legs as she gets the water just right in the shower. God that woman gets to me...
When we came back downstairs the third time the only thing that had changed was they had moved out to the pool, still chatting away.
The plan had been for me and Terry to get the heat pump coil under the dock lose in preparation for the Saturday start. The girls changed our plans. We were now going to take Tess out on a spin on the gulf before we pulled the dock lose since Terry was taking the boat back up to his Dad's dock while the project was under way.
We headed back inside to put bottoms and a shirt on, grabbing the cooler between us on the way down to the dock, Terry walking with Tess hobbling along on her crutches to keep her company. She had the walking boot, but it wasn't agreeing with her to well, or so we thought.
We putzed down the river, Terry and the girls chatting away. I turned east toward our little cove enjoying the morning sun on a relatively calm sea enjoying Regan and Tess in one of the first relaxed conversations since getting home. Regan came up behind me teasing and unbuttoning my shirt as I was pulling in, trying to trap my arms when she brought it down to my elbows.
Regan helped Tess balance so she could peal off her long t-shirt, OH MY FUCKING GOD!
Tess my have only been seventeen, but she had a coeds body. Scrawny little woman with HUGE tits and an almost as big bubble butt. I thought Terry's eyes were going to pop out of his head. A skinny girl, maybe a twenty two inch waist, with a big bubble but below and a pair of cantaloupes if not soccer balls above covered in quite a swim suit, not even close to a bikini.
Now my little temptress turned to me and began swaying to the music, unbuttoning and flashing me little bits and pieces before letting her shirt drop behind her and plaster those delicious tits against me. Regan had just wrapped her arms around my neck...
"REGAN!" Tess shouted.
"What?" she responded turning a bit to Tess.
"You're naked!"
Regan turned completely to Tess letting that tiny little triangle of hot pink barely covering her slit come into view, "No I'm not."
"Well you're topless!" glaring at Regan.
"Uh huh," she responded bringing my arm around just under her tits.
"But how can you..."
Regan reached down and tugged on her little bottoms, "When the girls come over we usually don't even bother with these, do we Terry?"
"Uh... no..." said the deer in the head lights glancing quickly and frequently at Tess. He was probably thinking the same thing I was, what would Tess look like topless... or naked?!
There were a few sputters from Tess, but not much more as Regan turned back to me and made QUITE the production of oiling herself up, pulling her bottoms aside and making sure her pussy was well oiled. Leaving it pulled aside as she did her arms and chest before coming after me with the oil.
Doing my back and then plastering her tits into my back to reach around and do my front, sliding down and doing my legs from the back allowing her to slip a hand up my trunks a few times before laying out on the bow right where I could see her.
Tess oiled up with leery looks at both me and Terry before joining Regan on the bow, and yes next to her sister Regan did look naked if you didn't spot that little, infinitesimal, black string against her oiled chocolate skin coming out of the crack of her ass and over her hips... did I say how it looked coming our from between her cheeks?
There were more sputters from Tess when Regan rolled over onto her back followed by a sigh and Regan reaching down and pulling her bottom back across her pussy, followed by a grin and a tug pulling it tight into her pussy for an extreme camel toe. I love my ornery woman.
Terry and I talked project and ogled sisters for an hour or so before Regan decided it was time to go back and get some work done. Tess slipped her shirt on as soon as she could and kept looking at Regan when she didn't, getting bug eyed herself when Regan stepped up behind me and slipped her finger tips into my shorts teasing me just above my hard on.
"Do you know how bad I want to drop your shorts and stroke you until you cum on my boobs?" she whispered in my ear.
I groaned, "Not nearly as bad I as I want to watch you do it."
"Mmmm, stroking your aching cock, feeling you spasm in my hand as I cup and play with your balls, feeling you clench up and then let loose shooting your white, hot, cum, on my, chocolate, skin..." she whispered back as she ran her oiled hands up and down my chest as she pressed into my back.
I groaned and my chocolate temptress giggled getting dirty looks from Tess.
We made a nice slow run back to the river, Tess glancing and glaring at Regan every so often but Regan was ignoring her doing her best to let her tits swing and mesmerize me. Finally she couldn't hold it in, "Are you going to put anything on?"
"Why?"
"YOU'RE TOPLESS!"
"So?"
"But..."
"But it's legal down here. Makes things so much more... interesting... don't you think so dear?"
I glanced over at her doing the shoulder shake and Tess sitting there with her mouth open. I grinned at her grinning at me, "Oh yes, interesting is one of the many things I could call it," the sunshine on her oiled skin making me think of her description of cum covered tits whispered in my ear earlier.
Regan was in full force with project 'piss TJ off' just days away. She flipped her t-shirt over her shoulder and walked topless to the house with Tess.
Terry and I got the coil pulled lose and prepped for Saturday. I was grinning so bad my face hurt. It was a totally different grin when Regan hauled me up stairs and dropped my trunks. She grinned as she stroked my aching cock two handed.
"Mmmmm, is this what you were envisioning me doing out on the boat Charles?" leaning forward to run her tongue around the tip of my cock as she cupped my balls.
"Watching my boobs moving with the waves as I stroked your hard cock. Remembering the last time you came on them, your white hot cum on my chocolate skin. Smelling my pussy as I cum when you do."
I was holding off... barely.
"Come on Charles, paint my boobs, listen to me cum when you..."
"FUCKKKKKKKK..."
I spasmed and UNLOADED on her lovely tits as she squeezed and stroked and played. Grabbing her head to keep from falling over. Hearing her lovely little squeal as she came, tipping her head forward to take the last of my load in her mouth.
Snickering as I dropped to the bed watching her grin with a dribble on her lips and work my cum into her tits before scampering off to the shower to wash up before supper.
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Friday was the calm before the storm, Terry stopped by and we cooked out, took a few dips in the pool after putting Tess' foot in a bag. Snickering at Terry about having a heart attack when Tess came out in a significantly smaller suit than the other day, no shirt covering this time. Still not what you would call a bikini, but definitely showing more skin outside the lining and padding.
Kicking back in the living room watching a movie, me and Regan on the small couch and Tess taking up position in the middle of the big one, Terry had no choice but to pick an end.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP Beep Beep Beep beep beep beep.
Those guys start WAY to fucking early! I managed to get dressed and stumble out to see the excavator half way to the river. Terry and Stan and Chris sitting back on the picnic table chuckling at me.
In short order it was a well oiled machine, the excavator filling the dump truck and it moving the dirt and sludge over on the south west side of the cypress tree.
Just as Regan had planned by noon they were able to float the pile driver barge in and it began pounding away. It was quite the operation, the pile driver had the H beams in by four and the big excavator broke away to drop our pre-cast panels in. We had a big mess, but it was coming along. By the time we broke for supper we had a wall with a moat inside of it and a hell of a hole upstream from it.
Terry stayed for supper and this time HE took the center of the couch before we had a chance to force him to an end. Tess let a little smile escape before she sat down, and not clinging to an arm rest either..
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The beepers didn't start until ten Sunday, right about the time Regan was collapsing on top of me after riding my morning wood to an explosive conclusion. I even let her convince me to join her in the shower and lather her luscious chocolate body.
She knows what seeing that white lather running down her chest does to me. Looking between her legs as our cum runs from her makes me want to bend her over again and again. She grins every time she squishes her scrunchie over her chest and looks down at the lather dribbling down and off her nipples.
If it wasn't for the guys waiting on me I would have tried to drag her back to bed... I had a quick breakfast and headed for the river, if I had known Terry was going to be bitten again today I would have done my best to save him.
The guys let me run the skid steer, it was the smallest they had and figured I couldn't do too much damage in it. Me and the backhoe were humping and pushing and scraping dirt and gravel. Him filling in part of the moat with dirt letting me drop a scoop of gravel against the concrete retaining wall, back and forth taking turns filling it in.
Around three the girls 'forced' us to take a break, Regan, Tess, Jean Ann, and several of her sorority sisters came down with sandwiches and cold drinks, in their bikinis! Even Tess had borrowed one of Regan's full coverage bikinis, but on her it looked nice and skimpy. We know Terry noticed because he literally fell flat on his face when he saw her, right into the nasty river mud, just infecting him more. The little wench had the nerve to grin when she turned away and wiggled her bubble butt at him.
By the end of the day we were about seventy five percent done, but finished with the big equipment. They left me the little skid loader to dress and finish the last of it.
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So there I was for the next week, putting fresh gravel on the boat landing. Driving in the dock shore anchors about thirty feet over from our retaining wall and coaxing Regan and Jean Ann to give me a hand getting the sections back in place. Both of them grinning at me staring at them when they came out of the water. Seems it was quite comical to wear invisible when wet bikini's!
I kept spreading out the dirt on our tree stabilization area and then running the excess up to spread around the house and make a flat area on either end. The river end to be a future two car garage for us, and the street end and back side of the house to be a handicap parking area with a wide walk to the pool deck. Having Tess here showed us just how inaccessible the house was for the handicapped, even only on crutches or her walk boot.
Strangely enough, Terry didn't drop by that week. If I had known how quickly he would succumb I would have made an effort of some kind.
We were taking the weekend off, the girls were planning Tess' eighteenth birthday party and had all sorts of stuff spread out over the table when Terry arrived.
"So who's having the party?"
"Tess' eighteenth," Regan responded without even looking.
Terry just stood there a moment, then turned and headed out the back door to the dock to inspect my work. We made a few minor adjustments on the coil fastenings under the dock and then we reburied the feed lines.
We were walking back to the house and Terry finally said something beyond one syllable. "So Tess is only seventeen?"
I snorted, "Yeah, seventeen going on thirty. When I first saw her in the hospital with Regan I thought she was about your age. But living in Chicago will do that to you."
"So how come she's down here?"
"Not my place to say, but suffice it to say she was on the edge of a very bad situation and we brought her down here."
"Bad?"
"Bad enough, but ask her. If she wants to tell you she will."
"So when does she head back?"
"Don't know that she ever will." That I thought Regan was pulling for her to stay down here permanently I didn't add.
We went back and soaked in the spa watching the girls plan her party. The uniform for the planning party was bikini and or tank top and shorts. All but Tess' bikini were barely there and hers wasn't too bad. Tess didn't have that many friends back in Chicago, and none down here, but Jean Ann and the girls were planning quite the pool party for her.
Looking back it was plain to see the old Terry slipping away, we should have seen the signs.
That week we put MOST of the finishing touches on the shore and dock, waiting for the shit to hit the fan. And it did with quite a crunch. TJ got home late and decided to go run up the coast with a bunch of his friends, and backed right into my new retaining wall.
Of course we didn't actually see any of it since we went out for the evening when we heard his boat start, but my night vision web cameras caught the whole thing. The water patrol come rushing up with lights going, TJ having a fit because we weren't home. All that fuss and yelling and none of them bothered to look at the permit board on the side of the shed, I even put a little light over it like they said. They said it had to be lit, they just didn't say how big of a light. A seven and a half watt dark blue Christmas bulb seemed appropriate to me. What do you think? I mean it matched the LED lights for the dock... when I got around to fixing that one pesky connection that is.
It was a fun night out, dressing up a little, Terry even put on a regular shirt and jacket instead of his usual t-shirt. Tess and Terry making fun of me and Regan dancing some of the old dances, but joining us on the dance floor for a few slow ones since that was about all she could do with her foot still recovering. At least that was my assumption, hind sight is twenty twenty isn't it?
Terry did start coming around again, helping with little things, but looking back he wasn't the happy go lucky man I had met when I moved down here. No teasing the girls laying out at the pool or gawking at them naked. Even sitting and rubbing Tess' foot and working moisturizer into her scars to help with the itching.
Three days later we received what we were expecting. Certified letters on the hearing of our shore line modification. And short notice, barely a week. Good thing we were expecting this.
Tess' birthday party was a big hit in more ways than one. Several of the guys came over to 'help' celebrate, and towards the end we were down to a few of our regulars when the girls called 'pool time'.
I enjoyed the girls stripping off their bikini's, what I did not expect was Tess to join in. Standing there with a big grin as she was legal to strip and join the girls. We just stared. This petite little woman with the huge tits we knew, but seeing them bare was still something else. Big F cup tits, according to the bra I washed the other day, with three inch areola and little chocolate chip nipples down to that waist I could almost put my fingers around above a pussy trimmed down to the nicest little landing strip. Her big bubble butt standing out behind her.
I think Terry and I both groaned as the sisters jumped in and teased us doing te back stroke. The look on his face when Tess asked him to oil her back when she got out was priceless, and again when she didn't let him stop at her waist. The expression on each of their faces when he oiled her bubble butt was something I should have gotten a picture of.
I'm pretty sure Terry is an ass man. His eyes, along with most of the men there, were glued to her tits as she oiled up. Moving and swinging and almost groping herself in the process, but his kept dropping to her ass while the rest of the guys were still watching her tits swing and sway.
Terry left shortly after her oiling show, giving her her birthday present. A card for dinner out anywhere she wanted to go. She squealed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek with quite a hug. I could only snicker at the two HUGE oil spots in the middle of his shirt.
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A week later we were down at the county building in front of the commission to present our case. We had quite an audience, several of the land owners up and down the river as well as a few candidates vying for seats on the commission in the upcoming election. The candidates were told that tonight's hearing could be of value to their campaign. TJ was sitting front and center grinning with his arms crossed with a few of his housing association buddies sitting on either side of him from the way they were dressed.
It would be interesting to see if TJ learns his lesson tonight.
The chairman, an elderly and 'distinguished' looking guy, gaveled the meeting to order, "Mr. Throughgood, we're here tonight to come to a decision on your unauthorized shore line modification. Are you ready to proceeded?"
I stood and walked to the podium, "I am, but I would like Ms. Smithers to take over. She is more familiar with the project," extending my hand back to beckon Regan to join me.
The old man snickered, "Are you prepared to accept the consequences of having this *woman* speak on your behalf." I could almost hear the wish to replace woman with nigger in his voice.
I smiled and chuckled, "I hope so, she's my fiancée." His expression and the little noise he made when I kissed her hand was priceless.
One of the new younger black members of the commission spoke up with a smile, "You may precede Ms. Smithers."
Regan nodded and smiled back, "Thank you." She turned back to the chairman who was glaring at her. "First off we need to correct the premise in your opening statement."
"And just what was that?!"
"That the project was unauthorized."
"Well WE never authorized it," you could almost hear him putting his chin in the air.
Regan just gave him a nice smile in answer to his glare. "I never said you did," she responded softly.
The only sound was the slight hiss of the air handlers. He began to speak and Regan raised a hand to stop him and held up paperwork in the other. "I believe this will explain things."
Regan had the ornery grin. She took four copies and handed them to the end commissioner, then walked to the other end with five. The big man in the middle would be the last to get a copy. He was not happy with TWO affronts to his seniority in a row.
She returned to the podium and began speaking just as he was getting his copy. "As you can see the project was authorized by the historical commission."
The chairman was getting a little hot under the collar, "And you expect this little notification to suffice for a project like yours?"
Regan was smiling and solid. "Actually we took our cue from TJ," putting a thumb over her shoulder at TJ, fuming at being openly called TJ. "With the exception of the sanctioning body and the property details, the notification is almost word for word from his projects you did approve. All eight of them," the last part said staring at the new black guy on the end. "And unlike his projects ours was an actual restoration excluding the stabilization."
There was a lot of noise from the chairman and several of the other commissioners, but the new guy spoke up again, "Ms. Smithers, would you please elaborate on your last statement?"
The chairman didn't like that, but before he could say anything.
"Most certainly. I can give you all sorts of charts and numbers, or if you'll indulge me a few moments and the use of your projector, I can give you a quick presentation instead," giving a slight nod when she said 'presentation'.
"Oh by all means, a presentation if you could. Sometimes the charts and numbers can be a bit... confusing."
Regan turned to me as I handed her her laptop already up and running. A few moments of plugging into the projector and she was ready.
"If you'll indulge me a bit I'd like to give you an over all view of the project." She began a slide show of some of the old family photos, a few gasps from two of the older council members when the pictures of black and white kids sitting at the same table came up.
"The project began as a tribute to Larry's grandmother to restore the property with information gathered from old family photos. In taking them together," the panorama shot was displayed, "We began to get an idea of what the property looked like in the past. The first phase was the exterior of the house, and that has been completed. The second phase was the property itself, with the most significant impact being the shoreline."
The slide show was alternating between the old photos and current photos before and after the restoration in sets of three's taken from the same vantage point both along the river and along the road. "The major restoration was along the river, and as you can see some minor changes were made to the front as well."
"What changes were made on the front, it looks like all of it was along the shoreline." He was trying, I'll give him that.
"The front of the property restoration along the road was primarily to the stone posts and front gate, along with the notification to the highway department of the change in historical status."
"And how is that a significant change?" the old guy really was trying.
"To us not much, but to the highway department significant. With the historical status they will have to find another route for their expansion project."
Even with the lights dimmed I could see TJ about ready to have a coronary. All that property he had locked up for a future shopping center was now just some nice farm land. And maybe even a target for eminent domain if they went to the other side of the road with the project? Hmmmmm...
The young black guy spoke up again," Well you seem to have justified your project Ms. Smithers. But you also implied that Mr. Johansen's projects were not what they appeared to be. Those could be considered libelous statements unless you have something to back them up."
There were some chuckles from the commission.
"I think my last few slides will clear that up," it was silent again.
"Please proceed."
"Thank you. Now in researching the shorelines for our project and noticing the width of the river in the old photographs," she brought up the picture showing the two river barges on one edge. "I felt it imperative to be accurate in what we were doing. So with the aid of the state aerial mapping system we were able to take a look at the area over the last fifteen years."
There were a few noises and even a soft 'oh fuck' from somewhere.
"Now the river on TJ's side, while being on the outside of a gentle curve, is actually quite stable due to significant rock deposits. That is what brought my attention to the multiple requests and approvals for shoreline restoration. When I aligned them using property line data this is what I discovered."
The slides showed the shoreline fifteen years ago, then at the first restoration project along with the yea and nay votes by name listed beside it. And the next and the next creeping on out into the river right on up to the last one with the rock faced concrete retaining wall.
"Now while I am not a surveyor, from my rough estimates and using the scale on the images it would appear that old TJ here as 'reclaimed' well over a hundred feet in depth with the help of this commission. Or rather some members of it."
The slide show played three more times with the same names popping up in the yea column in the silence, then broke into the copy of the dock surveillance feed. It showed TJ's boat coming back out of his dock under power instead of idling and with no lights on, ramming my retaining wall, and TJ and the chairman coming to the back of the boat with drinks in their hands.
"Oh sorry. We back up our surveillance feeds on this laptop." She hit the pause and fiddled with the laptop a bit with the image of TJ and the chairman froze on the screen until she was 'finally' able to shut it down.
When the lights came up TJ and his buddies were gone and several of the commissioners were staring at several of the others. One of the other members, a young lady, spoke up. "I think we have sufficient information to render a decision. Mr. Chairman, I make a motion this hearing be dismissed with prejudice."
"Seconded!" was called out.
"Motioned and seconded, all those in favor," there was a round of yea's, "Opposed." Silence. "Motion carried." All without the participation of the chairman.
"I'd like to call an executive session," the chairman said weakly.
The young lady stood up, "Mr. Chairman, after what we've been presented tonight I don't want to be alone in a room with you and your crew without witnesses. I believe we are finished here tonight." She and several of the board members got up and left as the press was heading to the bench. The ones left were headed out the back door.
The scandal over the next few weeks caused five commissioners to resign and several land owners to be investigated. Seems TJ wasn't the only one they had been giving preferential treatment to.
On the home front we put the finishing touches on our shoreline, fixing that pesky connection on the dock and finally getting around to installing the low voltage lighting along the edge of the retaining wall. Somehow we just didn't have the time to install it right away after setting the retaining wall, even if TJ seemed to think we did that on purpose.
Much to Regan's delight we started on the main kitchen with Terry stopping in pretty regular to give me a hand. Talking about his business options while we worked. And what would be the best way to do this, and how should I do that. Really getting a handle on his business and starting to grow it instead of just getting by to support his party and beer needs.
I think that was the first time I realized something had happened.
It was confirmed a few weeks later when we were about finished with the upper cabinet doors. He was taking Tess out for a nice evening and came back to pick her up. Not only in a nice shirt and jacket, but even a tie.
That was it, the final bite. We knew at that moment he had been bit hard and it got him good. Terry was in love. He was taking Tess to dinner with his parents. One less bachelor in the world...
I turned and grabbed Regan, picking her up and carrying her upstairs groping her ass and the side of her tit along the way.
"You know this is the first time we've had the house to ourselves since we went back to Fox Lake?"
"And that's significant because?"
I tossed her on the bed with a corresponding squeal then reached up and tossed the pillows to the floor, "No pillows to pull over your face. I'm going to make you scream until you're horse."
I dropped on Regan grabbing at her clothes and all but ripping them off her while she did the same to me while trying to kiss each other into submission.
Smothering her gasp as I got a good grip on her mound and tit, working my finger between her wet lips straight to her clit. Attacking her clit with everything I had to get her off quick, and making her screech when I dived between her legs without taking the time to lick my fingers. Wrapping my arms around her thighs and eating her to another orgasm before letting her catch her breath.
I laid there between her thighs watching her chest move, her nipples starting to soften before I began kissing my way up her belly, moving my face to one tit and then the other wiping her juices from my face to her tit before licking and nuzzling and nipping and sucking on them, hearing Regan's breathing begin to labor.
I kissed my way up her neck and just as I nipped the side I slid into her waiting pussy. Balls deep in one stroke before laying on her and wrapping my arms around her. I pulled back enough to look her in the eye and then leaned forward to lightly kiss those chocolate lips, beginning to slide in and out of her as my tongue invaded her mouth, battling each others tongues as my pace increased.
Regan's arms and legs wrapping around me as she screamed into our kiss cumming around me as I unloaded in her spasming body. Trying to roll over but Regan not letting me go with the little spasms still running through her body.
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I wake up every morning thanking what ever gods there are that I chose this house over the one in Chicago. I'm not sitting on the gulf with bikini covered babes around me, I'm sitting by my pool with lots of NAKED sorority babes around me, and the loveliest of them all is my beautiful bride. Yes, when Regan finished her Bachelors we got married, and stayed home in our apartment for three days with hoots and hollers from our audience down by the pool. My once blushing bride now gets a little kick out of screaming her lungs out, often sucking me to hardness again after the first go round... and the applause from the pool audience!.
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The Spring Break B&B has been mildly successful, and that's just how we want it, no more than that. A bit of a mad rush for the few weeks of various spring breaks and the occasional summer or Christmas vacation spurt. But other than that and a steady trickle of the local girls, we live our lives the way we want. We're even thinking about kids when Regan finishes her Masters next year, unless she decides to go for her PhD. that is.
A year after we brought Tess back down with us it was confirmed, Terry was terminal, he asked her to marry him and she had the audacity to smile when she said yes. He never knew what hit him and probably didn't care.
I have to smile when I look at my little sister-in-law laying out oiled up beside her sister. That little naïve savant of a sister-in-law. Tess barely passed her GED to get her diploma when she got down here, except in one area... math. Throw a word problem at her and she was lost, same with an English composition, but put numbers in front of her, and look out.
Not only was she tutoring college students in math, she has even started to do some consulting as a forensic accountant. She didn't always know the ins and outs of things, but she could point out the errors and tell you if they were accidental or intentional and who made them... within five minutes of SCANNING pages of numbers.
Oh and our 'pregnant' Sheriff, he lost the last election when one of Terry's distant cousins ran and used our gate video to make some facebook videos. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
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The only real down part of the last few years was the girls' family situation in Chicago. After many conferences with the FBI, and even a few trial visits down here by 'rogue' agents, they were finally convinced Tess couldn't tell them much about what the rest of the family was up to.
They had been a part of a multi-faceted operation of drugs, prostitution, book making, loan sharking, stolen cars, and the list went on. Drugs and cars, whole and chopped, was only their family's part of it. But a big enough part and their father far enough up the food chain that if he survives prison he will be a very old man. Regan never knew he was one of the senior officers in the same gang her brothers were in. Their mom should be out a few years if she behaves. Some of the other relatives were cleared, others were in just as deep as their father. Makes for some interesting visits back to Fox Lake...
Their brothers birthdays were generally the worst, but every so often something would remind one or the other of them of something and it would be a few slow days of recovery. It's hasn't happened for a while, but Terry and I have an understanding, if one of the girls has a problem we call the other.
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"Honey?" Regan asks as she slips her arms around my shoulders and snuggles here bare tits on my shoulders from behind while I'm *trying* to work. I'm holed up in our apartment trying to get something accomplished away from the girls. Her sorority sisters seem to take pure delight in oiling and squeezing and rubbing and of course there's the shoulder shake and the little extra but wiggle, and...
"What?" recognizing 'that tone' in her simple question as I reach back to lightly stroke the top of her oiled tit.
"Did you want to referee the volley ball game or head out on the boat?"
OH FUCK! How do I get into these predicaments? Up on a tall chair watching a dozen topless women slamming a volley ball around with several dozen more jumping and cheering them on from the side lines with bottoms that barely cover anything versus half a dozen or so laying out oiled and completely naked with tits moving with the waves.
"I was thinking about sneaking out on the boat with you if you decide to do that."
I groaned and Regan snickered. Even after all these years she KNOWS what the sight of her bright pink slit peaking out from between her well oiled chocolate lips does to me. "You are SO going to get fucked tonight woman!"
Regan skipped away wiggling her oiled ass with that little, tiny, microscopic, infinitesimal, black string coming up between her cheeks and going across her hips. "That's the plan," I hear her say with a grin in her voice.
*Don't forget to vote.*
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Okay guys, it's put up or shut up time. You can comment on my spelling, IF you're volunteering to be an editor or proof reader. Hell I'd take a decent proof reader or two, if nothing else you'd get an early peek at what's coming.
I'm also looking for some consultants for a story that's tickling the back of my brain. The story line involves a pair of disabled vets, double amputees. I'm thinking Army and Air Force. Drop a comment or a PM if you're interested.
For those of you that want *more* chapters of previous stories, give me some direction. They wrapped up because that's as far as I could think about going with them. The exception being the Serendipity series, there are still plans for the bits and pieces that didn't fit in the reconstruction.
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On another front, there is a good chance there will be some gaps between upcoming stories. The real world is eating into my writing time and I won't post stories that aren't complete. The rebuilding of the corrupted Serendipity series taught me the hazards of trying to keep up.
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OH, **DON'T FORGET TO VOTE** | literotica |
Title: 48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 01
Tags: m/ff submission, slave training, auction, minor foot fetish, spanking, forced orgasm
*Welcome to my first Literotica story! If noncon is not your thing, please look elsewhere. For example, I would not click on an incest story. I believe many men and women have dark dreams and fantasies about being 'taken'. Please don't confuse fantasy with realty.
To enjoy the best continuity, follow each woman separately. Part 1 sets the scene for the capture and auction. Lisa, Pt 2, is the first to enter her new life. Autumn, in Pts 4 and 6, has a different experience. Julie, written by coauthor J Spe, is in Pts 3, 5, and 7 so far.
This series will explore the fantasy (my fantasy) of imposing, strong-willed men. You will not find torture or extremes here. Enjoy. Carole99*
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The evening was pleasant. A warm Caribbean breeze cooled the deck, and dinner was served to the six couples aboard the yacht. Light chatter and laughter reached the four men in the smaller boat anchored 100 yards off the starboard bow, unseen in the dark. The leader, Albert, noted that there were only three crew members aboard, one a woman. Albert and his men thought of themselves as pirates, but they were slavers. As the dinner drew to a close with dessert and wine, the couples drifted off to their cabins. The crew cleaned up, and the two men made their way to the bridge. Over the next hour, the cabin lights went out one by one, and the Captain remained alone on the bridge. Albert noticed a very slight movement of the yacht. He thought, "Some of them are having sex! Excellent! I wonder if I'll be able to tell once they are lined up in front of me." He opened the cabin door and said, "Get some sleep. We move just before dawn."
Hours later, they silently picked up their weapons and climbed the stairs. One went back to switch on the trolling motors. The boat slowly started moving toward its prey. No one spoke in the 40 minutes it took to approach the rear of the yacht. In gold letters, the name *'Blue Bayou'* arched across the stern. Each man knew his role. Albert boarded and started toward the bridge. The others carefully and silently stationed themselves around the ship.
The Captain noticed the bridge door opening a little too late. He saw the barrel of a gun pointed right at him. Instinctively, he started to reach for a button on the panel in front of him. "Don't even think about it!" Albert said in a hoarse whisper. "Come toward me. Now!" As the Captain approached, Albert twirled his finger, indicating that he should turn around. In a moment, the Captain was cuffed. "Captain," Albert continued in a whisper, "Wouldn't you agree that it is hard to swim in handcuffs?" The Captain nodded. "Good. Now you are going to help me round up the passengers and crew on deck, understood?" Again, a nod. "You are going to go on the intercom and announce in a calm voice that there is a situation on the ship that requires everyone to assemble on the rear deck in 10 minutes. I have six armed men already on board, so sounding any alarm would only cause you and your crew harm. Gather your wits and make the announcement."
As the passengers made their way to the deck, they saw the Captain with his back to the starboard rail, a strained smile on his face. Beside him, a man they had not seen before. The Captain nodded, indicating that all were present. Albert drew his pistol. Three men emerged from the shadows, pistols in hand. The Captain, at Albert's nod, said in a loud voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, these men have taken over the ship. Please do exactly as they say and we will not be harmed." Taking advantage of the expected moment of stunned silence, the pirates began herding the men to the starboard rail and the women to the port side. While one man stayed with the women, the two others, waving their pistols, produced handcuffs and fastened each man to the rail with the Captain. Albert and his men now took several moments to look over their captives. The passengers were all roughly in their twenties, all well groomed and in good physical shape. This was not a surprise, as Albert had been scouting this and a few other boats for three days. Some were in bathrobes, the rest had slipped on jeans or shorts. Some women were softly crying, others were starting to ask questions. The men were all glaring at Albert, silently admitting their handcuffed impotence.
"Silence!" My men will now pass among you and collect everything in your pockets. Cell phones, wallets, and any jewelry you are wearing." The first two women handed over cell phones, a ring and a necklace. The man threw the phones overboard and pocketed the jewelry. The first man reluctantly gave up his wallet. The pirate rifled through it, taking credit cards, ID, and cash. He tossed the wallet into the water. At this, the fourth woman in the line began loudly demanding that they be set free and for the pirates to leave the ship or face "the law". Albert pointed at the lady and said, "Bring her!" Two of the bandits walked over to her and seized her by the upper arms, dragging her to the center of the deck. At a nod from Albert, one of the men moved to hold her arms behind her. The other man quickly pulled her shorts down to her knees. Then they bent her over at the waist, each holding her down with one arm. They began harshly smacking her panty-clad behind with their free hands. Screams became sobs and then frantic pleas to stop. At length, they straightened her up to face Albert, who looked directly at the other women and said, "From this point on you will all address me as 'Sir', and you will not speak unless you are asked a question. Is that clear to all?"
A few meek and tearful "Yes Sirs" were heard.
Albert turned to directly face the spanked woman. "Do you have anything else to say?"
Her eyes cast down in defeat, tears running down her face, she sobbed, "N-no---Sir."
Albert said, "Return to your group. Leave your shorts where they are." She shuffled back to the rail. Albert said, "Now we will continue." The men resumed collecting items from the captives, who were much more cooperative. After all but valuable items had been tossed into the ocean, Albert turned again to the women and said, "Now, two at a time, my men will take you to your cabins. You are to show them everything you have in the room. Every piece of clothing, everything. They will want to see any grooming or toiletry items you have. Some of you have left your phones and wallets in your room. Show my men everything. Is that clear, ladies?"
"Yes Sir."
As the men took the first two women by the arm, Albert held up his hand. "Stop. First, all the women, remove your shoes and throw them over the side. You won't need them." Slowly at first, each shoe or sandal came off and made a splash. As the last one went over, Albert said, "Thank you, ladies. I find that barefoot women are just a bit less defiant. Wouldn't you agree? You don't need to answer that."
In the first cabin, the captor spoke for the first time. "What is your name?"
"Lisa, Sir."
"Alright Lisa. You will quickly hold up each item you have in this cabin, one at a time, and then toss it in that corner unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir." Lisa began holding up her clothing. A dress, underwear, shorts, t-shirts and shoes. All were thrown in a pile. She then went through her male companion's belongings.
"Go into your bathroom and show me what is there." Lisa brought out toothpaste, a few cosmetics and a razor. "Is there shaving cream in there?"
"Yes Sir."
"Leave only the razor, the shaving cream, and soap and towel. Throw everything else away. When Lisa returned, the man glanced in the bathroom. He turned toward the frightened woman. "Lisa, I will give you your privacy. Enter the bathroom. Do not lock the door. You are to shave yourself all over, including your pussy. Shower. Clean yourself thoroughly in all places. Do you understand what I mean by that?"
Stricken and tearful, Lisa choked out, "Yes Sir."
"You have twenty-five minutes to finish. If you take too long I will come in and help you. When you are finished, you are to wrap yourself in only the towel. Go!" As Lisa scampered into the bathroom, the man smiled, sat on the bed, and lit a cigarette.
In the next room, the second captive entered her cabin and backed up against a wall, expecting to be raped. "What is name?"
"Ummm, K-Katherine! S-Sir." A fleeting thought about trying to relate to a kidnapper entered her mind. "What is your name?" He just glared at her. She remembered the instruction to show her things. She reached toward a suitcase on the dresser.
"No!" he pointed toward the bathroom. Trembling, Katherine entered the small bathroom with the nameless pirate right behind. He looked around. He picked up a bar of soap and handed it to her. Then he held up a razor. "You bath! You shave!" He pointed to his armpits, and his crotch before patting his legs. He made a waving motion from his neck to his calf. "Understand?"
She reddened in embarrassment. "Y-yes s-s-Sir", she replied through tears. He turned and walked out, leaving the door open. Katherine had been shaving her privates for a couple of years, leaving the usual "landing strip", but it had been several days. She decided to shave that off in the shower. She began to undo the robe belt, but the open door was too much. She stepped in the shower, closed the curtain, and slipped out of her robe, bra, and panties. The first cold blast from the shower head made her jump back, but in a moment she began soaping up and shaving her legs and underarms. Her dark triangle headed for the drain last.
The man began to go through the suitcase and a closet, dumping everything on the floor. He heard the shower stop, and took a step to stand in the doorway. Katherine was just emerging from the shower, knowing she would have to sit down to finish. "Oh, please!", she pleaded. The man twirled his finger in a 'hurry up' motion, then folded his arms. Trembling and sobbing, she sat on the toilet and picked up the shaving cream. She turned to hide herself , but quickly saw that it wouldn't work. She placed a bare foot on the counter and spread her legs as she applied a thin layer of cream. As he watched, she had to feel for stubble with her fingers before reaching down with the razor.
Soon she wiped herself with the towel. She was well aware of his stare as she bent her head and moved her lower lips around, looking for any missed hairs. She stood up and faced him. In an instant, he grabbed her arm and neck, turned her around, and bent her face down to the toilet seat. She screamed, again expecting to be raped. Instead, he bent his head down and spread her ass cheeks. He grunted and reached for her hands. He placed one on each cheek and motioned for her to hold them open. He picked up the razor and scraped a few stray hairs off. He let go and as she straightened up, he was handing her the towel. Her face couldn't have been redder as she wrapped it around her body.
Two hours later, six towel-clad women were lined up at the rail. Most were still a little wet, and their hair was matted. He said, "Thank you, ladies for your cooperation. Your obedience will be tested further now." He pointed to the female crew member, who was still dressed. "You will go to each one, have her face the rail, and dry her hair and body with her towel. She can then put her towel back on. If anyone is uncooperative, just stand back and we will take care of it. Ladies, this will be the first step of your interview. Do you understand?"
Two or three emitted very meek, "Yes Sir".
"I said, do you understand?"
A much stronger "Yes Sir!" rang out.
As the sailor began her task, each woman, blushing and tearful, dutifully turned, perhaps grateful for this small grant of modesty. The men, including the ignored captives, were mesmerized. As the fifth woman's backside was revealed, Albert said, "Stop! Ladies, I want you to walk over to your man and notice that he is very interested in your predicament. You have 30 seconds. Move!" Each of the six women found her mate and quickly noticed that he was painfully aroused. Two of the women slapped her man across the face. Another attempted to kick out, but her knee became tangled in her towel. Another reached out and slapped at a crotch. Each said a few angry words, and turned to walk away. Most were blushing. One towel started to fall off. The woman quickly re-tucked it.
Albert continued. "Ladies, while you were busy freshening up, we have prepared your interview room. As you are finished getting dried, you will go one at a time with Peter here. The interview will take approximately thirty minutes. Be prepared to tell us all about yourself. Your profession, your hobbies, the books you have read, your experiences. You will be weighed and measured. You will be assessed. Do you understand?"
Several women glanced at each other, helpless at this deepening of their predicament. "Yes Sir."
"I will accept your answer, though I doubt if any of you really understand." He turned and walked away.
Peter escorted the first lady to the nearest cabin. Albert gestured, "Please sit here. What is your full name?"
"Autumn Ellis" Albert looked up from his clipboard. "Uh, Sir." Sitting in the short towel, Autumn had her knees pressed tightly together.
"Autumn, what is your profession?"
"I'm an accountant, Sir."
"Good, that skill could be very useful" Autumn started to question this odd statement, but Albert silenced her with a gesture. "There will be time for your questions later. Take this clipboard and list all your measurements, hobbies and interests." Autumn did so and handed the board back. "That man you just tried to kick, is he your boyfriend?"
"Y-yes Sir."
"And during the last few months, about how many times a week have you had sex?"
Autumn was starting to tremble. "Ummmm, uh, I guess about two or three times."
"Do you have something to add, Autumn?"
She looked up. "Umm, Sir! Sorry."
Albert took a wild guess. He stood up and glared down at her. "Autumn, did you have sex last night?" She looked up at Albert, towering over her. Her mouth gaped open, but no sound escaped. "Autumn, do you remember what happened on deck earlier? I hope you are not losing your respect for me. What are the two rules I gave you?"
"Errrr, to call you Sir, and to not speak unless asked a question. Sir." The trembling increased and tears began to flow.
"Answer my question!"
Autumn, close to despair, whispered, "Yes s-Sir."
"Autumn, have you ever given your boyfriend oral sex?"
"Uh, yes Sir."
"And has he returned the favor?"
"No Sir, he said he wouldn't like it." Autumn's face turned bright red. "Why are you asking me these questions?"
Albert shot her a stern look, but let the transgression go. "Stand up! Step on this scale!" Startled, Autumn quickly moved onto the scale. "Now, Autumn, we can hardly weigh you accurately while you are wearing a wet towel. You will remove it, fold it carefully, and hand it to me."
It took a moment for the command to sink in. Numbly, she unclasped the towel, let it fall into her hand and started to fold it. She broke.
Dropping the towel and putting her hands to her face, she started screaming, "I can't do this! Leave us alone! Leave us alone!"
At the first scream Peter stepped up and grabbed Autumn by the arms. Albert calmly said, "We will continue your interview after the others. Take her back to the rail and give her a taste of your hand." He quickly put an arm around her waist and dragged the naked, crying woman from the room. In a few minutes, her painful screams resonated through the ship.
The next two women, though highly embarrassed and tearful, cooperated with Albert's instructions. Each came out of the cabin blushing and distressed. The fourth was named Julie. As she handed her towel to him, Albert glanced down her body and asked, "Did you shave yourself completely?" Instinctively, she dropped her hands down across herself. Albert stood up and glared right into her eyes.
Even though she was still on the scale, Albert towered over her. She bent her neck to look up at him. "Show me! Sit down!" Intimidated, Julie sat in the chair. "Come on!" He moved his hands in an unmistakable way. Julie raised her legs and parted her knees a little. Albert grabbed her ankles and separated them. "Hold still!" He hesitated, looking at her legs.
He had always been an admirer of ladies legs and feet. Many women had nice legs, but few had pretty feet. Julie's feet were smooth and small with a graceful arch. "Very nice", he thought, as his attention focused on her crotch. Interestingly, he had always thought of pussies as rather ugly. He thought, "Maybe that's why nature covered them with hair." His customers, though, had almost invariably preferred smoothies. He lightly ran his fingertips over her crotch, pinching here and there. Julie sat frozen. Albert thought, " I got a little response from the last two. Not this one." After a quick inspection he said, "Good shaving job, you may take your towel and go." She quickly jumped up and wrapped herself in the towel. He watched her great calves and her toes flexing as she walked away. He turned to Peter, "I need to pick one of the six. Not that one." Peter chuckled.
Lisa was the last, save for Autumn. Having obediently folded her towel and stepped from the scale, Lisa stood before Albert naked. "Lisa, I am behind schedule. You have twice seen what happens to disobedient girls. I am growing impatient. If you do not wish to be dragged from this cabin and whipped, you are going to follow my commands quickly and precisely. Do you understand?"
"Y-y-yes Sir"
"First, I must check your grooming. Sit in the chair and hold your legs open widely." Terrified, Lisa backed into the chair, grasped her knees and spread her legs. "I said widely!" She opened her legs more, and gasped. "I know you had to shave hastily. I will be checking for thoroughness. I will also assess your responsiveness. The last one fell short." As Albert began to lightly run his fingers over her pussy, a deep blush began spreading over Lisa's chest. Her hips moved involuntarily. "I am impressed with your shaving. It is perfect." Lisa felt a strange sense of pride at the compliment. He pulled at her labia. "It's not easy to quickly shave a place like this. His fingers lightly pinched a deep fold. "Or here." His fingernail traced a line across her cheeks. "Have you shaved before today?"
"Uhhhh, yes Sir. But not completely like this."
Albert's tender manipulations quickly replaced her fear with a growing arousal. Albert was good. "Ah! I was hoping to see your little pink friend! He is not so little, eh?"
Lisa didn't answer. She was lost in sensation. Her eyes were closed. Albert continued his light, but expert massage. He began lightly tugging at her lips. She began a low gasping sound. Albert noticed a pulsing in her pussy. He lightly circled her clit, then moved his finger rapidly. Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ohh! An orgasm washed over Lisa. She closed her knees and thrashed in the chair. Albert kept one hand between her legs, gently rubbing. Her breathing gradually slowed. Albert sat back in his chair. He allowed Lisa to sit up. She was still in a haze, her upper body still showing a blush.
"I suspect that you just had one the best orgasms of your life. Is that right, Lisa?"
Through a ragged breath, she said, "Umm, uh, yes uh, Sir."
"You are the most intelligent and responsive member of your group, Lisa. If you wish to make the best of your circumstance, I want you to listen carefully. The rest of your friends are going to another country to live a different life than they have known. Nod if you have an inkling of my meaning." Lisa nodded as another tear formed. "But your responses so far have earned you a chance to stay with me as my assistant. I can assure you, it will be a hard life but far less stressful than the life of the others. If you choose to audition for this assignment. You will have two tasks to accomplish to earn this position. Think for a moment. Are you interested?"
Lisa's mind was whirling. Her options were limited. She said, "Yes Sir."
"Good. Your first task is to return the favor I just did for you. Peter, bring the bowl and cloth." Albert stood, lowered his pants to his ankles and sat at the edge of the chair. "You are to very gently wash me, and then service me with a measure of enthusiasm. Kneel." Lisa knelt. At a gesture from Albert, she spread her knees. She wet the cloth in the warm soapy water and began to clean the already hard organ before her. She held it up with one hand and began to wash his balls and shaft. There was no doubt what he wanted next. She lowered her head and began using her lips and tongue. She lightly squeezed his balls. After two hours of ordering women around and inspecting their most intimate parts, Albert wasn't going to last long. Moments later he exploded in her mouth. She pulled back. He grabbed her hair and forced her head back onto his shaft. She kept licking and moving her lips.
After a minute, Albert sat back. He handed her the cloth. "I expect you to stay long enough to give me maximum pleasure. You may use this cloth on me and then yourself." Lisa gently wiped his organ. "In fact, go take a brief shower in there. Find some clothing. When you return, your second task will be waiting. I believe her name is Autumn. You will take charge of her personal inspection in the same way I did for you. If you understand, go quickly."
Autumn came into the cabin at Peter's arm, naked and walking with an awkward gait. She heard a toilet flush. The three people stood silently, looking at the bathroom door. In a moment, Lisa emerged in jeans and a t-shirt. A little panic showed on Autumn's face. "Lisa, is Autumn a friend of yours?"
"No Sir, we just met yesterday."
"Good. That will make it easier. Autumn's interview was interrupted as she was folding her towel." Albert handed the towel to Lisa. "Carry on."
While in the shower, Lisa had considered her options. The odds of a better future and even possible escape were with Albert, as opposed to the unknown fate facing the others. Though harsh, Albert didn't seem to be a monster. And he really had given her an intense orgasm. She decided to not only try for this position, but to go all out. She narrowed her eyes. "Autumn, you will address me as 'Ma'am', and you will follow my instructions quickly and precisely. Is that quite clear?" The two men in the room gave Lisa a startled look, but kept silent.
Autumn mumbled, "Yes ma'am."
"Speak up!. I notice that you are walking funny. Are you in pain?"
"YES MA'AM!"
"Here is your towel. You haven't finished your task." Autumn took the towel and began to fold it quickly. She was trembling again. She offered it to Lisa. She took it, shook it out and threw it back. "Try again. I'm expecting more from you!" This time the towel looked much neater. "Now I need to check your personal grooming. Sit on that chair and raise your legs in the air." Autumn quickly did as she was told. Lisa grabbed her knees and spread them apart. She began the inspection, rubbing and grazing the skin here and there. Autumn started to move her legs. "Hold still!" Everyone noticed large red marks on her behind and upper legs. "You missed a few spots when you shaved. Have you ever shaved yourself before?"
"No ma'am, not before today." A blush started to redden her face.
"Go into that bathroom and fetch the razor and cream. Move!" She awkwardly stood up and scampered to the bathroom. When she returned, she resumed her position without further instruction. There were no arms on the chair, so she had to place her hands under her knees. "Autumn, you are doing very well so far. Now, I am going to point out areas that need more attention, and you will take care of them." She again started to lightly run her fingers around Autumn's pussy. Soon her clit peeked from under it's hood. Lisa's erotic inspection continued. "Here." Autumn had to lower her head to see where Lisa was pointing. She moved the razor down and scraped it across the offending hairs. "You won't need any shaving cream. You already are getting plenty of lubrication down here. Aren't you?"
"Y-y-e-e-ss M-m-a-a-m", Autumn replied through heavy breaths. Lisa began slow circles around her clit, while tickling around her thighs and ass with the other hand. Her touch was very light, as Albert had 'taught' her. Lisa saw Autumn's nipples stiffen, as her fingers made closer contact. Autumn's toes began to flex and a low moan came out of her mouth. Lisa's fingers began an accelerated movement. Soon, her orgasm was upon her. Her hands flew from her knees to cover Lisa's hands at her crotch. Her head flew back, her feet were moving, and little gasps came between breaths. She tried to stop Lisa's moving fingers at her clit but couldn't. She rode out her orgasm. The men could see her bodily contractions.
Albert couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. He thought, "Wow. She's not faking that one. The toes curling, that blush, and those contractions are a dead giveaway."After a few moments, her little bodily movements and breathing slowed. Lisa told her to sit up. She gave Albert a glance and moved her eyes toward Peter. Albert smiled and told Peter to bring the bowl and cloth. As Peter approached, Lisa motioned for him to sit.
"Autumn, you are going to pay your dues for that great orgasm I just gave you. You are going to wash Peter and then bring him off. Peter lifted up and lowered his pants and shorts. "Kneel." The tearful, gasping girl took the wet cloth and began cleaning Peter's shaft. Lisa pointed downward. He lifted slightly and felt his testicles being washed. He was already quite hard. Lisa snapped her fingers and pointed. Autumn understood and began licking and sucking.
For any man, the day's events would be arousing, and Peter was no exception. He grabbed Autumn's head and began pumping. He came to a moaning finish. Lisa handed her the wet cloth. Autumn started wiping her mouth. "No, clean him, then yourself!" She wiped the head of his still hard organ, and then brought the cloth to her lips and spit several times.
Albert, who had seemed stunned into silence, spoke: "Peter, give her towel back and take her to the dining hall with the others. Lisa, stay for a moment." They sat in chairs facing each other. Fully dressed, and feeling her success with Autumn, she felt confident. "I am quite impressed with your performance. I would even go as far as to say you are the one I have been looking for. I know you are single, and I saw how you slapped the man you were with, so listen to my offer. I want you to be my assistant. Not my slave or servant, mind you, but shall I say, my 'subservient assistant'. You tamed Autumn with authority. I believe that you even enjoyed it in some small way."
"This is a lucrative business, and I am offering you a position on my crew. Along with the obvious work aspect that you have seen, there are also stays in hotels and fine dining. The work can be extremely hard and sometimes quite dangerous, but the rewards are many. You will be all things to me. A trainer, a travel scheduler, a secretary. You will do similar work with women that you just did. I will demand your complete loyalty. Oh yes, you must also be sexually available to me, and only me. You will be off limits to the crew. I think you have seen that I am not a psychopath or a pervert. I simply believe that men and women have separate roles in this life, and I have never seen a woman who was my equal."
"Now, I'm sure you have many questions, and I will answer all at length. But now it is time to eat. Let's go see what's for lunch while you consider my offer." They walked down the hall to a dining room almost filled by a large table. On the right side, Lisa saw the eight men and the female crew member, fully dressed. Each had one hand on the table. She quickly surmised that each one was handcuffed to a chair. On the left were three women, still in towels. Some had been softly crying. The two other women, comically wearing aprons and nothing else, emerged from a large door carrying trays of food. Someone had traded towels for aprons. They began spooning a sort of stew into bowls and passing them down the table. As they turned back to the kitchen, Lisa did a little double take. One of the server's aprons framed her quite red ass. Several others noticed as well, remembering the first spanking.
Everyone's attention momentarily focused on the food. They began looking at Albert and then at Lisa. Albert held up his palm. "Please enjoy your meal. And remember the rules I established earlier. All will become clear to you soon." The two women passed out glasses of water. Albert pointed Lisa to a smaller table near the door where his three crew sat, already eating, guns beside their bowls. As they ate, Lisa observed various behaviors among the captives. The women were alternately glaring at Albert, the Captain, and the captive men. The men were looking at their food. Lisa noticed a faint smile on one face. She thought, could the pirates have talked to the men and told them they would be released? She was sure the women, after their humiliating ordeal, would not be so lucky. Then she realized that she was also a captive who had gone through the same ordeal. Forced to strip, to have a personal inspection, to have a forced orgasm, to be made to shave! She wondered about the woman from the crew. She was quite skinny, and at least in her forties. Could these pirates have decided they didn't want her? Was she too old? Maybe they had some odd respect for fellow sailors.
After everyone was finished eating, the pirates lit cigarettes. One of them got up and began down the row, offering one to each man. Three nodded and the pirate lit each cigarette with a lighter. He turned his back on the women and returned to his seat. This started a series of sighs and snorts among the women, as their situation began to dawn on them. Albert silenced them with a glance. None of them wanted to feel Autumn's pain.
He rose to speak. "All of you will be leaving the ship in the next two days. My men will take you to your rooms for the night. The men will be cuffed two to a bed. I can't risk any heroics or foolish bravado from you. The women will sleep in one room. We have moved some beds to accommodate this. Ladies, feel free to commiserate and plot all night. In the morning the rules apply once more. I want to compliment you on your compliance thus far. That will be reflected in your assessment. Peter, show these ladies to their room and see to their comfort."
Lisa followed Albert back to the captain's cabin. "Have you thought about my generous offer? Do you have questions?"
"Yes Sir. I feel I have no real choice but to trust your word. I don't want to be with the others. My first question is what is really going to happen to those women? Are they going to be sold off as prostitutes?"
"No, not exactly. But freedom is also not in their future. I have contacts all over the world who rely on me to bring them concubines and courtesans. They will be offered a future in a harem or in an apartment as what you would call 'a kept woman'. As long as they are subservient and can adapt, they will have a decent life. That is why women are on this earth. They are to serve and satisfy men." These women will learn to flatter and flirt in public, and give long and enthusiastic service at night. They will dress, and undress, to please the whims of their man. Some of these men like to trade among themselves. But I have confidence that they will not be killed or given to common pimps. But they must learn to be obedient and attentive."
"And I, as well? What if you get mad or tired of me?"
"Yes, you must also be obedient and attentive, and sexy, but voluntarily. I have already seen that in your personality. That is why you are sitting here. You will be part of the crew and dress like the crew. In private, however, I will expect you to be in any state of dress I prefer, and completely available to me. We will be lovers- of a sort- and after what happened earlier, I don't believe you will be disappointed. When we are discussing business, I want your calm attention. But my decisions are always final and you will follow them precisely. As for making me mad, I don't recommend it. If you defy me, I will whip you as you saw today. I need your decision."
Lisa stood up. She thought, "Here goes." She slowly drew her shirt up and off. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off . She stood naked before him again. She whispered, "Sir, business or pleasure?" and sat on his lap as she began a long kiss.
As their lips parted, he said, "Actually, a bit of both, my dear. You are going to do a training session tomorrow with the women. You will teach them three positions of display. Stand up. I will teach them to you now." Lisa frowned a bit and hesitantly stood. "The first is called 'inspection'. Stand with your feet shoulder width apart and your hands behind your head. Elbows back." Albert stood. "This allows me to assess your physical condition. Turn slowly." As she turned, he ran a finger down her back and left cheek. Lisa shivered. "Position two. Kneel. Knees spread wide. Hands behind your head. Good. Now practice moving quickly and gracefully between these positions. Remember, elbows back, knees wide."
Lisa bent forward on all fours to rise. "No. To gracefully stand, stay upright and extend one foot in front, then rise." After several repeats, Lisa was standing at inspection. Albert brushed the back of his hand across her erect nipples. Another shiver. He trailed his hand slowly down to lightly caress her bare pussy. A gasp. He caught her folds between three fingers and lightly tugged her lips. Lisa went up on her toes and gasped again.
Albert said, "I believe you are ready for the third position, my dear. Down on all fours." As she moved, he opened his pants and shirt and slipped them off. "Knees apart, bottom up." He knelt behind her and touched her outer lips with his penis. Then he slowly slipped in. A moan escaped Lisa's mouth, and another. Albert set up a rhythm. He reached down to caress her clit. At times he slowed to a steady in and out. Then he would speed up. All the time, his fingers gently rubbed her. He knew from long experience that women took much longer than men to orgasm. He also knew that forcing women to submit and display themselves was often a subconscious turn-on. He sensed she was close. She was moving back against him. He heard a low groan, and sped up his rhythm, his fingers rapidly strumming her clit.
"Ahhhh Ahhh Uhhhh Oh Oh Oh!" Those hard contractions had always been a trigger for him. Seconds later, Albert exploded into her spasmodic pussy. They collapsed to the floor.
"Are you still with me, Lisa?"
"Ahhhh.. yes. ahhh uhh Sir."
He told Lisa to shower first as the stall was small. Later they sat at a table. Albert's smile faded. He said, "Business. When we are working I will be very demanding. There is no room for error or softness. You will still address me as 'Sir' and show deference at all times. The men will lose all respect if they see defiance in you. Do not give them orders. Do not even speak to them unless you have to. They are not nice men. Do not grow cocky or there will be a swift consequence. Do you understand?"
"I think so Sir. I'm at your mercy. I will try to do what you want. Some of these women are not going to have an easy life, are they?"
"Perhaps not. Lisa, if you can't put such sympathies out of your mind, I will take you to join them."
"No Sir! Please!" A small panic began to arise in her chest. "Let me show you. Tell me what you want me to do with them."
"That's better. Have you thought about the positions? How do you plan to proceed?"
"Ummm, I thought I would take them one at a time and teach them."
"Take two at a time. It will save time and it will be more instructive for them. They all need to get over their modesty. In fact, you will take two and I will take the other three. Then we will compare."
Next morning, Albert stayed well back as Lisa opened the ladies cabin. All had found various articles of clothing during the night. "Did anyone tell you to get dressed?" demanded Lisa. All the women froze. "Get them off! Now!" Robes, pajamas and jeans began dropping. She pointed to Autumn and Julie, who had been first to get her clothes off. "Come with me. Quickly!" As they headed toward an empty cabin, Lisa asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Yes Ma'am," Autumn quickly replied.
Lisa showed them into an empty cabin. "No talking. Get in there. She left the door open. "Go into the bathroom together and take care of things. While you're there, check each others grooming, especially around the ass, where its hard to see. That seems to be very important around here. You have 5 minutes. She noticed Albert with the other girls in the hallway. Her competitive instincts kicked in. She thought, "no sympathy, no softness." The two women filed back into the room. "Kneel, facing each other." They quickly complied. "I am now with Albert. You will do exactly what I tell you to do, quickly and without thinking. I hope that is clear." Lisa picked up a large wooden spoon that she had found in the galley. "My hand may not be very persuasive, but this will be. Now, we have work to do. I am to train you in ways that will be helpful to you in the future. You will address me as 'Ma'am'. Now, hands behind your head." Lisa took the spoon and pushed Julie's elbows back. "You are to mirror each others movements." Both women moved elbows back. "Spread your knees." Autumn moved to comply. Julie hesitated. Lisa smacked her inner thigh.
"Owww! Please!" Through tears, she said, "Ok, ok!"
Lisa tried to think of what Albert would say. "Ladies, this is your position when told to kneel in front of a man. You are displaying your body for him and waiting for instructions. Your tits are thrust out and your knees are wide. Now stand."
The women awkwardly got to their feet. "We'll need to practice a little grace, won't we girls?" Without waiting for an answer, Lisa asked, "Where should your arms be?" They quickly put their hands behind their heads. "Feet apart! This position is called 'inspection'. Good." Lisa began rubbing her fingers over both women's nipples, hardening them. Lisa trailed a hand down to their pussies, lightly exploring. Autumn began to make small movements. A gasp and a little shudder followed.
Lisa said, "Now, down on all fours. Knees spread. Asses facing me." As their legs parted, Lisa gave them an 'Albert', a slow, light rubbing and tugging, moving ever nearer to the clit. Within a few minutes, both women were moist but too nervous to orgasm. Lisa let the girls subside for a while. "This position is called 'down' You will assume it when commanded. Some men will just point down. Others will snap their fingers. Some may call it position 3."
"We will practice going between positions. I am expecting grace and quickness. Stand!" As they worked, a sheen of sweat flowed down faces and breasts. "Kneel." "Stand." Lisa lightly smacked a knee or an elbow a few times, but the girls were getting good at it. Footsteps faintly sounded in the hall. "Stop! Kneel."
In a moment, Albert stood in the door and motioned. "Ladies, come in." His charges meekly filed in. They saw the two kneeling women. With a glance at each other, they knelt in the line. Lisa saw red marks on their thighs. All five were sweaty and short of breath. Albert remarked,"I'm impressed! Now, ladies, you will show me what you have learned. Your responses yesterday and your obedience today will all be part of your assessment score." Ten eyes went wide in shock. "Stand!" The women rose to their position. "Kneel!" Julie was the last to get back down. At a nod from Albert, Lisa went behind the group and gave Julie a low swat.
"Ow! Ahh! Please!"
"Face away from me!" In seconds all were facing the wall. "As I count from left to right, each of you will show me 'down'. One!" Autumn went to all fours. "Two!" Julie followed. A red stripe crossed her behind. She seemed to hold her legs extra wide. In a moment all five women were lined up. "Crawl to that wall, turn around, and kneel." They hurried to comply. "Good. As your reward, four of you will be permitted clothing this evening. Julie, you will not, as your quickness needs some work." Albert had the women crowd into the small shower two at a time for his amusement. As Julie and Autumn emerged he looked over their wet bodies. "You are all to remain hairless from the neck down. In the morning, you and your shower partner will inspect each other thoroughly, as we did today. If any of my men enters your room, you will silently kneel where you are. Be ready to follow their orders. My men may require further service from some of you tonight, but your smooth pussies are safe for now. Do not forget that your actions and your obedience are all part of your score. I'm proud of you. Each of you is a beautiful female specimen." At this, something approaching pride very briefly surged among the tired women. It quickly faded as the word "specimen" sunk in. "Lisa will escort you to your room."
She saw Peter in the hall outside the cabin. The look on his face told her that he had not accepted her new role. "Peter, Albert has made it clear that I am not in charge of the crew. I will be his assistant, not his First Mate. Each of you is very good at this sordid business, and I am trying to fit in because I have no other choice. I will try to stay out of your way. Can we give this a try?" Peter gave a slight nod of his head. "Good! Thank you." As she made her way to Albert's cabin, she tried to decide whether to undress for his pleasure or wait to gauge his mood. She opened the door and saw him at the table, staring at a laptop. She stood just inside the door. "Sir?"
Without looking up, he said, "Strip and kneel!" Lisa quickly complied, sensing anger in his voice. She waited, hands on thighs. She knew better than to speak. She began to realize that the divide between business and pleasure might be difficult to discern. Albert stood up, sending the chair tumbling. He ripped off his shirt and jeans, and in one movement he threw Lisa on her back on the carpet. He proceeded to rape her, finishing off in moments. He got up and strode to the shower leaving Lisa spread on the floor, panting. In a few minutes, he stepped out of the bathroom and jerked this thumb, letting Lisa know it was her turn.
When she emerged, wearing a robe, Albert motioned her to sit down. "I don't apologize for my actions. I was angry, and you walked in. I don't promise it won't happen again. Today has gone sour. My contacts are not responding. I think I have competition out there. Shaken and sore from the attack, Lisa remained silent. She had not expected anything like this. But there was no going back on this. She took a deep breath and began rubbing Albert's back and neck.
"Come to bed", she whispered. She continued to massage his back until he fell asleep. During the night, Lisa could hear the faint sounds of slaps on flesh and cries of pain. She slept fitfully. In the morning she decided to play her 'lovers' role and wake Albert up with her mouth. A few licks and moves with her fingers brought him erect. She gave him a light kiss on the lips and then proceeded to swirl her tongue around his shaft. A crooked smile and a moan preceded his explosion. Remembering, she continued her tongue action as he subsided. She rose to get a warm cloth to bathe him. They dozed for half an hour.
Albert got out of bed, and said, "Thank you. Now get dressed, we have business." As he made a call, Katherine and Julie knocked on the door. They had a tray of food. Lisa was surprised when she noticed that Julie was wearing shorts. Apparently something had happened during the night. Lisa remembered the cries. "Congratulations, Julie!" Julie's eyes went straight to the floor. "Thank you, Ma'am," she muttered.
With a wave, Albert shooed them away. As they ate, Albert tried to formulate a plan. "We're running out of food and fresh water. We have to act today. You will take the girls and find each one something to wear. Nightgowns, dresses, anything revealing and sexy. That one, uh, Julie. Put her in the skimpiest nightie you can find. I want to see her legs. We're taking pictures in two hours. I'll tell the boys. Go."
Lisa faced the women. "Ladies, we are going to each of your old cabins. You are going to retrieve some clothing. You should feel good about that. However, I will choose that clothing from what you have." Autumn's room was first. Lisa told her to show her what was in the pile on the floor. She spotted a blue teddy. "That's the one. Put it on now." Autumn began looking back in the pile. "No underwear." Autumn obediently dropped her robe and slipped the nightgown on. "Perfect, let's go." Soon, each woman was clad in a gown or dress. One was in a bikini.
They were gathered in a cabin when Albert entered. "Stand! Elbows back!" When he was satisfied, he took a few pictures. "Turn around." More pictures. "Kneel." As each one lowered herself to the floor, Albert swept his eyes across the group. Julie wore a short, flimsy baby doll that covered almost nothing in her present awkward position. Katherine was wearing a black cocktail dress that kept her from spreading her knees very widely. He took a closeup of each one, and with a wink at Lisa, turned and walked out.
Katherine cried out, "What is happening to us!" Quickly, the rest started jabbering. Lisa held her hand up. "It's time to answer that question. Relax and quiet down and I'll tell as much as I know. We are captives. There is nothing you or I can do about it. What each of you can do, is try to make the best of this. Albert has promised me that you are not going to be harmed. But I can already see that much depends on you. Soon, men will be looking at you. They will be bidding on you." Tears began falling. Julie fell on the floor, sobbing. Lisa waited. After a time, she continued. "Yes, you are going to be auctioned off."
Autumn raised her hand like a schoolgirl. "Why are you so special?"
Lisa thought for a moment. "I made a deal with the devil. He made me an offer and I took it. Any of you would have done exactly the same and you know it! Now I don't know any more than you about what happens next. But I have learned that it doesn't pay to make him angry. Some of you have learned it too. I'm going to do exactly what he expects and you will too if you want to get through this. Now, we're going back. Julie, apparently your score went up last night, so keep the nightie." Julie looked away. Peter appeared in the doorway. "When we get back you will follow his instructions. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am," came a weak response. The barefoot, barely clad women filed out.
When Lisa returned to Albert's cabin, he smiled and motioned her over to a chair. She breathed a sigh of relief at his elevated mood. "OK, I have a deal. This evening, we will meet 3 other boats. I have ten gentlemen coming aboard to view the merchandise. The weather is good, so we will do this on the aft deck. After lunch, I will brief the girls on what is expected. You are to remain with them when they are not on deck. Keep their spirits up as best you can. Most if not all of them will be leaving tonight."
"And the men?"
Albert shot her a stern look. "Don't concern yourself with matters outside your duties!"
"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again." Beads of sweat began to form on her face. An image formed in her mind, of her standing in a line to be auctioned. She realized that she could never truly trust Albert. She also realized that there had been no sights or sounds of the captive men today. A little shudder came over her. Was there a way out of this? A way off this boat? A way back to her life? No. In another world, she might even like Albert. In this world she was really only one level above the others. She would have to play her few cards with all her wits.
The captive men were conspicuously absent at lunch. Everyone ate in silence. Two women, perhaps even more comical in aprons and night gowns, served and cleaned up afterward. Albert brought his chair nearer to the table. "Ladies, this evening will bring our association to an end. As you have been told, we will have visitors. Each of you will probably be leaving the boat with one of them. If it is any comfort I want you to know that I only have high quality clients. You will not be sold into prostitution. You will be serving one man at his pleasure. This man will pay a large sum of money for you. This gives you a measure of safety, as you will be a valuable and expensive investment. I see that each of you is looking at me as though I am a monster. No, I am a man. Perhaps more of a man than you have ever known, but still a man." He looked at each girl in turn, until each one looked away.
"Over the next few hours, you will receive further instructions and we will go through a kind of rehearsal. You will quickly and carefully follow every command. I can assure you that none of you wants to earn a punishment this evening in front of my clients. That would cause a loss of respect among them. Do any of you think that would be a good idea?"
"No Sir.", he heard, almost in unison.
"I may ask you to assume the positions you learned, and others. I will probably ask you to reveal yourself at some point. You will be obedient and graceful. There will be no breakdowns or outbursts. You will return to your rooms now. Lisa will decide what you are going to wear. It may well be what you are wearing now. You will have time to clean up and have a light meal before the evening's entertainment. You are dismissed." Peter directed the women to the hallway.
Albert faced Lisa. "I want them in panties and bras. I thought Katherine's dress was very nice. I think that would be better than nighties. It will be more exciting for the clients as their bodies are revealed. Keep them busy while you gather the clothing. Get them cleaned up and dressed by five o'clock, and bring them to the deck. I will ask one of the men to bring food. Questions?"
"No, Sir, I understand."
"You are not to tell them, but I have come up with a score for each one from one to ten, based on beauty, obedience, and sexual response. The starting bid will be the score times $10,000. Autumn is an 8, and Julie is a 5. The rest are in between. For your own information, you would probably be a 9. You may go."
"Yes Sir" Lisa blushed lightly and started for the empty cabins where she would find dresses and underwear. She was thinking, "No! Being a nine is not a good thing here. I have to do just what he wants. I need to be still on this boat tomorrow!" She brought her collection back the room and spread it out on a bed. "You are to find underwear and a dress that will fit you. Do not put them on yet, as you need to shower. Keep your hair dry. Pick your clothing now and begin taking turns to shower. Be sure you are clean shaved. No stubble. There will be food here later. We are leaving here at 5."
The women eagerly started going through the clothes. A little shopping spree broke out. Lisa smiled and thought, "Even the spankings are not as humiliating for a woman as being naked." One was already entering the shower. This done, she thought about shoes. She had noticed heels in some rooms. Yes, they would need heels for the auction. Men loved heels.
Peter and another man were on watch near the womens cabin. Both men looked her over as she passed. "Peter, I'm going to get shoes. We'll be ready on time." All she got from Peter was a small nod and a glare. His look told her that he was picturing her as she shed her towel the day before. She kept moving. A feeling of dread came over her. She thought, "There are ten clients coming aboard and only five women. Albert just told me I was worth $90,000 minimum. Will he betray me? Is this a setup? I don't dare ask him. But if he tells me to get in a dress, That will be the end of me. Oh, God!" She stopped walking and leaned on a wall. "Breath, Breath! OK, OK! Concentrate! Get it done! Shoes!" She continued down the length of the hall, entering the rooms to gather heels. Shortly, Lisa was back with the ladies. "Katherine, you're dressed. Come and get shoes." She dumped them on the bed. Katherine was a mess. Her face was red from crying. Her hair was uncombed. "Find some shoes and put them on. Then sit on the bed." Lisa found a hairbrush on the floor, sat down next to Katherine and started brushing her hair. "We have to get through this. We have no choice."
Katherine glared at her. "That's easy for you to say! You're not being sold off!" More tears.
"Right now, I'm not even sure that's true, but no matter. He has us. Now take a few deep breaths. We're on a schedule. I really believe that the more we cooperate, the better off we'll be. We have to trust in that." Lisa looked up, and saw that the other four women were listening.
The women wobbled on deck at 5:15. Each was wearing a cocktail dress. For the most part, their hair was combed. Their faces were various shades of red from crying. Lisa, to her relief, was still in jeans and a t-shirt. "Thank you Lisa. Ladies, we're a little behind. Please do as I say, and this will go well for all of you." There was a faint menace in his words. Again, he looked at each one directly until she looked down. "Please line up facing me. Autumn, you are on the left. Julie, on the right. You will be called by number, one through five, as you are standing now. Lisa, write down the number order. Now, one at a time, turn to your right and walk to the rail, turn, and come back to your position. I want to see the beautiful women that you are." They walked as they were told. Albert thought, "The heels were a good idea. It's hard for them not to look good in heels." As they returned, he said, "Now, hands on hips, slowly turn completely around. Good. Now, sink to your knees, opening your legs as far as your dress will allow."
There were a few gasps, but the women numbly knelt as told. "At this point, I will ask each of you to rise. You will then follow my instructions precisely. We don't need to practice that part." As his meaning dawned on each girl, tears and blushes began anew. He called Lisa aside. "Take them back . Get them to clean up each others faces. Get them to put on some lipstick. They can eat a little. Then come back here. Our guests will be here in an hour or so."
"Yes Sir." Back in the room, Lisa got the women settled as best she could. They were in a mild state of shock. She knew Albert's instructions would distract them somewhat. As she left, a crewman stood the open door. She realized that his presence would keep conversation among the captives at a minimum.
She entered Albert's cabin and stood by the closed door. He waved her to a chair. "It has been a hell of a day, but things are looking better now. Your job is to keep them calm and impress the importance of following instructions. In my experience, once they are on deck they will comply with my directions. I will send for you in a while. Find a bottle of whiskey and a glass. As you wait off deck, give each one a shot of booze. It will relax them."
The final act was at hand. The group waited in the hall. Lisa passed the shot glass and topped it off for each girl. They could hear low voices nearby. Albert spoke. "Gentlemen, in a moment, we will view the consignment. You have a card with five numbers, some comments, and a score with each. As I explained, the starting bid will be the score multiplied by $10,000. I have personally assessed the shipment over the last two days. I assure you the value is reflected in the score. Take notes as we proceed. After the viewing, the bidding will begin. You will then have a private visit with your purchase before departure. I remind you of the strict confidentiality of these proceedings. Shall we begin?" He backed up until Lisa could see him and gave a wave. The women filed out and faced the audience in number order.
"Ladies, as I call your number, please walk gracefully to the rail and return to your place. Number one." A small sound escaped her lips as Autumn made her way to the rail. The tight dress forced small steps and as all the men noticed, her heels made the small muscles in her calves move in a delicious way. Julie was next. Each woman again faced the bidders, a slight flush showing on a few faces. "Now, turn slowly and finish in a kneeling position. Soon all five were in a somewhat awkward kneeling posture. "Heads up please. Number one, rise. Number two, rise and unzip her dress and help her out of it. Very slowly." Albert's voice was sharp and compelling. Julie stood up and stepped behind Autumn. The sound of the zipper seemed very loud on the silent deck. A sigh of anticipation lightly rose from the audience. Julie lowered the dress, and slipped it off Autumn's legs. "Number one, bring the dress to me." Autumn had to cross in front of the men in bra and panties. "Thank you. Please return. Each of you will repeat this procedure in order. Begin."
Julie's dress soon slid off. The walk across to Albert seemed to be the most embarrassing part so far. Blushes and small sobs began. In a short time, five women stood in bras, panties, and heels. Everyone knew what was next. "Number one, reach back and slowly remove your bra, drop it on the deck, and slowly turn again. Number two, as she finishes, you will wait a moment and then begin." Soon each captive proffered her breasts to the bidders. A new blush began spreading from the necks down to the chests of a few women. The audience noticed that the cool air and the stress were causing nipples to harden. The men could barely take their eyes off the women in order to take notes. Albert waited until the bidders seemed ready.
"Thank you. Now, for the last part of the auction, I want each of you to turn away from us." A small feeling of relief passed through the women as they turned away. Number one, lower your panties halfway down your thighs. All eyes watched the spectacle. "A little more. Good. Now quickly place your hands behind your head and wiggle out of them! Now!" A kind of wail escaped Autumn's lips, but she began. She had to gyrate wildly to get her tight pink panties to slowly slide to her ankles. "Lovely. Leave your panties where they are, slowly turn and sink to a full kneel." Tears flowed as she complied.. Sighs came from the frozen men. Albert watched as the scene took effect.
"Number two. Proceed!" As Julie hooked her fingers in the waistband, a trembling came over her. "Keep going!, Albert warned." After a half-minute or so, he said, "Peter!" Peter stepped in with the wooden spoon concealed at his side. With a loud smack, the spoon struck Julie's left cheek.
"Owww!" This jolted her back into motion. The blue panties slid to half-mast. Holding her legs tightly together, Julie began. The wiggling action was driving the men wild. As she twisted and moved, the panties slowly edged down until they dropped at her ankles. Soon she was spread out beside Autumn. Fifteen minutes later all five red-faced captives were in this most humiliating position in front of a group of ogling men who were about to bid on their naked bodies and their services.
All five remained still, unable to look at their audience. Albert broke the silence. "Ladies, please remain as you are. Gentlemen, please finish your notes. The bidding will be in $2000 increments above the starting figure. Just raise your card to indicate a bid. This will not be a high pressure auction. Each of you already have formed a valuation for this merchandise. There is no need for me to shout and carry on. That might be embarrassing for the ladies." It took a moment in the charged atmosphere for the bidders to realize that Albert had made a joke. A big laugh broke out among the men as the tension was broken.
"Number one, stand and slowly turn." Autumn slowly rose. "80. More?" Cards flew up. Albert began nodding, trying to keep up with the rapid bidding. Each man wanted Autumn. Albert knew that he had to auction the best one first, or the bidders would be saving their money for her. More bids. "96. Any more? Okay, 130. Number one, walk over to this gentleman and hand him your panties. Then take his arm and leave to your left. You will find numbers on the cabin doors"
Autumn hesitated as the command sunk in. She looked down at her panties, numbly deciding whether to take them off or wait until she walked over to him. Albert snapped his fingers. She slowly shuffled over to the man, bent down to pick them up, and held them out. The man stood up and stepped toward her. He walked a little bent over, his erection hampering his mobility.
Lisa, Peter, and the other man listened as the bidding resumed. Julie was next, then Katherine. The bidding went quickly, and soon the last captive delivered her panties to her 'gentleman'. After watching Autumn's awkward walk, each had picked up her panties before walking across the deck. As each couple left the deck, the sight of a woman wearing only heels on the arm of a fully dressed man captured every eye.
There were five men left in their chairs. Albert said, "Gentlemen, this concludes the regular auction. However, I have a bonus. For your pleasure!" He turned just as Peter and the other man grabbed Lisa under the arms and carried her out on deck. She screamed and kicked out as they began to pull up her shirt.
*End of Part One* | literotica |
Chimera in a Bottle
Sara couldn't keep her hand out of her pocket, playing with the small plastic vial inside that contained a brightly colored, syrupy liquid. She knew she shouldn't keep toying with it, but it comforted her to have a solid reminder that the vial was still there, and not confiscated by some member of hospital security. Then again it wasn't like she was going to be patted down, strip searched, or anything like that. She was just here to visit her boyfriend, and slip him his weekly dose of Chimera.
Sara finally managed to pull her hand from her pocket, only to nervously begin twisting some of her honey-blonde hair with the very same hand as she turned down the hallway leading towards the "Xenobiology Ward," as it was called. Faulston IV had been a backwater farming world until someone discovered some ancient tech-bearing culture spanning several planets a few light years over.
Now the population had swelled significantly with treasure hunters, looters, fortune seekers, history buffs, cosmoarcheology expeditions, investigative parties from varying industrial corporations and powers. With the new influx of people had come all sorts of new things that the original colonists had felt were not worth the space aboard the original generation ships. Like the subtle genome altering drugs like the one Sara had in her pocket.
Her boyfriend, Davis, was a rising football star, and he'd started on the stuff to up his performance. But after taking a big dose for the last game of the season, a few days after he'd started to show side effects, and thus checked himself in to the clinic. Of course they had next to no idea what was going on, and all the off-world medical professionals were employed at one of the big city hospitals, the ones with space ports, not one that was merely a grain storage and transportation hub.
Sara looked around as she reached her boyfriend's room, making sure no one was looking, and then read over Davis' chart to make sure there wasn't anything scheduled that might interrupt them.
She grinned; they would have a few hours to themselves before the next check up. She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her and then locking it after she found no one else in the room.
Davis looked up at her with a hopeful grin on his face, he'd lost weight again. He'd dropped ten pounds the first week in the clinic, the week he'd been ceased taking Chimera. It looked like he'd dropped another ten since the last time Sara had visited.
"D-did you bring it?" he stammered, brown eyes wide and hopeful. Up until the big game, they'd been blue.
Sara nodded and grinned, "Yeah, I did. I told you to be careful with it!"
Davis sighed, "Yeah, I know. But I wanted to look good for the talent scouts!"
"And boy did you ever! Broke the league record for rushing yards in a championship game! How are you feeling?" she asked, sitting down on the bed beside him.
"Weird," he said with a roll of his eyes and a sigh of annoyance as he brushed unfamiliarly long hair back behind his ears, "The doctors say that my cell reproduction and replacement is in overdrive. I'm eating like five times the calories I'm supposed to, and I'm still losing weight! And I have to cut my nails like twice a day, or else I end up looking like some creepy goth-rock guy. And they won't let me off the grounds to get a haircut, either."
Sara chuckled and ran her fingers through Davis' hair. It had been blonde, like her own was, and it still was at the tips, but the new, rapid growth was darker and incredibly soft, "I kind of like it like this." Sara said with a chuckle, leaning in to give Davis a kiss.
She let out a soft yelp of surprise as he embraced her and virtually pulled her onto the bed, "I'm so glad you're here, the hormone therapy they've got me on has me getting hard with nothing more'n a stiff breeze. And I've been missing you."
"Is it still...?" Sara found herself asking and Davis nodded with a wince, pulling off the bedsheet and hiking up his hospital gown to show his half-hard cock. That was the reason why Davis had checked in, after a celebratory session of lovemaking after the big game, Sara had noticed that his member had turned black and had grown several inches, seemingly overnight.
Sara whistled at the sight of her boyfriend's manhood. The black coloration had spread completely over it and it had grown as well, now nearly a foot in length. "Geez..." she said in awe.
"Yeah, the damn thing gets bigger after every hormone therapy session. They've started a new mix just today, but it still makes me horny as hell." Davis admitted with a grin, "I joked if they'd let me keep it. That got me some dirty looks."
"I'll bet!" Sara laughed, shucking her jacket and tossing it into a nearby chair and she kissed Davis again, hungrily, "I've missed you too," she whispered, a grin on her face. Sara was taking her own blend of Chimera, though not nearly as much as Davis had been. She'd taken it to clear up her skin and fill out her curves, slowly so that it looked natural. That was the way to make the alterations permanent after all, slow, low level changes adding up to the end result.
Davis had shot up six inches over the summer, and Sara had asked from something to be added to her own treatment to make herself larger as well so that there wouldn't be such a huge size difference between them.
Sara let out a soft moan as her boyfriend cupped her breasts, "You keep this up they're going to end up being bigger than your head." He teased. Sara seemed to have a complex about her chest, and kept increasing her bust size even though she had the biggest tits in school.
"They just don't feel right yet. I'll know when to stop." Sara said, half-defensively, "They look great and feel awesome, but I want them absolutely perfect."
"I thought they were absolutely perfect three cup sizes ago. I think you're just doing this because Bobbie Joe Brown got some work done offworld during summer vacation."
"Well, she doesn't have my sexy mocha complexion."
"She's got part of it, with all those freckles and all."
Sara chuckled, "Seriously, Davis? You've got your hands on my tits, a twelve inch hard-on, and you insist on talking about other women?"
The words brought a blush to his face, "Uh... sorry."
The blonde shook her head and sighed, pulling her shirt over her head and casting it aside, "I've really missed you, Davis, I have to spend like an hour a day in the bathroom playing with myself since you've been in here..."
Davis found himself unable to do much more than stare and gape at his girlfriend's figure; she seemed to have toned up a bit and once her bra was off he was pretty sure that she'd gone up another cup size since her last visit.
Sara sighed happily and massaged her melons, "That feels so much better!" she said with a grin. Her jean shorts and panties soon went the way of her shirt and bra, though she did make sure to remove the small vial.
She shook it up with a quick motion of her hand, the bright, almost neon red-purple color of it flaring into luminescence. "Open wide!" she said with a giggle and Davis obediently tilted his head back for Sara to pour the fluid in.
His body quivered as he swallowed the stuff down, feeling the familiar euphoric rush and felt his body tense. His hips bucked against his own volition and a stream of seed shot out of his manhood, splattering against the wall and ceiling, soon followed by another, and another.
Sara yelped and hopped away in surprise, "Dammit! I thought I told you to make sure you rubbed one out like two or three times a day so this wouldn't happen! I don't want my man to have a hair trigger!"
Davis blushed deeply, "I have been! More than that even! But I still..."
His protests were cut off as Sara pounced upon him, kissing him deeply. She shivered as she tasted the faint cherry flavor of the Chimera still present in his mouth and her tongue seemed to almost instinctively gather up the traces.
"Miruku says that there might be some side effects." Miruku was an off-worlder, an alien, and the only Chimera dealer in the area, "You've done just about the worst thing that you can do; big dose and then nothing for weeks. You've got the old and the new sending mixed signals. She says things can happen out in the colonies with some stuff about founder populations and genetic drift and mutations and a whole bunch of other science stuff I didn't care about." She explained as she removed Davis from the flimsy medical gown, "But she says with the hormone treatments and genetic therapy they have you on, you'll be better than ever in a few days!"
Davis moaned softly as Sara's tongue trailed down his chest, he gasped outright as she circled a nipple, "Don't do that!" he hissed, "I think it's the hormones, I'm really sensitive there for some reason!"
Sara rolled her eyes, "Don't be such a big baby! Besides I'm much more interested in this!" she said, scooting off the bed and kneeling beside it, making her on level with Davis' bestial boner.
"Gods this looks awesome. Too bad I didn't bring the lube, 'cause I'd love to see how well it fits. But I didn't, so it looks like we'll have to spend some time getting this baby all nice and slick." Sara purred as she traced her tongue over the round, flat head, removing globs of stray cum.
Davis just let her go to work, just like he always did. He wasn't much of a wordsmith and his mouth had ruined more than one intimate encounter. The last time had been when he mentioned that he would have to beg and plead for oral in the past, but now it seemed to be Sara's favorite position.
He could scarcely believe the ease that she managed to take him into her mouth and throat. Sara's Chimera blend had more than likely given her a few minor tweaks in regards to performing that act that she so loved, though Davis wasn't sure why she just about insisted on giving him a blowjob all the time. She seemed to have an obsession with her tits, and she seemed to just love sandwiching his shaft between then. She'd been delighted in his enlarged manhood, able to fit it between her knockers and get it into her mouth at the same time, and now there was even more of it to play with.
Sara let out a moan as she pulled back, letting Davis' cock free for a few moments. She had her eyes closed in bliss as she worked up and down the saliva slicked length. Davis shivered as his cock let forth a thick burst of precum, just about covering Sara's face and tits with the slick substance. He expected a chewing out, but rather than the usual lecture on controlling himself and warning her when he was going to do that, Sara merely shivered as well and began to smear the stuff all over her tits.
Davis watched, enraptured as Sara played with her breasts, toying with the ever-increasing in size piercings she'd put in them a few weeks back. He was pretty sure that she'd become really breast obsessed since she'd upped her own Chimera dosage, as a result of coaxing Davis to do the same thing to show that it was safe.
Hell, the night before the big game Sara had even let him rent a porno. Well, not quite let him. More like asked if he wanted to watch one, and then selected it herself. He was absolutely stunned to find that it was a lesbian genemod orgy breast fetish flick. Sara'd positioned herself on his cock and proceeded to play with herself and ignore him, almost hypnotized by the sheer variety of boobage on the screen.
She seemed to almost go into a trance once she got into playing with her tits. He found himself blushing and grinning a bit, reaching down and gently taking her head in his hands, coaxing her mouth back onto his shaft. The almost instinctual way she started to suck his cock was weird and a little creepy, but it felt so damned good. She never let him control the pace, usually, but she barely even seemed to notice him taking over, thrusting into her awaiting mouth as she toyed with her breasts in an almost trance-like state.
Davis grinned as he looked down at Sara, glad that his girlfriend was enjoying herself. She'd been more stressed out about the big game than he had, to be honest. They made a good pair, he thought. He needed someone to really light a fire under him in order to excel, otherwise he had a tendency to take it easy. But she drove him just as hard as she'd driven herself.
Sara had been his spotter during his workouts, stuck by his side with his daily runs. Hell, she'd been his training quarterback when he was working on long distance catches. The effects Chimera had on him had been impressive, but they'd been absolutely astounding on Sara, and she never even seemed to notice it. He couldn't imagine how someone could miss some incredible changes happening to their body like that.
Davis closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the slow, steady pace he was allowed to set for himself. Gods, his cock felt so good. Thankfully he wasn't on a hair trigger anymore. Hell, it felt like he wasn't even fully hard. He could feel the blood flowing into his loins and making his member swell. He focused on the sweet sensations of Sara's tongue and throat upon the head of his member and the passage of her soft, smooth breast-flesh over it. Even a pro as she was, Sara couldn't quite manage to get down all Davis' pre, and it dripped from her mouth, helping to lube her boyfriend's cock as it slid between her hooters.
His member was swelling alright, but not due to lack of full erection. Cock and balls alike were beginning to grow and expand at a slow rate, but they were not the only things on Davis that were growing. His entire body was beginning to grow, the inch of height he'd lost as whatever it was in the Chimera drug wore off and shifted him back to baseline seemed almost instantly restored, and was soon followed by several more.
Lost muscle mass began to reappear, though if Davis had been looking at himself he would have noticed that it wasn't arranged in quite the same way. Unlike previous changes, the Chimera alterations actually seemed to be reducing some areas of muscle, making some aspects of his body shape slimmer.
Davis' hair grew out; darkening still further from brown to a near-black and his skin tone seemed to shift as well, taking on a deeper tan. Even as it tickled his shoulders and back the young man didn't notice, so focused was he on his still-growing cock. A soft moan escaped from his darkened, now fully and lush lips. The sound was decidedly not that of a young man experiencing sexual bliss, but rather than of a young woman. His smoothed, elongated ears failed to notice the different sound he made, though they instinctively twitched and turned toward the noise.
In the span of perhaps thirty seconds Davis' body had rapidly toned itself back up to the athletic physique he had sported before checking into the hospital. But it did not have the powerful slabs of bulky muscle that he had before. Instead he had smooth and sensuous curves that would be more at home on a fitness model. A female fitness model.
The femboi blinked his long lashed eyes as a bolt of pleasure surged through him. His hair grew out several inches more, his body shifting even further to the feminine. The flesh around his nipples grew puffy and then rapidly expanded outward. In a few seconds Davis had gone from utterly flat to rivaling his (her?) girlfriend in the bust department.
The new shemale's hair fell across his/her face and Davis raised a hand to brush it out of the way. But instead of the easy journey between waist and head level that was expected, Davis encountered her new breasts. It was enough to draw her attention from her lustful trance.
"Wh-what?" she murmured and fully opened her eyes. Her eyes widened at the sight of her magnificent rack.
Davis cupped a breast in disbelief and gasped at near erotic overload that resulted from the touch. It confirmed that the breasts were definitely real and that they were his... hers... Davis wasn't sure what to call him/herself, she would probably think about it later. Right now all that mattered was that playing with her breasts felt so very, very good.
Just a gentle squeeze was enough to send Davis spiraling into the abyss of blissful climax. Her seed sprayed from the unsuspecting Sara's mouth and she pulled away out of reflex as a good gallon or so of semen was forced down her throat from the powerful eruption of her boyfriend's cock.
She backed away, only to receive the second load entirely on her face and breasts, as well as the third. Hot, warm, sticky, and wonderful. Sara virtually bathed in Davis' essence, delighting in the sensation of it upon her bare body. She let out a soft cry as her own climax took hold. She'd discovered a few months prior that playing with her tits had lead to more intense, stronger, longer lasting orgasms.
The lovers remained held in place by the instinctual, involuntary movements as they experienced the most incredible sexual pleasures that either one of them had felt. It took several minutes before the sensations passed and both caught their breath.
Sara giggled and wiped the goo from her eyes, standing tentatively. "A couple of times a day? Davis, you liar! I bet you've been holding out all week just so you could..."
She gasped as she caught sight of her boyfriend, well, former boyfriend, now looking more of a girlfriend in every way except the two feet worth of bestial cock between his... her legs that hung limp like a deflated fire hose atop a pair of basketball sized testes.
Davis was just as stunned and looked to Sara with an odd expression on her face. She looked confused, a bit frightened, but more than anything she seemed curious. Sara found herself licking her lips, admiring Davis' delicious curves, her sexy breasts, her fingers twitched as she imagined herself playing with them, caressing them, sucking on them.
"When Miruku said side effects, she wasn't kidding!" Sara said finally, a bit awed at the seven foot shemale before her.
"You need to get out of here, Sara." Davis said, her voice changed to that of a sexy, sultry hottie. Forget football, Davis could make a mint with a phone sex line, "Hop in the shower and get yourself washed up. I'll... add to the mess to cover up the places you were. Then um... maybe wait until my next check up. It's in a few hours, I'll say it happened after you left."
Davis blushed, her hands going to her new tits, and it took all Sara had not to pounce her stacked, sexy shemale girlfriend and rub her gooey body all over those sexy breasts and that titanic cock. She wanted it inside her more than anything. But Davis was right, she needed to get out of here, or else she might be in serious trouble.
"Um... right!" she managed, tearing her gaze away from Davis' big sexy boobs as she began to gather her clothes, which were thankfully well away from the 'blast zone,' "I'll talk to Miruku and see if she has anything that can help with this to get you back to normal."
Davis nodded and lay back on the bed, her cock hardening as she continued to fondle her tits, a grin upon her face now that she knew why Sara so enjoyed giving him... her now titfucks and blowjobs. He... she wondered if she wanted to go back to the way she'd been before...
Sara slipped into the tiny shower in the small attached bathroom, closing the door behind her so she didn't have to hear Davis' pleasured moans. Out of her lover's sight, Sara dropped down on her knees beneath the hot spray, bringing a nipple up to her mouth with one hand, the other frantically fingering her pussy as she brought Davis' beautiful body to mind. She wondered what it would take to convince him to stay that way... | yiff-extreme |
Title: Breaking Character by Wakboth
Tags: Cock Worship, Domination/Submission, F/F, Hyena, M/F/F, Predator/Prey, Size Queen, Threesome, Zebra
Breaking Character
by Wakboth (c) 2009
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The zebra was definitely walking on air, Zuri Abbott thought as she watched the pink-clad girl weave through the partygoers, with a dreamy expression on her face that her veil couldn't quite conceal. In short, she looked like someone had just given her a couple of big, screaming orgasms.
That was exactly what had happened. Will Crockett, Zuri's annoying, frustrating, trouble-making and awesomely hung definitely-not-a-boyfriend had somehow mistaken the stranger for Zuri, and treated her accordingly. Cornering her on the deck behind the Mu Pi house, the hyena had dominated her, groped her and made her suck his cock, before giving her a long, hard fuck that had left the zebra in a quivering pile.
This pissed Zuri off in at least three different ways.
First of all, she couldn't believe Will had planted his dick in a shorter zebra, in glasses no less, and never realized that he was fucking a complete stranger. The oblivious male had enough hands-on experience with Zuri's body in the past... With as much enthusiasm as he usually twisted and groped Zuri's breasts, Will should have at least noticed how much smaller the other girl's tits were!
Secondly, while Will had been outside banging the zebra filly, Zuri had been wandering around looking for him and stewing in her own juices. It had been two weeks since the last time they had sex, and she'd immediately obeyed when the hyena had ordered her to come to the party. She had been late, however, and she had started to worry that he'd decided to teach her a lesson.
When Will finally showed up, and he and Zuri realized what had happened, the hyena had been shocked. Making Zuri obey his every whim was one thing, as they both knew (although Zuri would never admit it, except in the throes of passion) that she wanted to submit just as much as he wanted to dominate her.
With a stranger, however, it was a different thing â€" except that the other zebra had played along, as if she had just been waiting for someone to show up, sweep her off her feet and fuck her. And that had given Will an idea, which was the third thing that was now pissing Zuri off.
She drew a deep breath and moved to intercept the pink-clad zebra as she floated past her. Except for the color, the stranger's genie costume was uncannily similar to Zuri's belly dancer outfit. Not that it excused Will, she thought as she reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.
The blonde zebra turned quickly, her hopeful expression turning into surprise when she saw Zuri. "Uh... who are you?" she asked, her green eyes wide and curious behind her glasses. She had a high voice, a soprano to Zuri's alto.
"You want to see him again?" Zuri asked, ignoring the question. The other girl blinked and opened her mouth, but didn't get the time to say anything. "If you do, just follow me."
The pink-clad girl just blinked again, and Zuri felt a new flash of jealousy. How the hell could Will have confused this nonentity with her? "The hyena," she said with exaggerated clarity. "The guy outside. Want to see him?"
When she still didn't get a reply, Zuri shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said and turned to go, feeling relieved but also a little disappointed, which surprised her. Unlike Will, she hadn't been looking forward to a threesome. He already had her, so why should he want more?
"Hey, wait!" the other zebra said, catching up with Zuri. "I... I think I'll come with you. I'm, uh, Ellie; what's your name?"
Zuri wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but held her tongue. If Will wanted his threesome, let him deal with the introductions!
The hyena was waiting them on the outside, leaning nonchalantly against the wall. His ears perked up when he saw Ellie following Zuri, and he grinned at the zebras. "See? I told you she would come," he told Zuri, who just replied with an annoyed flick of her ears.
Ellie was staring at Will with a surprised expression, and Zuri knew what she was thinking: "Oh my God, it can't be this guy!" She couldn't blame her; standing there in his habitual slouch, with a big, slightly goofy grin on his face and his shirt closed, Will looked nothing like the tireless sex machine he could be.
Chuckling, he walked towards them, his grin turning fierce as he eyed the two women before him. Zuri felt a pleasant shiver of anticipation, while Ellie started to look nervous again. "What's your name, pretty zebra?" he asked.
"Um, E-Ellie," she stammered, trying to follow the hyena with her gaze as he circled the zebras.
"You didn't get enough of being the prey yet, Ellie?" he asked, taking her tail and running it through his fingers. "This is Zuri," he continued as he moved behind the taller zebra and cupped her breasts with his hands. "I'm Will. And now, I'm going to have some fun with you two. Let's go!"
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The walk back to the dorm where Will and Zuri roomed wasn't long, which was probably a good thing. Although the weather was mild for Halloween, neither of the zebra girls was really dressed for a long stay outside.
As he ushered the girls into his room, Will was more grateful than ever that he didn't have a roommate; it made things so much easier at times like this. Ellie stopped just inside the door, looking curiously around her, until Will literally pushed her further in. Zuri followed, her attention focused on him.
Taking Ellie's arm, Will turned her face-to-face with him and leered at her. The zebra looked meek and nervous, but her ears were perked up, and there was a look of anticipation in her eyes. Whatever she thought was coming, she wanted it!
"Let's see what you look like under those clothes, prey," he said. "I got a pretty good feel of your body already, but I want to be sure. And you too, Zuri," Will continued, looking at the other zebra. "I want to compare you two as you get naked." He sat down on his couch and leaned back to watch the show.
While Zuri started by taking off her green veil and headpiece, and shaking her vividly pink mane free, Ellie removed the decorative sleeves of her costume first. If she hadn't been so obviously shy, Will would have thought she was deliberately teasing him as she fumbled with her top and translucent harem pants, leaving her face covered until the last moment.
Now the two zebras stood stark naked before him. Seeing them side by side, Will was struck by how different they really looked.
Zuri was standing with arms akimbo, pretending to be unconcerned with the eyes on her, but her swishing tail belied her tension. She was both taller and heavier than Ellie, with wide hips and large, round breasts; her dark nipples were pierced with silver rings, and her pubic fur was a coarse, black thatch.
The blonde zebra was smaller and slimmer, with pert breasts and a shaved crotch that she was bashfully trying to cover with her hands. Despite this show of embarrassment, there was an air of eagerness about Ellie that made Will think she was actually happier with the situation than Zuri.
"Damn, you look juicy," he said, twirling his finger to indicate that they should turn around. The hyena's oversized cock was slowly starting to harden again as he watched the two girls; the downside of his unusual length and girth was that it took Will a long time to get it up again once he finally came.
"Time for you girls to get to know each other better," he told them with a lecherous grin as he massaged his dick through his pants.
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Ellie couldn't believe her ears. Surely, the hyena couldn't mean that they...? She looked at Zuri, seeing the barely concealed hostility in the bigger zebra's brown eyes, and felt her face burn even hotter.
Turning her eyes quickly away from Zuri's face, Ellie found herself looking right at her chest instead. Zuri's black-and-white striped mammoth jugs would have been large even on a bear or a cow, but for a zebra they were huge. And just looking at those big silver rings hanging from her dark nipples made Ellie wince; she'd never dared to have even her ears pierced, let alone so sensitive a part of her body. Still, she couldn't help but wonder how they felt afterwards, swinging and tugging at her breasts with every step...
"What, you haven't seen tits on a woman before?" Zuri snapped, almost making Ellie jump. The bigger zebra thrust her chest out in an obvious challenge as she glared at the blonde girl.
Ellie looked nervously around, ready to back away and apologize, until she saw Will watching the unfolding scene intently. She'd come here for the hyena, hoping for another chance to submit to him, not to be bullied by another girl.
She drew a quick breath and then, before her nerve failed, Ellie took two quick steps towards Zuri, her eyes fixed on the other zebra's face. "Y-yes, but I've never touched them," she said and placed her hands on Zuri's tits.
She could feel Zuri's breath catch in her throat as she brushed her palms across the bigger girl's breasts. It was just like holding her own bosom, yet nothing like it, Ellie thought as she touched the silver rings hanging from Zuri's hardening nipples.
Zuri's eyes narrowed and she pushed closer, mashing her heavy breasts against Ellie's as she reached to cup the blonde zebra's tight buttocks with her hands. Her face flushing further, Ellie swallowed, and shifted her leg until she felt the moistness of Zuri's sex against her thigh. Then, before the scowling zebra had time to escalate, she closed her eyes and kissed Zuri right on the muzzle.
"Oh God, I'm kissing a girl," Ellie thought as she clumsily sought Zuri's mouth with her lips. She felt Zuri pulling her closer, her body hot against hers, as the bigger zebra hesitantly returned the kiss. As their tongues met, Ellie realized she'd never done this with a guy, but she didn't mind any longer. "I'm naked and kissing a girl, and I... I think I like this!"
The sound of Will's laughter made the zebras break their kiss. He had slipped out of his clothes while they'd been focusing on each other, and was now sitting on the couch naked, one hand on the backrest and the other one massaging his erect cock.
"Looks like she's a good match for you, Zuri," Will laughed, making the bigger zebra snort. "You two can keep doing that on your own time. I've got something better for you to kiss, so get over here!"
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Zuri found herself flustered and more aroused than she liked. This hadn't been her first time with a woman - she had to show solidarity with her lesbian sisters, after all - but things had gotten out of hand. Instead of showing Ellie her place in this threesome that Will had insisted on, Zuri had found herself pushed off balance as the smaller zebra took the initiative.
She nodded, her pink mane fluttering, and moved to obey Will's command, shouldering Ellie aside as they both kneeled between the hyena's legs. Zuri didn't give the blonde zebra a chance, seizing his thick, dark brown shaft with her hand and started to lap at its underside.
Shoving back at her, Ellie pushed her muzzle closer, but now Zuri had things well in hand. Working her way quickly up Will's shaft, she twirled her tongue around the plum-sized, glossy brown knob of his glans. "Mmmmhhmm," she moaned theatrically, shamelessly batting her eyes at him at the same time as she elbowed Ellie in the ribs, making her yelp.
"Play nice, girls," Will growled, reaching to give their ears a painful twist. "There's enough of me for you both," he said, running his fingers through the magenta and golden-blonde hair of their manes.
Ellie nodded and squeezed past Zuri to nuzzle and lick at the hyena's heavy balls. Zuri cast a nasty look at her, and started to slide her mouth down Will's shaft, enjoying its hot, throbbing hardness filling her muzzle.
With the other zebra getting in the way, their bodies rubbing against each other with their every lick and nibble of Will, Zuri found it hard to give the cock in her mouth her fullest attention. The hyena seemed to enjoy it anyway, she thought as she slid her lips further down along his length. She sure wasn't going to let the little tart upstage her at this!
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Will groaned as Zuri started throating him. Below, Ellie was suckling gently at her scrotum, the short fur now wet with her saliva. He was tempted to do nothing and just let them suck him off, but he didn't know when he'd get another opportunity like this.
"Nnnh... Okay, that's enough," he said, sitting up straight and pushing the zebras gently but firmly away. "Now, which of you should I fuck first?" he asked, watching them kneeling there between his legs, their long, striped faces flushed with excitement.
"M-me," Ellie blurted out, surprising both Will and Zuri. The blonde zebra's face was fairly glowing, and her fingers were drifting between her legs. "Please, f-fuck me f-first!"
"Oh, really? So you want my cock so much?" Will asked, caressing the zebra's ears lightly. She nodded, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
Will drew the moment out, enjoying the look of jealous anger on Zuri's face as she ground her teeth together. "No," he said finally, making Ellie's face fall. "You're prey, remember? You don't get to choose. Zuri, get on the bed."
As Ellie watched from the head of the bed, Will topped Zuri, driving his spit-slick shaft straight into the zebra's awaiting pussy. She was a delightfully snug fit for his cock, as usual, but nowhere near as tight as Ellie's virginal hole had been.
Zuri moaned and shuddered as the hyena fucked her, her big tits jiggling in time with his thrusts. Hunching his neck, Will snatched one of her nipple rings between his teeth and tugged at it, making her whine and pant.
The zebra was close to cumming, he could tell. Letting go of her breast, Will stopped and lifted his hips, until only the tip of his cock was still buried in Zuri's warmth. "Want me to continue?" he asked her with a grin.
"Ahh! Of course I wantâ€" "
Will pulled out completely, making the zebra groan in disappointment. "Ah, but you don't get to choose, either. Ellie, come over here!"
After a few moments of scrambling, Will had the girls exactly where he wanted them: right on top of one another, their breasts mashed together and both their pussies presented to him in a zebra sandwich.
With a satisfied sigh, Will sunk his cock into Ellie's tight sex for the second time tonight. After a couple of slow, deep thrusts, he pulled out and angling his cock lower plunged back into Zuri's pussy. As he alternated between fucking them, the zebra girls were kissing and groping one another again. This was turning out better than Will had thought!
Zuri was the first to cum, groaning and gripping the sheets tightly as her pussy spasmed around Will's massive shaft. Before her orgasm had passed, he already pulled out and plunged back into Ellie's cunt. That did it for the inexperienced zebra girl, who climaxed with a happy wail.
Fighting the urge to just keep on pounding at the breathless zebras, Will paused and tried to think what to do next. He felt like he could keep on going forever, but the hyena knew his limits, and his head was full of things to do with the two girls on his bed.
It was the needy, almost hungry look he saw in Zuri's brown eyes as she lifted her head to look at him over Ellie's shoulder that made up Will's mind. The zebra had played along with his fantasy well, and deserved her reward. But that was no reason to leave the smaller girl entirely out of the equation...
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After what had happened so far, Ellie had thought she'd been shocked out of her shyness, at least for tonight. But now, as she watched Will's shaft pistoning in and out of Zuri's sex just inches from her nose, she could feel her face and ears burn from a mix of embarrassment and lust. There was something hypnotic about the sight and sounds of it, and she couldn't help but wish that she'd been the one being fucked by the hyena.
Another flick of Zuri's flat, rough tongue against her heated pussy made Ellie gasp. She had no idea how experienced the bigger zebra was at cunnilingus, but it certainly felt nice! But not as nice as Will's cock inside her would have felt...
"Is she doing her job?" the hyena asked. "I want to hear it from you, prey. What is she doing?"
Ellie whimpered, as Zuri chose this precise moment to start nibbling around her clit. "She... ah! She, she's, uh, she's licking me!" she blurted, unable to come up with anything better. "Ohhh, t-that feels good!"
"Good girl, Zuri," Will said, giving the zebra a playful slap on the rump as he continued thrusting in her. "You sure are a hungry slut, aren't you? Getting your, huh, mouth full of hyena meat ain't enough; now you're, nngh, eating zebra cunt too!"
Ellie flinched a little at his harsh words, but they just seemed to excite Zuri more. At least she doubled her efforts, making the zebra on top squeal as Zuri slipped her tongue into her vagina and started exploring there.
"Uh... ahhh... Oh! O-oh-ooooohhh!" Her eyes widened as sudden pleasure flashed through her, radiating from the spot where Zuri was flicking her tongue. The first oral orgasm in Ellie's life swelled and crested, followed by a series of aftershocks that made her forget everything else.
Dazed and sweaty, Ellie rolled off of Zuri, laying still and panting like she had run a mile. Next to her, she could hear the others keep on going, and with a little turn of her head she watched. Will was fucking the other zebra with full force now, growling and snarling, his hands mashing and kneading Zuri's breasts harshly as he hammered her with his cock.
The two of them had found what they wanted in one another, Ellie thought as she basked in her afterglow. What about herself? She'd loved it when Will took her in the dark, without her even knowing his name and the zebra girl didn't regret even for an instant that she'd followed Zuri at the party.
It was very tempting to stop right here, but Ellie realized that she wanted more. For the first time in her life, she felt certain that men would actually want her; that she wasn't just a pretty zebra girl that was doomed to be passed by. She wasn't the same old Ellie; now she wanted to taste new things!
Will's growl brought Ellie out of her thoughts; the hyena was gripping the base of his big, brown shaft tightly and aiming it at Zuri's heaving breasts. With a final grunt, he shot his load, his cum landing on her tits in thick, pearly white streaks that slowly trickled down the curves of her chest. The sight of it made Ellie lick her lips nervously; she hadn't quite dared to sample the mess he'd left behind earlier tonight.
"Uh... can I clean that up?" she asked, making both Will and Zuri look at her in surprise; in their passion, they'd forgotten her presence entirely. "I mean, I've never... Oh, I just want to find out what it tastes like!"
Ellie had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at their shocked expressions as she crawled over to them. She was going to enjoy shocking a lot of people, the zebra thought happily as she gave Zuri's bosom her first, tentative lick. Maybe she'd try it next with that cute stallion from the party!
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Title: 20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 12
Tags: strip, strip club, lingerie, dance, thong, lap dance, lace, cousin, masturbation, boner
So, you've heard how the bachelorette party was going for Jenna and Denise. Now we return to my bachelor party on that same night, just as we're pulling into the parking lot a Diamond's Gentleman's Club near the LAX airport.
As noted before, I've never been big on sleazy nudie bars, but dammit if those USC cheerleaders hadn't gotten me riled up, to the point where it wouldn't take much to strike a tent pole in my Docker's.
Diamond's is a fairly high end place (pun intended!), but it still managed to put forth that familiar musty scent, somewhere between cigarette smoke and sweat. You'd think there'd be some identifiable sexual odors mixed in there with the amount of naked girls walking around, dancing and grinding, but I guess most strippers don't get too aroused while on duty.
All six of us paid the $20 cover and shuffled down a dark hallway lit only by some unseen red lights (what other color would one expect?). I will say that the anticipation of walking into a strip club for the first time may only be rivaled by that first glimpse of the baseball diamond and the green grass on opening day. Even if it gets boring after a while, the pre-game is always enticing.
We emerged into a huge room deep in the throes of Saturday night. The clientele consisted of packs of inappropriate businessmen, some unhinged sailors, borderline underage dudes and bachelor parties like mine. The clubs I'd been in before had been dark, dreary joints populated mostly by bikers, druggies and lonely single guys like me who took the train in from the suburbs for their big night (or day) of secret rebellion. This place was more like a casino during prime time. Techno music blared from speakers mounted in every corner. There were two stages, both with at least one obligatory brass pole stretching from floor to ceiling.
The smaller of the two stages was ringed on all sides by a bar, with tables scattered behind it, and was occupied at the moment by a petite blond with a large set of unmoving breasts that were so fake it almost didn't seem right to call her "topless". There were black lights throughout the club, and her white thong glowed in the dark against her unreal tan. As we watched, she slowly slipped the thong to her ankles and stepped out of it.
"Fully nude, man!" Rob shouted in my ear as we took a table near the stage. "One of only 3 in the city where they take it all off. But this is by far the best one. Hottest chicks in L.A."
As the dancer bent over and showed her finely sculpted ass to a table of military boys, there was a cheer from the surrounding tables, and the dollar bills came out in bunches.
Meanwhile, my eyes were drawn to the larger Stage 2, which was against one wall about 20 feet to my right, upon which 3 girls were doing their thing simultaneously. Two of them were about half covered with tattoos, which unfortunately means automatic dismissal in my book. The third, however, held my gaze. She had straight brown hair down just past her shoulders, what appeared to be bright green eyes, and a fabulously rockin' body. Not so thin like so many strippers were, but more of the hourglass shape: well formed tanned tits currently encased in a green lace bra, a very short white skirt, underneath which appeared to be a matching green g-string. White high heels completed the outfit, though that's one of my pet peeves with strippers and centerfolds alike: okay, yes, they push your ass up. But don't they realize how sexy women in bare feet can be? And we certainly don't need to see the high heels in the shower photo shoot. Lose 'em, ladies!
I watched her swing around the pole a few times until the bra came off. I was pretty much oblivious to everything else. She was wayyy cute, without the jaded, dead-eyed stripper look you see sometimes, as if they're thinking about what to cook for dinner that night instead of the fact that they're running a hand across their thigh. This girl seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, and the sexy smile didn't seem forced at all.
"Hey Thom, snap out of it!" Scott was yelling in my ear. "What are you drinkin'? Anything and everything pal. It's on us."
I ordered a Jack and Coke and tore my eyes away for a few moments. The girls that weren't on stage dancing were roving around the room, talking and getting friendly with the customers, but I knew that their ultimate goal was to find a few takers for a lap dance. They were trolling for twenties, in other words. In my experience, some could get downright nasty if you balked at a dance and refused. When I was young and broke, I stepped into a few clubs with literally 5 bucks on me, and if there's one thing strippers don't appreciate, it's a tightwad. I'd swat 'em away for a few minutes, until word got around that I wasn't buying. At that point, they'd all leave me alone for the duration. I also learned the hard way not to pay up front for anything. I went to one club where there was a sort of performance ring surrounded by booths that were open to the ring side. Silent men stood inside each booth while two girls made out with each other in the center of the arena. If you held out a large enough bill, they would come over and fondle each other right in front of you. Being totally naive, I held out a 10 and handed it to one of the girls right when they got to me, at which point they simply moved on to the next guy. I just stood there like a chump, dumb and horny.
Every few minutes, one of the table girls would take a guy by the arm and lead him through a doorway covered with tinsel strands to what I assumed was the "private dance" room; the "champagne room", if you will. I'd never had the money or the inclination to experience this, though one regret is that I didn't try out the "shower room" at a club in Seattle one time. My guess is that you sat there trying not to pull out your rod and stroke it while a girl took a private shower in front of you. That, I could get into. I always wondered what the protocol was. Could you rub yourself? Could you take it out? There was that Chris Rock joke, "no matter what a stripper tells you, there is no sex in the Champagne Room." A lot of grinding and dry humping, I guessed. I wondered if the girls were only naked from the waist up in there, though I suppose if you pay enough, anything is possible.
Rob was talking to a small-titted brunette wearing a nifty purple thong who had sat down at our table. He had apparently let the cat out of the bag about who the "special boy" was tonight. Her name was Missy, or Chrissy or something. It was too damn loud in there to tell which. The guys had pitched in and hired her to do a table dance for me, which I honestly would have passed on if given the chance. She was cute in a white trash sort of way, if a bit stringy, and a half naked girl is a half naked girl. However, my main issue with strip clubs is that I'm just not comfortable being sexual with a bunch of people around watching, let alone a table full of my buddies. It felt odd to sport an erection in front of them, and I knew I couldn't relax enough to really enjoy the experience.
No matter, in buying me the dance they were getting a show as well, so my chair was pushed back and Missy or Chrissy got to work.
She was already topless, but had just about as much up top as my fiancee Jenna did, which is to say not much. Still, where Jenna's tits were perky and sensual, Missy's were just sort of there, and not very shapely at that.
She began by straddling me and lowering herself down onto my lap, shaking her dark wavy hair in my face. All I could smell was stale Camel Lights and some sort of fruity perfume that was losing the battle for scent supremacy. After a few moments she leaned back and ground those purple panties into my crotch.
No reaction down below.
The other guys were having a great time, hollering it up. I found myself stealing a few glances at my brown-haired favorite on the far stage. Both her and her discarded green lace panties were lying on the stage, and the view was fantastic. Even at 20 feet away, she was turning me on more than the girl with her ass in my lap. Her dance was over then, too soon in my opinion, and she left the stage, naked other than her high heels.
After several minutes, Missy turned around and placed both hands on the table, swinging that ass from side to side, just inches from my face. This was more like it, but honestly, the look on her face was as if she was reading the Wall Street Journal -- just another day at the office. She did have a nice rear end, but boner-wise, I might as well have been sitting in pail of ice water. I decided it was perhaps the un-sexiest environment in which to have this experience.
When Missy/Crissy was done, we threw some more money her way and I thanked her for the ride. I put on an admirable bit of acting for the guys, telling them how awesome it had been, etc. but Scott could tell that I was mostly underwhelmed. He leaned into the table and said, "Fellas, I think I know what Tommy Boy needs tonight. I'll be right back."
With that he disappeared into the crowd. I finished my drink and had just ordered another when he came back, flanked by two stunning beauties, one of which just happened to by my brown-haired girl from Stage 2!
"I saw you had your eye on Miss Carli, here," Scott beamed. "But, since you're about to be chained to one single chick 'til your dying day, I figured you should avail yourself of the opportunity to go for a little "menage a twat", if you know what I mean. Before it's too late!"
I had to pick my jaw up off the ground, and the whole table laughed uproariously.
The second hottie appeared to be of half-Asian descent, and at just over five feet tall, was packed into a black lace teddy in a more than flattering way. Black silk stockings and a garter belt didn't hurt the look at all, nor did her resemblance to the porn star Asia Carrera, who I was familiar with from many a fine film from my teens.
As for Carli, she had gotten dressed again, with the white skirt and a tight white tank top obscuring the green lace underwear underneath. Everything white was glowing in the dark.
I was about to protest that whatever this was costing Mike wasn't worth it for another table dance, when the Asian girl took my arm and said, with no trace of any accent other than Valley Girl, "You have some very generous friends. Let's go, lover boy!" I realized that were headed to the private dance room, and my pulse quickened.
Now, this...this I might be able to enjoy!
As I walked, hearing the fading hoots and whistles from my friends and just about every other table we passed, I couldn't help staring at the way Carli's ass moved under that skirt as she led the way. It was not unlike a USC cheerleader skirt, in fact, and I fantasized that I was about to get my own private grind on with two cheerleaders.
By the time we reached the tinsel covered door, it was getting difficult to walk, for all the right reasons.
The private dance room turned out to be only semi-private. It was essentially a circular chamber, low-ceiling-ed and dark, with a couch-like bench running all the way around. There were cushioned partitions spaced every 10 feet or so, and through the strobes and flashes of red and silver light I could make out writhing female forms hovering over other men seated on the benches.
The girls led me to an open cubicle and sat me down on the soft red plush. For a quick second I wondered just how clean this couch was, but consoled myself with thinking that the guys who sit here never take their pants off.
My two rented ladies went right to work on me. The Asian, who I learned was called Mya, began dancing seductively in front of me while Carli sat down on the couch at my side and began nibbling on my ear lobe. She was saying something at the same time, but the music, which was slower here and only slightly less annoying than in the main room, was so loud that her message was mostly lost on me. I certainly wasn't complaining, though, especially when Mya turned around and sat down in my lap, which was beginning to be a fairly solid platform on which to sit. The black lace of her teddy was mostly sheer, and her tiny waist and shapely ass was close enough to touch.
Just as I was wondering what I was allowed to put my hands on, I suddenly understood what Carli had been trying to tell me. She repeated, "Above the waist in the back, and thighs down, front and back. Topless only."
Got it. In other words, no ass, no pussy, no tits. Seemed a little restrictive, but since I hadn't really touched anyone other than Jenna in a few years, I thought I could work with it and be happy as a clam.
Mya was wriggling pretty fast, so I put my right hand on the small of her back and felt that smooth lace all the way up to her shoulder. She was very warm. After a few seconds, she got up and switched places with Carli, and I caught a brief glimpse of a giant wet spot on my beige pants just before it was obscured by Carli's green panties. Could she feel it? Was it from me or Mya, or both? My guess was that the lion's share was mine. Either way, I had to remember to wear darker pants next time.
I was fully rigid by now, but my cock was trapped at an odd angle, and I ached to straighten it out. I wondered if grabbing your crotch was against the rules in this place. I certainly didn't want this to end too soon.
Mya was now running her fingers through my hair. Carli had lost the tank top and the bra and was cradling my face between those fantastic tits. She actually smelled quite nice, like lilac or lavender or something. I tentatively let my right hand roam up and down her thigh as she straddled me.
I have to pause here to attempt to describe this girl's skin. Perhaps I was just hyper-sensitive to this because of the forbidden situation, but I swear at first I thought she must have been wearing super thin nylon stockings or something. She was just so SOFT. Warm, tan, silky, smooth... I'd never felt anything like it. Not that my fiancee Jenna's porcelain thighs weren't heavenly in their own right, but I thought, 'my god, are all hot young strippers this soft?" Couldn't be, but if so, I'd been missing a lot.
When Carli turned around, slowly shaking that tight ass in front of my face, I reached out with both hands and ran my fingers up the back of her thighs until Mya gently redirected me just as I reached the beginning of the sculpted curve of her ass.
So soft...
Mya shook her finger at me playfully and mouthed, "No, no, no! Off limits!"
I did find it odd that these girls could grind their crotch on me and shake their tits in my grill, but I still wasn't allowed to simply run my hand over their ass. It was a strange place to find a selectively puritanical value system.
However, I decided to take full advantage of this fantasy.
I directed the girls to stand up and dance in front of me. They started to move slowly to the incessant beat of the music, and I thought 'now this is fun'. I imagined I could do more than just touch and dream, and that these two were mine for the night. I had one hand on a creamy thigh and the other on a smooth black stocking. Heaven.
My cock, though, was in absolute agony. They had to have seen it doubled up under my fly. I'd have given anything to have one of them straighten it out for me.
Matters down below were not helped much when the two girls turned to face each other and started making out, hands roving over each other's bodies, playfully tugging at various pieces of tight lace.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a burly bouncer-looking dude appeared. He tapped Mya on the shoulder, and just like that she was gone.
'Hey,' I thought. 'Do we get money back for this?'
I was now "stuck" with only Carli, who was slowly sliding the white cheer skirt down over her thighs and down her legs to the floor, giving me a dreamy view of the tiny green lace thong and the amazing things it was doing to frame her smooth belly and the barely hinted at triangle of her pussy. I really wanted to see that thong come off next...
In about a minute, though, Mya was back, holding what appeared to be a piece of black silk, or maybe a silk handkerchief. She pulled Carli aside and said something in her ear, after which they both looked my way and smiled wickedly. They moved back to the couch and began to blindfold me with the silk.
'What the hell?" I thought. Mike must've paid them to do something extra. But why the blindfold? I wanted to see this shit! That was about all I was allowed to do, after all.
Once the black fabric was tightly secured over my eyes, however, I began to experience everything around me much more vividly. The pulsing music, the alcohol in my system, the scent of the perfume, and the feel of soft, warm bodies brushing up against my leg, my arm, my face, my burning crotch...
They were all around me. All over me. All at once.
I wondered if now I might get away with an illegal touch, since after all, I couldn't see where I was touching, right?
The one dancing in front of me now must have been Carli, as while I was caressing her legs I noted the absence of stocking. As she moved with her back to me, I took my hand off of her thigh and rested it right where I thought her ass must be, and bulls eye! I landed right near the crease between her cheeks, right on the thin strip of her g-string. I quickly explored the rest of that fabulous behind, expecting any second to have my hand slapped away and be scolded.
But it didn't happen.
'Holy shit. I guess the rules have been relaxed.'
I went for broke and slid my hand down, feeling between her legs and along the tight panty pouch concealing her pussy, and I'll be damned if those panties weren't soaked straight through! I could smell it now, that unmistakable musk of aroused snatch. Maybe I just hadn't noticed it before now. Or maybe she was getting turned on by this illicit behavior.
Slowly, I felt her turn around to lower her body down on top of me, and suddenly a hand grabbed my cock through my pants, hard. Expertly, my shaft was pulled up and straightened out until it pointed upward toward my stomach. It was a quick, experienced move, as if she'd done it a hundred times before. Why she made me wait so long was a mystery, but oh, the relief! Add to that the orgasmic ecstasy as her crotch landed squarely on my rod, my stiff shaft nestling into the gap of her lips through the panties as she slid back and forth.
Now, for some reason, nothing that had happened so far had felt like cheating to me, but I began to wonder if a line wasn't being crossed here. It was also obvious to me that either way, there was no turning back now. Whatever happened, I was no longer in charge.
I felt the cushion settle as Mya sat down next to me again, then a hand on my cheek, roaming down the back of my neck, to my shoulders, my chest. Another hand spread as the fingers ran through my hair. 'Hmmmm...what other rules are no longer in effect,' I wondered.
I knew exactly what I had to try next, so I placed both hands on Carli's small waist and gingerly moved up her torso to those...tits.
Yes, they were there.
Yes, she was still topless.
Only, there was no way these were Carli's tits. They were much smaller, perkier, though still nice, with firm erect nipples. Sort of like...
Jenna's tits.
I must have audibly gasped, because I heard some very familiar giggling, after which the blindfold was slowly removed. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that it was indeed my sexy fiancee that was grinding away in my lap, wearing red lace panties and nothing else. She was, however, made up like senior prom: hair up and curled, makeup impeccable, a thin gold chain around her neck that I knew she must have borrowed. There was even some body glitter in evidence. It was my one and only, alright, and I'd never seen her look so hot; made up like a slutty stripper and enjoying the role to the hilt.
Beyond her, only a few feet away, two other girls were applauding and smiling ear to ear: Carli and Mya. They were having a great time with this game. But, then, who was sitting to my left...?
My cock jumped involuntarily as I glanced over and realized that, nestled next to me on the couch and stroking my bare chest through my shirt was none other than my gorgeous cousin Denise. I lowered my gaze and took her in as she sat there with her long legs crossed: she was equally decked out, with her cascading dark hair teased out and her lips painted bright red.
What was she wearing? Well, it was a lingerie fan's wet dream: tight black lace bustier with a tiny rose just under her ample bosom, black garter belt, black panties and black thigh high stockings.
She smiled a cute but deliciously naughty smile and kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Happy bachelor party, Cousin!" she cooed. "Hope you have some dollar bills left!"
*To Be Continued...* | literotica |
“I still can’t believe you took me up on my offer. Thank you so much!”
He couldn’t quite believe it either. Wouldn’t be the first time he did something stupid for the sake of trying his luck, but never before in his life had he gone ahead and accepted a request in such blatant as manner as this one; when Ember asked him if he knew how to perform a massage, he knew he should say “no”, “absolutely not” or anything like that, but somehow his mouth immediately opened to speak the words “my hands are magic”, a comment so blatantly overt and lacking in subtlety that he was surprised at the time at how little the dragoness actually reacted to what he had just told her. Not a blush, not a clearing of the throat, not even a raised eyebrow; all she did was clap her hands excitedly and schedule a date between the two of them, leaving Volt to scramble to find appropriate equipment, because he wasn’t about to service royalty by slapping them down on his couch and pretending to know what he was doing. Cost him a pretty penny to set up a proper massage table in one of his offices, then remodel the whole thing to make it look like a proper parlour, but he was happy with the results; they weren’t convincing in the slightest, and anyone with the smallest bit of familiarity with the business would be able to tell it, but he was happy nonetheless for what amounted to a last-minute slapdash stopgap.
Still, Ember was nice enough not to say anything, though it was obvious she was fully aware of how little preparation actually went into it; the dragoness merely nodded as she looked around the “parlour” before removing her clothes, piling them up neatly on a chair, and lying down on the (genuine) massage table, adjusting herself so that her head would rest on her arms. Volt had not expected her to be so comfortable with her own nudity in front of him, much less so eager to flaunt herself in the way that she did, and even his own breeder instincts were taken aback by how much the dragoness dominated the room with her sheer presence; it was true what they said about draconic royalty at least, because the one thing in the dragon’s mind was the need to get on his knees and worship that gorgeous beauty… a though that persisted even after he shook his head to try and get it out, and remained stuck to the back of his thought process beyond the point where he got busy actually massaging her. To be fair, it was hard not to think about it when her body was the way that it was; while Ember was not possessed of the same ridiculously exaggerated curves as Volt was used to playing with, there was something about the ones she did have that made them just as supple, just as delectable and needing of attention. Perhaps it was the smoothness of her scales, which seemed almost unnatural, or maybe even the way the light bounced off of them, giving them a shine as soft as her body was to the touch. She was a living painting, a canvas with just the right colour and texture to ensure that anyone gazing upon it would be told, in no uncertain terms, that this woman was regal, and that due respect was owed to her on that station alone. Volt felt practically intimidated by what he was seeing and touching, so much so that, for the first time in his life, he didn’t immediately start making sexual remarks and blatant passes at someone in a perfect position for him to do so; it felt wrong, somehow, for him to take the first step, rather than allowing the royal dragoness to dictate what they would do and when.
As such, he decided to fill the time with some smalltalk. Not really anything interesting, just chatting about his family, her family, the difference in living standards and the legitimacy of a monarchy in this day and age, that sort of thing; he was surprised to learn that Ember’s opinions very much matched his own, despite being a monarch herself, and this gave rise to a lengthy diatribe on how she was sick to death of “tradition” and “regal regulations” and whatever else was on the books seemingly just to annoy her and everyone else of the royal line. She would much rather, as she noted with great enthusiasm, have time to do whatever it was she wanted to do, to pursue her dreams and make something of herself, rather than having to worry about bearing the weight of a crown on her head. It wasn’t all that it was cut out to be, especially when it came time for her to make tough decisions that would inevitably make everyone hate her for doing something that had to be done; to say nothing of the many, many opportunities she had missed because of her schedule being as filled as it was. Only then did Volt realize how lucky he was to have her in his house, or how much it should truly mean to the both of them; it might’ve been dropped as if it didn’t matter that much, but when Ember said that this had been her first true day off in over six months, both of them knew full well what the significance of it was, and how much of an honour it had been for her to choose to spend this time with Volt rather than doing anything else… especially given that he wasn’t, in any way, an actual masseuse.
From there, it didn’t take long before the conversation began to take a few detours into the more intimate and, dare he say it, lewd; the dragoness was quite happy to discuss matters of a more sexual persuasion, mostly to complain about how she never had the time for a proper fuck anymore and how every time she felt like heading out and finding a good cock to get impaled on, she could never be certain that it was because her partner du jour genuinely found her attractive or was just trying to curry favor with her in order to cash it in later. To say that this killed the mood would be an understatement, hence why she had taken up Volt’s offer: if nothing else, Ember could be certain that if the dragon told her something, then it had to be true, or at least he would genuinely believe it to be so. Which is why she, right after making that conclusion, asked him if he thought she was hot.
There were a lot of ways he could’ve answered that, and every single one seemed to be completely out of line when dealing with literal royalty; how could he be expected to reply to that question truthfully when speaking to someone who was, technically speaking, his liege? It activated a part of his brain that he very rarely felt, the part that reminded him of what “authority” was, leaving Volt feeling lightheaded and disoriented, unable to think of any proper response that wouldn’t sound too lewd or disrespectful. Because of course she was hot; she was literally smoking hot most of the time, given how warm her body was, and to say anything else would be a damnable lie! He could barely look at her without thinking of at least a dozen different ways he would make her squeak and scream for his name in the same breath, a dozen more where he’d breed her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk properly until all the eggs were laid months later. Just the thought of being able to lay his hands on her in a way that would let him fill her womb with his seed left him feeling so hot and bothered that he had to stop and physically force his cock to stand down, lest it upturn the massage table and make things extremely awkward for the both of them. Worse still, Ember seemed somewhat aware of this, given where her head was tilted towards, but said nothing; rather, her eyes met his, in a way that let him know she expected an answer, expected it quickly, and expected it to be nothing but truthful.
“Y-yes, of course I do.”
This was as far as he could go without doing anything else more… direct. His instincts were starting to kick in, his body demanded attention be given to it or else it would hijack his conscious mind and force it to do something about it, but he still managed to hold back, at least for the time being. Ember seemed satisfied with the response, even if she said nothing. Her tail swung lazily from side to side, its tip getting dangerously close to a certain part of Volt’s body that he could not afford to receive any stimulation at the time; this carried on for long enough that he realized it was deliberate and very much intended to get a reaction out of him, enough that he was just about ready to respectfully request that she stop when she spoke up again, this time with something far more direct and crass.
“Do you want to fuck me, Volt?”
Yes. Yes he did. He wanted to bend her over and rut her until her legs were left quivering and unable to support her and her nethers were oozing with his cum from how much he filled her. He wanted to leave her gasping for breath and unable to get it, begging for him to go at it again, and again, until walking was no longer a possibility for her. He wanted to tell her, in equally uncertain terms, that he absolutely wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard; unfortunately, the question was so direct and upfront that all he could do was react in as base a manner as his body could afford, and this meant having his shorts rip apart when his cock rose to full mast, followed by it slamming against the underside of the massage table as his nuts spilled from the tattered cloth and swung heavily beneath his legs. Ember, being Ember, immediately picked up on this, and her reaction really sold what was going on inside of her head: she raised a single eyebrow. It was as if the dragoness was admiring a particularly savory dish, or a work of art by an unknown savant in need of discovery and exposure; it was fascination more than anything else, though clearly an aroused one judging from the blush on her cheeks.
“I tire of this charade,” she spoke up again, “I didn’t come all the way here so we could pretend not to be interested in one another. I’ve seen the way you behave around other dragonesses of larger size, and frankly, I also want some of that. Surely you wouldn’t think of denying me such an opportunity, would you?”
“O-Of course not!” Volt replied almost instantly, “I’m just… s-surprised, is all.”
“Surprised? Volt, please, we both know why we’re here, let’s not pretend otherwise” - the dragoness rose from the table, snapping her fingers and having it projected across the room, where it landed in a mangled heap - “Of all the dragons that I could be spending my very limited time with, I chose to be with you. Surely that would count for something, wouldn’t it?”
Her words were a lot less conceited than they might otherwise imply, given the tone they were spoken with. There was a lot of loneliness hidden in them, countless hours wasted doing something that left her miserable afterwards, hours she desperately wanted to recover in any way she could. The dragon, knowing now was the chance to do something about it, chose to start their night in the most tender way he could think of: taking a step forward, bringing the two of them into a tight embrace, and planting a very long kiss that lasted far beyond the point where the cock stuck between them stopped feeling awkward. Sure, it was still spurting pre and throbbing hard enough that they felt it on each heartbeat, but the kiss was what mattered… at least until they both felt small splashes on the bottom of their muzzles, and figured it was time to adjourn to Volt’s bedroom.
Of course, this didn’t mean they had to do it while separated; nothing was -stopping them from carrying on with the kiss and refusing to let go of one another while stumbling their way onto a bed, especially not when it gave the dragon an opportunity to bring one of his hands to his beautiful dragoness’ ample breasts, giving them the sort of squeeze he’d been hoping to enjoy over the course of their massage… a thought that made him realize just how desperate he truly way to savour a body as delectable as hers. Why was it, then, that he didn’t feel in control? Why was it that every one of his moves felt as if she had been expecting them, guiding his hands where they had to go, moving herself in ways that would maximize pleasure and enjoyment for the both of them? Perhaps Ember had been planning for this encounter even more than he himself had, or maybe she was just exceedingly good at improvisation; whatever the case may be, it took them about fifteen minutes to even get into the bedroom, five more to drop onto the bed, and even then they both felt like they had barely started at all.
Or rather, he was dropped onto the bed; Ember remained standing, plumping up her breasts and making sure they were nice and bouncy before bending over and dropping them onto his lap. Volt’s back arched immediately after, with the dragoness expertly caging his cock inside of her cleavage, using her hands to squeeze her tits together and caress his rod in ways that he hadn’t thought possible before. Of course, given that it was too big to be encapsulated by a mere pair of tits, there was enough of it left that Ember could easily open her mouth and take the tip into it, then move her head down and bulge her throat out with the shaft’s mass. A boobjob-slash-blowjob, a staple of Volt’s sexual escapades, yet somehow so much better than the usual fare; if there was anything he’d learned that night, it was that the only magical pair of hands belonged to Ember, not him, because the way she moved her bust around his nethers was… well, it was hard to put to words, mostly because the sensations were overloading every part of his brain that didn’t deal exclusively with pleasure, and he had to make sure that no sounds escaped, lest they turn into undignified squeaks or pitiful, whining begging for her to go harder on him.
Slowly, but surely, his size continued to mount as his arousal grew in equal measure, the soft, leathery groaning of his thickening shaft filling both the room and the inside of Ember’s body as she happily choked on that thing and refused to let go. It was actually kind of impressive how easily she took it into her without so much as a gag or a complaint; other women had issues even taking the tip, but that dragoness seemed to be perfectly at ease having something in her throat that was big enough to bulge it out visibly. So at ease that it was Volt who began to lose control of the situation, yielding it to his lover for the first time in goodness knows how many sexual encounters; it had been so long since he met a partner who could take him with such skill that the dragon simply didn’t know how to react, ending up flat on his back on the sheets and breathing heavily as his mate carried on squeezing and slurping on his cock. To her credit, she didn’t stop or slow down even after it became clear that her ministrations were bringing Volt right to the edge and dangerously close to flying off it, and she didn’t even know that his body could keep going after the first climax; as far as Ember was aware, the moment she brought the drake to orgasm, that was it, it would be over… and yet she did so with such enthusiasm and energy that it served as more evidence of how sex-starved she was. Volt wasn’t going to complain; the dragoness was about to be surprised either way, so she might as well enjoy herself before it happened.
As was to be expected, his first climax came soon after, with the dragon’s claws rending several gashes in the sheets while his back arched upwards and about half a gallon of spunk spurted out from Ember’s mouth as she failed to take the whole load. It was still enough to bulge her throat out even further, plus leave her belly somewhat bloated by the time it was done, and finally managed to get her to retch and sputter after her gag reflex was triggered; thick strands of cum hung between her mouth and Volt’s tip when she moved back, giving her an opportunity to quite unashamedly lick them up and swallow whatever she could, then slump against a wall patting her swollen stomach. She had perhaps expected that to be the end of things for the time being, that she’d have the time to rest and recuperate before Volt could go again, but on looking up and noticing how the dragon’s shaft was still fully erect, still bubbling with cum at the tip and begging to be treated the way it had just been… well, to say her eyes were glazed over at the sight would be an understatement, the dragoness’ mind unable to fully process what was happening in front of her. As if on auto-pilot, her body got up and walked her towards her prize once again, hands outstretched and ready to take that cock again, before Ember managed to wrest control of herself from her own baser instincts and shook the trance away. She looked up, towards Volt, and with some difficulty forced herself to put her hands on her hips when she spoke again:
“You could’ve told me you were like this, I would’ve taken my time then!” - Ember was clearly trying to denounce him, or sound accusatory, but all she managed was to reveal how aroused she was - “Or… honestly, if you’re bottomless, I have a much better job for you. Scoot over, I need room.”
The dragoness barely gave Volt five seconds to react before she climbed onto the bed herself, almost pushing the dragon away from her and making an even bigger mess of the sheets. She positioned herself quite conspicuously in relation to him: both hands on the wooden headboard, kneeling on the mattress and with her ass facing Volt, one that she was wiggling and keeping up in the air. In all honesty, she didn’t really need to say anything to the effect of “Breed me”, but she did anyway; Ember knew for a fact that, as much of a stud as her current mate was, he could always be coaxed into being an even better one by giving him the sort of indecent motivation that only a male like him would love. Indeed, as soon as she issued the command, Volt was filled with both a renewed sense of purpose and enough energy to bring the house down, the bedsprings complaining loudly when he flipped around and immediately sunk his claws onto those plush asscheeks in front of him, angling the tip of his shaft to poke at Ember’s already-wet folds. There was no need for lubrication there, much less foreplay; the two dragons wanted to fuck and Volt was more than happy to go along with it, and thus the moment he felt his soaked tip enter into contact with his lover’s slit, his muscles reacted in the only way they could: firing his hips forward and thrusting hard enough for him to bottom out inside of Ember almost instantly, leaving a cock-shaped bulge on her belly and drawing a loud, borderline pained moan from the dragoness.
Things progressed as they usually did from then on; not a lot of inventiveness that could be put to practice when one’s entire motivation is to fuck like an animal and cum their brains out, nor was there a lot of room for innovation when the dragon’s sole purpose was to keep jackhammering into his mate while countless amounts of his seed oozed from her tight hole whenever he wasn’t base-deep inside of it. Ember’s squeaks and moans were joined by unabashedly wet and lewd thwapping and slapping whenever Volt’s balls smacked against her, along with the grunts and groans emanating from the dragon’s own throat as he struggled against his more primal and predatorial side. The two were no longer Ember and Volt, friends-turned-lovers enjoying a good day off, but two draconic beasts overtaken by lust and a desire to breed, possessed of nothing more than a base instinct to fill and be filled, until they could no longer even move from how tired and beaten up they were. Volt was certainly happy to provide; within minutes he was discharging inside of Ember again, painting her insides even whiter than before and leaving her womb a stuffed and swollen cum balloon, enough that her belly began to bloat outwards at an accelerated rate. Not having to worry about the dragoness swallowing his load, the drake had only to bottom out and stay bottomed out for every last drop to be kept inside of her; most of it was bound to spurt out afterwards, but who was counting?
This wasn’t the end of it though, not by a long shot. Volt gave his partner some time to think that things were over, that she could focus on playing with her hanging tits after bringing her hands away from the one thing keeping her in place; as soon as she was away from the headboard though, that’s when the dragon brought his arms around her torso, hugged her tightly… and then pulled back, landing on the mattress sitting down and with his mate now impaled on his cock and sitting on him, gravity ensuring she got the biggest filling possible as the dragon’s cock continued to slowly swell and gain even more mass. Now was the time for him to show her what his power truly was, and how much he’d been hiding it for the sake of appearances, by laying back just enough to give him room to move his hips and resume pistoning into her at full strength! There was no way he was going to physically lift her, not after her cumgut was stuffed to the point that it was, but as long as he had a few inches of clearance, he could quite easily slam into her still-somehow-tight slit with as much strength as before, not really needing a whole lot of space to bring his stamina to bear. As for Ember, she didn’t really know how to react; one moment she was kneeling on a bed and gasping for breath after the greatest fuck of her life, the next she was being pulled back, held against a warm body and having her legs spread out while her nethers were pounded harder than ever before. Really, all she could think to do was beg for Volt to go even faster and fill her even more, because at that point, asking for anything else was tantamount to blasphemy.
Of course, even the dragon had his limits, for two climaxes had taken quite the toll on his ability to produce and how much spunk he could output. By that point, it was less a third orgasm, a defined moment, and more a continued release that just happened to be thicker and more powerful than normal, one that sapped him of what remained of his strength and left the dragon working off of muscle memory and instinct more than anything else; he didn’t even notice when his strength and stamina faltered and he fell onto the bed, collapsing in exhaustion long after Ember herself had completely given up and gone limp. The dragoness’ belly was practically a blimp, far bigger than a gravid one and sloshing almost obscenely loudly with the amount of cum it was storing; most of it was going to go away on its own, but perhaps the biggest surprise for the night was that some of it wouldn’t. In fact, some of it would make a much bigger “problem” for Ember after her body had time to adapt and process what it had been filled with.
It started off innocently enough, especially after Volt slowly pushed her off of himself. The ensuing gush of spunk nearly splattered against the wall, and the remainder of the filling came soon after, oozing and spurting out of her battered lips and onto the ground, drawing long sighs and muffled moans and clicks from the dragoness’ throat. It took the better part of half an hour before she was back at size where she wouldn’t have to waddle, and from there it quickly became clear that something was dreadfully “wrong” about the procedure, for even after the last drop was pushed out of her, she was still more swollen than she had been before the two of them got started; in fact, she was actually bigger than after the blowjob literally blew up in her face, and though the dragoness was initially unaware of this, her wandering hands soon picked up on it. She tried to get back up, ending up in an awkward sitting position more than anything else, and stared quizzically at a belly that should be flat, but instead had been rounded out quite nicely, seemingly permanently at that. It was only after she began pressing into it, discovering the shapes that lay within, that Ember thought to look up and stare at Volt, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, probably wondering when her mate was going to tell her about that aspect of his virility.
“What can I say? I was always the strong type,” he replied to her silent question, shrugging and attempting to look disinterested and aloof, a ‘bad boy’ persona that he utterly failed at keeping up, “though, to be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to develop eggs so quickly.”
“I’m sorry, I have eggs in me?!” Ember shouted, “How many?!”
“Oh, don’t worry about the number, it’s only ever going to go up” - Volt chuckled as his response made the dragoness sputter and trip over words even harder - “Trust me, in a couple of months, you’re going to be dragging around hundreds of them in there. But don’t worry honey.”
The dragon preempted any further complaints by leaning forward and planting a smooch on the dragoness’ lips, allowing their tongues to play off one another and hoping to transfer some of his calm onto her. It didn’t work as well as he expected, given the shock of finding out that she had eggs growing inside of her, but at least Ember didn’t look like she wanted to kill him with a rusty spoon.
“I’ll be here for you, every step of the way.”
***
Several months later, Volt was returning from another day at whatever his nondescript job happened to be, once again taking a detour from what used to be his regular route and driving away from his home; it had been all-but abandoned by that point in time, the lights and water kept on purely because he wasn’t willing to let go of it just yet. For some time now, Volt had been living with Ember, at her place, because she happened to have a house that could deal with the sort of size problem that the dragon had imparted upon her… plus the fact that she was royalty at the end of the day, and not only had to deal with the affairs of state, but also commanded the loyalty of hundreds of servants that could attend to her every need. Despite everyone’s warnings that she should take it easy, that she should “think of the young’uns” and reduce her workload, Ember continued to try and do as much as she could for dragonkind, seemingly possessed of a bottomless wellspring of energy. Perhaps motherhood had infused her with a renewed sense of purpose, or maybe it was having Volt there at her beck and call, to cuddle with and fuck whenever she damn well felt like it. Whatever the case, the dragoness queen had been spending more and more time in her office as of late, seeing as her body was becoming too bloated for her to go anywhere else; as much as she might want to do everything twice over, there was no arguing with a belly full of eggs that nearly scraped the floor whenever she walked from place to place. For her safety, she was instructed to remain stationary unless moving was absolutely necessary, with her staff taking up most of the out-of-office responsibilities, something they’d been demanding to do ever since Ember became queen, and now finally managed to wrench from her firm hand.
That day, however, was special: Volt remembered to buy some sweets for his sweetheart! A whole bag of candy that he was quite certain would be confiscated and thrown into the rubbish bin because they were deemed too unhealthy for the mother-to-be, hence why he was hiding them inside of his coat whenever he saw any of the servants pass by him. He nodded along, said hello to the right people, then nonchalantly walked into Ember’s quarters, to the sight of a room-dominating belly filled with so many eggs that he could see a few of them poking against her skin from within.
Just a few more months, and then they’d be a happy family. | yiff-extreme |
The unwinding was always the best part of her day. After the humdrum of office life, the utter nightmare that was the public transportation system, and all the assorted madness that came with living in a big city, Maia could at least find solace in knowing she could walk through that door, greet the colossal snake on the other side, and enjoy a few hours of expert, personalized treatment. She was, after all, a repeat customer, and a very valued one as Morgan insisted on reminding her; they didn’t offer that sort of treatment just to anyone, the snake kept repeating, almost as if words would in any way magnify the pleasure felt by the actions themselves.
Maia didn’t particularly care, though not necessarily out of apathy or malice; it just so happened that when one’s body was puffed up and inflated to the point where it couldn’t move on its own, and had to be nestled in the seemingly endless coils of a snake with a hypnotizing gaze, thinking about anything in particular was noticeably harder than it was in everyday life. For Maia in particular, it was a chance of living out some of her harder-to-fulfill fantasies; while she was nothing if not quite blessed when it came to her curves, thanks mostly to Morgan’s own actions, she was still a mouse, and with that came a significant disadvantage compared to everyone around her: height.
It hardly mattered that she had plentiful pudge to grab when she couldn’t be proactivate about it; hence, having Morgan fill her tits and ass out to the point where they’d get stuck in doors, as well as turning her belly into a car-sized bump capable of tearing through any clothes she forgot to take off, was an experience the mouse gal hungered for whenever she had the time to think about it. ‘Twas one of the few occasions where she got to feel legitimately big, even if it came at the cost of having no mobility whatsoever. For Maia, however, this again hardly mattered; the point of doing it with Morgan was that the snake could coil under and around her, turning themselves into an immense, slithery, and surprisingly warm bed all things considered. Still, that day was a wistful one, and as the growth came to a halt, with the mouse having been granted a pair of tits slightly larger than even the usual, all Maia could do was stare down at that bust and sigh, prompting a cocking of an eyebrow on Morgan’s part.
“You know what it is,” Maia preemptively explained, noticing the quizzical look, “I’ve complained about it enough, I don’t think you want to hear me bitch about how tiny I am again.”
“Honey, please,” Morgan replied, rolling her eyes while tightening her coils somewhat, “you come here to unwind, I won’t be having any of that. Go on and vent, tell your dearest friend Morgan what’s bugging you.”
“... well, if you insist” - Maia was stuck looking at her tits and wondering about things that might be, too much so for her to notice the odd tone Morgan had taken - “It’s just… you know, look at these! Look at me! I got enough tits to boobhat anyone at the office, but I still need to ask for help getting stuff from some of the taller filing cabinets. It feels…”
“Off-balance?”
“Asymmetrical. Is that a word? I feel like that’s a word… I dunno, I just wish I could actually sneak up on someone and plop my tits on their head without having to ask someone else to pick me up. I don’t think that’s too much to ask, is it?”
It wasn’t the first time Maia had complained about this, nor would it be the last. Morgan, however, was not one to settle for leaving her preferred playthings to go on living through life with such regrets, not when she had plenty of tricks up her non-existent sleeves to employ on such occasions. Platitudes were offered, reassurances were given, and the two, as usual, spent a couple of hours being huge before Maia was returned to her original size and turned to face the door, putting her clothes back on before she accidentally exposed herself to the world again. It was only when the mouse was about to walk out that Morgan struck, using her coiled body to launch herself forward, grab onto the tinier mouse… and then turn her head around so the two could share a kiss together.
It happened quickly enough that Maia couldn’t react in time, and even when she came to understand what was happening, the smaller of the two didn’t exactly think to break it; after all, the two had just got done doing something far more scandalous than merely exchanging a kiss, making it entirely unsurprising that Morgan wanted to get a last smooch in. At no point did Maia stop to ponder why this had never happened before, or what significance such an act could have; instead, she was simply thinking about getting back home, drawing a bath, and then going to bed to prepare for a new day.
There was an audit coming to the office in a week or so, and while normally the workplace wouldn’t exactly care until a couple of days beforehand (if that much), as the current head for her department, it fell on her to make sure her boss didn’t have any shit rolling uphill, a boss who insisted on doing everything with as much advance time as possible (at least when it actually mattered), locking them all in an endless series of meetings, filings, and, in Maia’s case, so much paperwork that she could drown in it. Thus it was that, when she got to the office the next day, she had become the bearer of one of the most dreadful scowls ever seen by mortalkind, along with everyone else in her department; having to clock in about ten minutes before their usual time just because someone was coming to check if their binders were properly sorted felt like a waste, especially with how much stress it generated.
The mouse gal couldn’t even resort to the same methods as her coworkers, stuck as they were in cubicles from which they could effectively do nothing as long as no one walked in; herself, she had to deal with the constant parade of emails and emergency communiqués, and with a loud, pained sigh, she sat down for yet another shift of being bored out of mind. Only after doing so, however, did Maia notice something was definitely off about it: the seat was off-balance again.
She sighed, grumbling something about pneumatics under her breath as she leaned to the side to find where the lever was; as was customary, as soon as her hand was on it, she hopped onto the ground for a short bit so she could raise the chair up properly… except that time, she didn’t hop. With the same momentary lack of balance that came when one missed the final step on a flight of stairs, Maia found herself with her feet on the ground just a moment before they were supposed to get there. While most would at least wonder just why that was, or how that came to be, Maia was not at all interested in the intricacies of her personal sense of balance, deciding to chalk it up to “something that happened” before getting back on the chair; given how short she was, and how she’d just pulled her seat up, she absolutely shouldn’t have then also felt her feet firmly on the ground rather than dangling off the edge, but it wasn’t as if she could be growing out of nowhere.
It was a silly thought, so silly that Maia found absolutely no difficulty in shoving it aside; her body becoming bigger was something that happened when she was alone with Morgan, not out there in the “real” world. She was, unfortunately, not a grower, hence her constant issues with her size, and as much as the mouse gal would’ve liked for this to mean that she was suddenly undergoing a growth spurt, this was little more than wishful thinking and she knew it. Surely it wouldn’t be that far-fetched to just assume that she had a rough night because of all the stress and had merely misjudged the chair’s height at first, followed by the damned thing not working properly and keeping her stuck at the same height as before. Thus, when Maia got up to retrieve something from a filing cabinet and the ground was suspiciously further away from her than usual, this really didn’t register with her.
As far as she was concerned, things were exactly where they were meant to be, and anything else was secondary to getting the paperwork done for the day, or at least finding a good enough excuse to avoid having to do busywork. Indeed, it was precisely this desire that drove her to do something absolutely deranged: find an excuse to leave her workspace and go somewhere else to pretend to do something valuable there. She simply didn’t have anything to actually accomplish; most of her work was done already, and she’d be damned before she spent eight hours going through typos on accountancy reports (again), leaving her with nothing but the dreaded records room.
Of all the places, stuffing herself in between shelves loaded with binders would at least give her something of an alibi, and it was enough of a change in venue that it might, potentially, allow Maia to stave off her boredom for a longer while. Curiously, however, her coworkers seemed to be paying a lot more attention to her than they usually did when she left her office; not that she was a stranger to lurid stares (there was a reason she wore form-fitting clothing rather than anything more modest), but most typically didn’t stop whatever they were midway through doing in order to turn their heads and gawk at her with wide-open eyes.
It was probably the skirt; Maia figured that, since it had been a while since she last wore that, and that the previous night had Morgan puff her up to a larger-than-usual size, then maybe that had some kind of effect she just didn’t notice. Maybe her butt was slightly plumper, who knew? She certainly didn’t, nor did she notice anything at all was wrong when she tapped the shoulder of Jenny, one of her coworkers responsible for the records room, and found herself at eye-level with them. Now, Jenny wasn’t small; in fact, one could say that she was actually slightly above average, going near to six feet in height and still wearing heels on top of this. Maia, on most occasions, usually ended up staring at their tits whenever the two had a conversation, which made it somewhat awkward when the mouse gal stared straight ahead and saw two actual eyes instead. It should’ve set off a myriad of alarm bells in her head, but instead, all it did was make her wonder why Jenny was so short; probably wasn’t wearing heels, despite how easy it was to disprove this by just looking down.
“Hey uh, I need to get into the records room to uh… check… something” - smooth - “So just, I dunno, write down that I went there or something, if Bill asks tell him I had to look up something about the accounting balance for last year’s second trimester or whatever you think he wants to hear.”
With that, Maia turned and kept walking, not even bothering to give her friend time to react, not even giving herself time to notice how Jenny was so shocked that they couldn’t even get a word in edgewise despite her usually being a motormouth. It was just too much work, noticing the changes, and there was already enough on her plate to have to also concern herself with something as utterly mundane as becoming taller, when she already went through expansive periods on her time off. It was only when she got to the records room itself, then tried to get in, that her brain had to confront the reality of it, because that was the thing: she tried to get in.
Success, however, was not the word of the day, not when her progress was halted by something getting stuck on the doorway. Maia’s first reaction was to tut, let out an annoyed grunt, then turn back to, presumably, pull part of her skirt off of whatever random piece of wood it got stuck on. The last thing she was expecting to see was an ass that had grown big enough to push heavily against both sides of the threshold, but alas, that was exactly what she got. It took the mouse a moment or two before her brain was allowed to process what it was seeing, during which she had very little to do but keep on staring and absorbing all that delicious information that her eyes insisted on giving her. There it was, her butt, about half as large as it had been back during her last session with Morgan: not so big that it would force her to waddle, but already big enough to be a serious impediment to her regular movement, especially considering it was very much proportional the extra height she bore.
In fact, it was then and there, when the sudden change forced its way through to the forefront of Maia’s mind, that she became aware that the whole world had a significantly different look all of a sudden, as if she wasn’t looking up at everything from a disadvantaged position. She tried rubbing her eyes of course, even pinching herself, all the tropes; it was the only thing she could think to do, stuck as she was in what was clearly a dream. She didn’t grow on her own, so what she was looking at was either her imagination… or the office was going to have to call an ambulance, because she was obviously hallucinating.
Nonetheless, she was stuck, so regardless of what the truth was, she had to push; thankfully, the space around her was cramped enough that there were plenty of things to hold onto, bolted onto the nearest wall and yet groaning oh-so-wonderfully as she sunk her fingers into them and tried to dislodge herself. All the while, her eyes were rapidly darting from one part of herself to another; now, with greater clarity, it was obvious that she was taller, even if her proportions (apart from her rear) hadn’t actually changed… but the strangest part was that her clothes, too, hadn’t gotten any tighter on her, at least until she got stuck in door; her skirt definitely felt like it tugged on her form significantly more than before, which brought to mind a great many question about just what had been happening to her.
Was she growing alongside with her attire, no matter how ridiculous that sounded? Was the height thing entirely separate from her getting a fatter ass, and she just happened to luck out on two astronomically unlikely events taking place at the same time? Whatever the case, she had more important things to worry about, such as finally getting her rump unstuck from the damned door; with a handful of people already staring at what was happening, not that Maia was aware of it course, the mouse grunted and gasped her way into near-immobility, her arms growing increasingly tired until she could no longer push at all, leaving her well and truly stuck with one half of her body in the record room, and the other half still dug in on the outside of it.
That is, until she felt herself growing hotter, and very suddenly smashed her head against the ceiling; with a short yelp, Maia brought her hand up to massage what was likely to be a bump already forming, while her one open eye immediately began scanning her body for further signs of alteration. Just as before, her clothes had changed to fit this new size, effortlessly stretching out and apparently producing fabric from absolutely nowhere… apart from her skirt, which, despite its best effort, could certainly keep up with her height, but not the sheer heft of both her asscheeks. Thankfully for Maia, the sudden burst had gifted her with enough size down in that department that the door to the records room was actually broken, shattered really as her bottom pushed hard enough to crack both the wooden frame and part of the wall around it!
It would’ve been embarrassing, and indeed part of Maia still had to come to terms with her body deciding to go haywire like that, but the ability to just outright burst through an opening like that… well, it wasn’t altogether unpleasant, at least not to her mind in the state that it was in. Even when she tumbled forward, lost her balance to momentum, and promptly toppled over, Maia couldn’t help but feel like having an ass big enough to make that happen was some sort of blessing in disguise; though, given when happened on impact, it wasn’t just her behind that the mouse gal would have to worry about.
For flopping on the floor didn’t hurt nearly as much as it should have, on account of there being something there to help cushion her; or, rather, two somethings, on account of her already-full bust suddenly deciding that it should spontaneously add multiple cup sizes to itself. By that point, this was hardly surprising, and indeed, Maia couldn’t help but roll her eyes at it once she became aware of the change; so much time spent with Morgan that now the mouse’s ability to reason with reality had been affected to the extent that she saw an inexplicable transformation as par for the course. Hell, maybe it was Morgan’s fault; for all Maia knew, the snake had decided to turn her into something best resembling her dream form through some arcane ritual, prepared in advance and unleashed upon an unsuspecting, poor little mouse.
That the final kiss was entirely out of the ordinary didn’t cross Maia’s mind, seeing as by then, she had to start worrying about pushing shelving out of the way and causing a domino effect to take out most of the record room’s contents. Getting up, however, was bound to cause damage regardless, as not only was she tall enough to need to hunch over slightly, but her ass was… significant, to say the least. Trying to turn around wouldn’t just push a shelf over, it’d probably bend the metal it was made of through sheer impact alone, and given how much of her chest her tits covered now, the same could be said for her bust. It was funny, in that odd, cosmic manner which wasn’t at all funny in the slightest: she’d just wriggled free from the doorframe, only to find herself stuck again in an entirely different manner.
But that wouldn’t do; she couldn’t just stay there in the records room for the rest of her life, she had things to do! Much as she hated the busywork, her job was still there, and if she didn’t leave that cramped space, then how would she get to be with Morgan later and maybe, potentially, if she remembered it, ask the snake what their motives were? And besides, had she not told them that she would’ve loved to be able to boobhat someone properly? It was the absolute last thing she should be thinking about, but there it was, bubbling in her mind as Maia looked down at her breasts, tried to heave them, and found herself expending far more energy than usual, being forced to bite her lip to keep the moan forming within to escape.
To hell with the shelving, she was getting out; sure, this meant turning around and promptly initiating a cascading failure of toppling binders, but that hardly mattered when matters of higher importance were on the line! Pushing everything side, Maia soon found herself right in front of the door, a grin on her face, a lot of lewd thoughts in her head, and the wide eyes of her coworkers on the other side; it was a scenario she’d envisioned in her mind plenty of times before, perhaps even an unhealthy amount of times, and one that she finally, at long last, would get to experience. Granted, doing so would likely lead to a disciplinary hearing and some quaint platitudes about not fucking around with people’s spines, but what did the Board know? Hell, what did HR know, being stuck in their dingy little offices until they were told they could bring the book out? She was going to have some fun, even if it was laced with a non-insignificant amount of panic on account of her transformation still being entirely unexplained.
For extra points, she managed to pull off a proper entrance as well, anchoring both hands on opposite sides of the doorframe and slowly pushing herself through, by that point tall and wide enough that even her enormous rump managed to get by with only minimal hassle. She thus emerged onto a frightened, and in no uncertain terms aroused crowd, with multiple sets of eyes openly ogling her new form, visibly tracing her curves until they remembered they weren’t supposed to be doing it; upon this realization, they did their best to look away… only to almost immediately look back for the cycle to restart all over again.
It was a perfect opportunity for the mouse gal to indulge in some of the kinks she’d never had the chance to, hence why one of the first things she tried to do was turn towards Jenkins, one of the new hires, and sashay towards him so she could plop her tits on top of his head; try, because her body certainly wasn’t going to work on the schedule she determined for it, but rather whatever the hell it wanted to do. And what it felt like, at that exact moment, was casually dropping another couple of feet onto Maia’s frame, which brought her from just tall enough to seriously loom over everyone around her, to approaching the higher ceiling of the main office area, along with the sound of clothes ripping apart filling the air.
For a brief, merciful moment, the mouse gal assumed that her attire had finally run its course, and that suddenly jumping that much space upwards had surely left them unable to adapt; of course, she knew the truth, and it only took looking back at her immense, couch-smothering rear for her to be able to tell her suspicions were just as correct as her hopes were wrong. And of course, just as she was too busy looking back, of course the seams on her shirt began to tear open once her tits burgeoned outwards as well, providing a perfect counterbalance as they strained against whatever was left of the fabric and that one, extremely resistant button that was already buried on all sides by soft breastflesh… all while its brothers plinked off whatever surfaces they were projected onto, a couple embedding themselves into cubicle walls or the ceiling with small puffs of dust.
Luckily, Maia didn’t trip over, though not from lack of trying; her balance was so affected that it took a convenient couple of people being there just at grabbing her for her to keep from splattering over her front, and even then she ended up with her cleavage having absorbed the head of one of her senior accountants, who just so happened to be the one woman in the office for whom that experience was significantly more welcome than all the others. Maia could feel the moaning as well, even if she couldn’t hear it… that, and the unashamed licking, which caused her to flinch backwards, promptly trip, and flatten poor Jenkins underneath her wide rear. | yiff-extreme |
Deep below ground, where even the bravest of spelunkers dared not tread, surrounded by miles upon miles of labyrinthine tunnels, most of which led only to a potential intruders’ untimely death, awaited a mythical city known only through legend and hearsay, a golden paradise below the surface where a goddess awaited those who would be courageous, or perhaps simply mad enough to attempt the journey. None knew too much about her, for she was much too grand to describe: she was serpentine, she was gigantic, and she held a firm grip on the lives of all those who lived upon their world, whether or not they were even aware of it. Her agents and eyes were everywhere, her sibillant whispers heard wherever policy-making was conducted, and her seeping, divine power produced life of a quality that could not adequately be written down, lest the pages combust and the arm used to write the words wilt at such an affront.
Many had heard of this city, very few believed it real, and even fewer attempted the perilous journey to find it. It lived in a sort of stasis between realities in the minds of those who heard of it: everyone knew the tunnel system existed, but not all were convinced that the fabled goddess-queen Eternia, Lady of Infinite Length and Limitless Abundance, Glorious Mother-Serpent Whom We Praise In Her Holy Name, would even limit herself to existing on the same planet as those who she ruled over. Most assumed her abode was in the heavens somewhere above their heads and around their cosmos, where none could even remotely begin to hope of gazing upon her, much less doing anything as brave as touching her, and even those who swore her city lay ready for any to stumble upon were mostly of the belief that her true throne was still off-world, simply accessible via their own planet somehow. In truth, the latter camp was far closer to the bullseye that even they could know, or than they would ever know, considering no soul would, under any circumstance, be allowed to breach the perimeter of the Sanctum, whereupon Eternia made her residence… at least for the time being.
The Majesty, the Eternal Serpent, The Snake-Mother of All That Was And Will Be, Eternia, made her residence deep within the gilded, hallowed halls of an incomprehensibly vast underground city carved entirely from a gold deposit created by her own descent from the heavens, a deposit that grew thicker and more lustrous whenever she dared to move, creating more building materials for the eternal expansion of her throne. There she resided, making her influence known through the whole planet, guiding the little ones immediately around her and those whom she indirectly ruled over by ensuring that those petty despots and would-be leaders proclaiming themselves chosen by either the people or herself were headed in the right direction at all times. It was hard work, especially since her physicality also created a few extra… secondary concerns.
Were she to exist in her true form, as a sort of divine wavelength permeating the fullest extent of spacetime and everything around it, things would be remarkably simpler and a lot less high-maintenance. However, as per her decision to experience life as one of her own creations (to a certain degree), Eternia had to deal with the same kind of issues that plagued those dreadfully mortal souls that she snatched up to serve as her near-numberless coterie… again, to a certain degree, given that she operated on scales just a slight bit more vast than most of her servants.
After all, it’d be hard to find someone, even another snake, whose coiled body measured in the miles when it came to length, a couple or three in width; even among the biggest of the blessed big ones, none would be able to find an example of excess quite as demonstrative as what Eternia possessed as a bust, or, to be more accurate, busts. The sheer run-off of milk from the dozens of rows of udders lining her form was such that a new type of gold was produced from the constant bathing of her throne room, one which was so perfectly suffused by the healing properties of her lactic cream that mere contact with a wound was enough to return the unfortunate victim to full working condition. This “pearl gold”, as it was called, was harvested from where Eternia spent most of her time and jealously hoarded in vast, even-further-underground vaults, for the milk itself was so powerful as to allow the empty chunks left behind to “refill” with yet more of the metallic substance.
Eternia’s mere presence was enough to bend and warp the laws of reality to the point where her millions upon millions of servants had to adhere to a strict schedule just to have a chance at surviving contact with her. Stay around for too long and one’s soul might just end up ripped from its body to feed the ravenous, endless hunger of the goddess-serpent; remain away from her for too much time and one withered away from the lack of exposure to her glorious radiance. It was a drug, and one that had to be dosed just right to keep unnecessary casualties down; the snake herself was more than capable of restoring those lost to her magnificence back to how they used to be, but she quite fancied not having to spend a few hours every day resurrecting the help. Similarly, she had to avoid speaking too loudly, lest her words infiltrate the feeble, meek skulls of those attending to her physical form and make them do things that, while not necessarily impossible, require a creative interpretation of the laws of reality; after all, her will must be done, thus requiring extreme care whenever she worded a desire, want or need.
All of this led to a rather lonely existence for Eternia, despite her literally sitting upon a mile-high throne-slash-waterfall made of pure gold infused with her life-giving milk, surrounded on all sides by her very tail, itself wrapped and coil over her very own, personal kingdom carved out of the result of her divine majesty interacting with the physical universe. She was, at the end of the day, a goddess, and the only one in this plane of existence; perhaps, if she had remained in her true form, a dalliance with a neighboring universe would’ve been possible, maybe even something deeper if she was feeling experimental and open to commitment, but stuck as she was to a physical body, even one as impossible as her own, Eternia’s options were… limited. She had once attempted to sate her curiosity by bringing select members of her entourage into her presence, blessing them with just enough size and power to allow them to service her in such a way that she’d actually feel it, but these tryouts never ended in anything more than disappointment; even if the body was willing, the mind was often lacking in the kind of unique creativity required to truly push Eternia’s buttons. Though, this could also be attributed to her shameful little secret.
Well, shameful in the sense that all those around her saw it as shameful, not necessarily Eternia herself, absolutely not. As physical as she might be, her mind was still very much that of a goddess, and as such she didn’t see why or how she should be embarrassed about something that, quite frankly, she absolutely didn’t see as her fault at all; it was her body talking back to her, letting her know what it wanted and why it did so, and it simply wouldn’t do for her to ignore it just because it didn’t obey some preconceived notion of what someone like herself ‘should’ act like like. That said, she found herself reacting with a rather strange emotion whenever someone other than herself brought it up: it was a mixture of anger and a desire for that information, now verbalized, to go away and never show itself again, together with a rise in blood pressure and a colouring of her cheeks. She had studied this emotion extensively and came to the conclusion that it was something mortals called “embarrassment”, which was obviously ludicrous given that, as a goddess, she need not be embarrassed of anything at all.
Yet, whenever someone brought up the fact that what she truly desired the most out of anything in the world was for someone big and imposing to “boop the snoot”, Eternia did not simply nod or confirm that this was the truth, but rather attempt to forcefully shut the transgressor up, permanently if need be by sending them down into the pearl gold mines where her constant downpour ensured an endless supply of the shiny material. She would suffer no indignity, even if she herself recognized that it was no indignity at all, and her coterie thus slowly learned that if they wanted to remain in one piece and in some control of their lives, the best thing they could do was not mention that aspect of their goddess’ mentality, for their own good.
Then again, this didn’t exactly make the need for snoot booping go away; in fact, not having anyone there to scratch that particular itch made Eternia a very frisky snek indeed, to the point where she would occasionally uplift a couple of servants in an attempt at distracting herself. This usually resulted in the volunteers being shown what it was like to be a god for a good couple of hours, requiring extensive soul repair in the aftermath, and invariably left the Mother Serpent feeling… unsatisfied. There was something missing during those extensive periods of rapturous carnal bliss where her body was used like a cheap fucktoy by two or more brutes whose minds could only comprehend the need to thrust their cocks in between cleavages or into a few of her slits, something deeper and more meaningful that simply could not be provided through sexual enjoyment alone.
It was a problem that Eternia didn’t know how to fix, especially given her belief that she had the mortal experience down pat and thus didn’t require any additional insight. Little did she know that there was a fundamental aspect of earthly existence that she, being unused to the kind of hormonal necessities that came with having a physical body, was simply not privy to; it was one thing to be an all-encompassing constant whose contact with other such creatures operated at scales unimaginable by any of the little ones surrounding her on a daily basis, and another entirely to “merely” be a miles-long serpentine figure of motherly perfection that made all who gazed upon her lose their minds unless shielded properly. And yet, even then, it still wasn’t an appropriate contrast, for even the eternities that she had spent with other gods and godlike things that resided between and without worlds had never been anything more than a fulfillment of base needs, stress relief to a certain degree, as opposed to anything more meaningful. There was plenty of loving there, but no love, no adoration, no mutual understanding that their lives could be so much better together than apart; merely two entities who wished to fuck, so they did.
And that was… disappointing. Perhaps it was her physicality that left her feeling like this, but for Eternia, mere sexual release was no longer enough; she craved something deeper, an experience that could truly leave her feeling like she was wanted by someone else, not just desired. There was a bit of a need for worship mixed in the middle, but always with the caveat that it would be mutual; any equal to her would be similarly divine after all, and not providing the adequate amount of godly adulation would be downright blasphemous. But still, in the end, all that Eternia truly wanted was for someone to boop her snoot, and not just because it was snoot-booping that she craved, but what it meant.
Firstly, anyone big enough to do it would, by necessity, be more than capable of taking her down more carnal paths if she so desired; the Lady of Infinite Length wouldn’t just suddenly stop craving other lengths just because other buttons were being pushed, and an adequate partner would have to be capable of holding their own during their more private hours, this much was a dealbreaker. But, perhaps most importantly, anyone that she trusted enough to get close to her and happily boop her snek snooter would, again by necessity, be someone that she already cared more about than anything and anyone else ever in her long, effectively perpetual existence.
This, above all things, was exactly why she found herself to be so embarrassed any time any one of her servants mentioned this very specific need of hers: it was less a matter of them being unworthy and far more about her own vulnerability. Discussing how much she wanted someone to press a finger against the tip of her snout and gently poke it inwards was admitting that she was… incomplete, not whole, and that the goddess that ruled over that world was far more concerned about finding a suitable partner than she was in actually ruling over anything.
Not that any of her servants would actually try to exploit this in any way of course; even in the insane off-chance that one might consider the remote possibility, a flick of her wrist or a snap of her fingers would be enough on Eternia’s part to simply get rid of whatever interloper wished to take advantage of her, even if her entire golden city were to turn on her. But it still wasn’t something that they were simply allowed to discuss freely; the last thing that she wanted was to breed discontent, or the patently ridiculous notion that she was becoming “weak” or “frail”, and thus required a big, strong, dumb pile of muscles to come topple her from her eternal throne.
No, what she needed was a mate, and a fun one too, capable of warming those cold nights where she lay staring at the ceiling without a thought in her mind aside from how lonely she felt, and how much better her life would be if only a big, strong, hunky snake like herself was there beside her, that they may entwine themselves in one another’s coils and… well, do a great many things that were best left unrecorded in any annals, lest anyone be left thinking that she was anything less than a perfectly dominant goddess with a strong hand and even stronger sense of direction. No submission for her, not at all, especially when not said giant of a lover was there and ready to boop her snoot to cause her to flinch and blush and bat her eyelashes in that oddly alluring and bashful way that she’d seen in some artistic productions. Not. At. All.
Eternia certainly didn’t spend a significant amount of time each day fantasizing about when someone from the surface would be able to breach through the multiple layers of defences that had been set up around the city, this after they were done negotiating the maze of tunnels that protected it from anyone who just so happened top be snooping around. At no point did she ever waste hours picturing what this adventurer would be like: daring, bold, possessed of vast amounts of worldly knowledge and a physique to match, capable of climbing even the immenseness that was her own body without needing any help from her divine font of power. Absolutely, at no point in the past, did Eternia phase out wondering what it would be like to wake up next to them, on a bed of a make unlike any other, as their body slowly grew to match hers over the course of days, weeks, months, years, as the two of them woke up every day just the tiniest bit closer to one another, ready for a snoot booping whenever required. And, of course, she had never once sighed wistfully as she looked out at the distance, towards the colossal golden gates that marked the entry to her abode, hoping that somewhere beyond it where the tunnels began, a brave soul would make the journey and come out the other end. Not once.
This desire would not go unnoticed, though few would ever become aware of where their determination truly came from. All the brave fools and cocksure adventurers, all those who fancied themselves archaeologists and the occasional lunatic, they all had one thing in common: their will being guided by Eternia, as her desire for a mate seeped into the world around her and turned what should be a closely-kept secret into a set of beliefs that crystallized over time, a mythology shared between disparate civilizations that attracted countless bold souls to the same place every years. They all knew, instinctively, there there was something down there, that somehow, making the trek to the very end of the caverns would put them in contact with their goddess, even if they didn’t know when or why; all that they knew was that they had to do it, that it was an imperative, that someone must reach the very end. It became a competition of sorts, where those brave enough to brave the cave system saw one another as suitors, battling for the attention of a supreme being who they weren’t sure was even there.
And in between all of that, there yet remained Eternia, sitting upon her golden throne, awash with milk and lactic bliss, surrounded by supplicants whose lives meant as much to her as those of an ant did to the average mortal. There she lay waiting for the day when her mate, her consort, would open the gates to her palace and demand to see her, that the two of them may start a new life. There she lay, holding out for the day in which she could finally turn around, lock eyes with her better half…
… and have them boop her snoot. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Kerr Chapter 13: Homecoming, part II... by Anthony_Lion
Tags: M/F, Pantheress, Rabbit
When Kerr wakes alone in the large bed the next morning he at first stares at the light flooding in through the small windows at the top of the wall without remembering where he is, then the events of the evening before comes back to him. Fearing whatever trouble Miera is causing at the moment he gets out of bed and quickly puts on his clothes before dashing out of the room. In the common room the only one he can find is Rhi; his younger brother. "Where's Miera," Kerr asks.
"Outside somewhere," his brother replies. "I remembered you as an early riser, and it's almost mid-day already. What happened?"
"We didn't fall asleep immediately," Kerr replies, grinning. "If a female ever gets desperate enough, you may find out the rest." Grabbing a bread and a carrot from the table he hurries outside. The first thing he notices is all the locals standing or 'casually' walking past on the road, the next is a low purring noise from behind and to one side. Dreading what he will see he still turns around to find Miera, smiling contentedly, reclined agaist the sloping earth-wall of the house and with the little female child curled up in her lap. Sighing, happy that for once she isn't causing him any trouble, Kerr slumps down beside her and starts chewing on his breakfast.
"Why are everyone looking at me so strangely?" Miera suddenly whispers. "Haven't they seen a female before?"
"I think they're trying to build up the courage to take the child away from you before she ends up as your dinner," Kerr replies in a hushed voice, low enough not to wake the child, but still loud enough for some of the nearer rabbits to overhear.
"Well, she is cute enough to eat," Miera whispers, grinning mischievously, "but she's only a mouthful. All the plump, juicy rabbits walking past, on the other paw..."
"Just look, don't touch," he admonishes.
"Spoilsport!" she exclaims. Then, in a more somber voice she asks, "I wanted to use the outhouse last night, but..."
"The door to the common room was barred?" he asks.
"You knew?"
"I suspected it," he admits. "Except for the guestroom, there's only storerooms along that corridor, and I noticed someone had placed chamberpots under the bed."
"Your mother?"
"Yes. It's better than the alternative, though."
"And that would be?"
"You saw all the males gathered in the commons last night. If my mother thought you were lying last night, well..."
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Afternoon.
Miera is out in the forrest, supposedly to find herself dinner, but really to avoid eating the meat in her pack in front of the rabbits. As she often does when hunting, she has discarded her clothes and is only wearing a loincloth, not just because of the feeling of freedom or the warmth of the sun on her smooth, black fur, but also to avoid getting blood on her clothes. She has been successful in catching a small creature and is happily tearing into the still warm flesh when she is suddenly aware of being observed by someone or something. Pretending nothing is amiss she begins to slowly circle the site where she thinks the observer is hidden, always making certain never to look directly towards the spot or making an even circle, but crossing back and forth, now nearer, then further away, but slowly and surely building an image of where the observer is hidden and the best way to approach. Having decided upon a plan she wastes no time to execute it, and starts by pretending to hear something a distance away and cutting towards it, breaking into a light trot at the same time. As she passes the point on her course that is closest to the unknown figure she suddenly kicks out, her toe-claws digging into the hard-packed dirt, changeing her direction and acellerating her towards her target. With her paws held out in front she pounces through the brush and lands on top of a suddenly very frightened female rabbit.
"Why are you spying on me?" Miera growls.
"P-please d-don't eat me!" the rabbit stutters.
Looking the rabbit over and noticing her honey-coloured fur, age, *no older than Kerr was,* where her paws are resting and the total lack of anything that could be used as a weapon, she sighs and gets off the rabbit. "I'm not going to hurt you but I want a good explanation."
"I just wanted to see you," the rabbit mumbles uncertainly, as she sit up and begins to brush off her clothes. "I wondered why Kerr likes you so much." Looking down, she begins, "I..." then realises where she is staring and quickly averts her eyes.
"What?" Miera snaps, "is there something wrong with my breasts?"
"I..." the rabbit again begins.
"Just teasing you," Miera interrupts, grinning widely. Getting to her feet and pulling the rabbit up, she orders, "Now, tell me exactly why you were so interested. And you can call me Miera."
"I'm Lemana," the honey-coloured female responds. "Kerr was always nice to the younger kids; playing with us, telling us stories he made up, sneaking us cookies, being an older brother for everyone. I dreamed about having him, or someone like him, as mate when I grew up. Then he disappeared. When you brought him back, I couldn't decide whether to hate you for taking him away, or liking you for bringing him back."
"You know that when I leave I'll be taking him with me?" the panther asks, slipping an arm around the rabbit and giving her shoulder a light squeeze.
"I know," the rabbit replies, sighing, "but at least I know that he's still alive." Sighing again, she adds, "Knowing that he's grown into an adult, so strong, confident and kind, though, doesn't make it easier."
"You forgot cute," the panther scolds, "he's still just as cute as the day I stole him away." Then, reaching the small glade where she left her clothes she sits down on her cape and pulls the rabbit down in her lap.
"What are you doing?" the rabbit asks apprehensively.
"You rabbits are just so cuddly that I couldn't resist," the panther replies. "Tell me, how old are you?"
"I came of age this spring," the rabbit replies. "Really?" the panther comments, grinning to herself. Then, placing a paw on the rabbit's belly and rubbing slowly, she adds, "You've probably found a nice male already, then?"
"No," the rabbit replies, sighing.
"But surely, there must have been one that could make your body go tingly when he stroked your tail?" Miera asks, slipping her left paw down to gently stroke the enticing little button-tail.
"No," the rabbit replies, a little uneasy.
"You haven't? You've been saving yourself for Kerr?" Grinning even more as she notices the way the rabbit looks down in embarrasment, she continues, "And you've been waiting for him to come back, to hold you closely, caress your tail and stroke your ears." As she speaks she grabs the rabbit's right ear between two fingers and slowly slides them all the way from the root to the tip, making the young rabbbit shiver in pleasure. "Maybe even lick them," she adds, reaching out with her rough tongue to lick at the rabbit's left ear.
"Please," the rabbit squeals, pulling at the slim, black-furred arm around her waist.
"I'm not going to hurt you," the panther whispers into her left ear before licking it again. Then, rubbing the rabbit's belly again, she whispers, "You would want Kerr to do this, wouldn't you?"
The rabbit hesitates, then nods slowly.
Moving her right paw up to gently grasp a small, round breast through the front of the rabbit's linen dress, she whispers, "And you want his paws to caress your breasts, stroking them and teasing the nipples, right?"
"Y-yes..." the rabbit replies. "Please don't be mad at me."
"Why would I be mad at you?" the panther asks quietly. "I get to experience what you dream about." Then she licks the rabbit's right ear a couple of times, sending shivers through her slim body before moving her right paw down and under the hem of the dress and letting it slide slowly up the rabbit's leg. When the paw reaches the quivering rabbit's belly, she whispers, "You would like it to be Kerr's paw that did that wouldn't you?" Getting a cautious nod from the rabbit she moves her paw upwards under the cloth, to catch a breast and gently squeeze it. "You would really like Kerr to do that, wouldn't you? And you want him to be your first, don't you?"
"Yes!" the rabbit exclaims, sobbing. "Please let me go. I won't try to touch him."
"You misunderstand," the panther whispers, soothingly. "I would have wanted someone like him to be my first, too." Then, squeezing the rabbit's breast again she whispers, "I'm the one that's jealous. You see, you can do something I can never do, carry the child of the male I love. Silly, isn't it? Being jealous of you being born with long ears and a button for tail." Then she leans back, pulling the rabbit along until she's laying flat on her back and with the rabbit's head resting between her breasts. Stroking the long ears sensuously she whispers, "I always get so excited when I go hunting. If you're nice to me I'll give you a very nice reward."
"W-what?"
"My breasts!" the panther pants, "lick them, suck on the nipples, bite them!" then she grasps the rabbit's head firmly with both paws and pushes her hard against her left breast. "Lick!"
Feeling the strength in the paws that are holding her the young female can only comply and begins licking, slowly at first, then as the older female starts purring and she gets a sense of control, she increases the pace, licking, sucking and even once or tvice, lets her large front-teeth drag over the nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through the panther.
The panther is panting hard when she a few minutes later pulls aside her loincloth with her left paw at the same time as she pushes the rabbit down with her right. "Lick! Suck! Bite!" she moans.
"B... but..." the rabbit stutters hesitantly.
"Do it!" the panther orders, grabbing the rabbit's head between her paws and rubbing her muzzle against her dripping wet slit.
Reflexively, the rabbit's tongue darts out and licks her nose clean. *Yuck!* The panther's paws pushes her muzzle in again, and this time she can't help but get a mouthful of sticky juices. Gagging and sputtering she uses the only option available for her; swallowing the juices.
*Crack!*
The sound of a twig breaking makes her tense up, and the sensation of paws touching her butt makes her gasp and squirm.
Holding the rabbit firmly, Miera commands, "Hold still, it's only Kerr, come to give you your reward."
*Kerr?! Oh no! He mustn't see me like this!* She frantically tries to pull loose from the panther's grasp until the paws on her butt begins to stroke her tail, sending waves of pleasure up her spine and making her sigh.
"Who's your new friend?" she hears him ask.
"Her name is Lemana," the panther states. "She wants you to be her first, and I'm in a good mood today."
"Lemana?" he mumbles, still stroking her tail, "I remember her. Very quiet, not the one I'd expect to find with her head buried between your legs." Then, grabbing the hem of the rabbit's dress and slowly lifting it. "She's grown into a beautiful adult, though." Stroking her now bare butt, he adds, grinning softly, "At least the parts I can see are beautiful."
*He... he thinks I'm beautiful?* A few moments later the meaning of his last remark sinks in. *He likes my butt!?* Squealing indignantly she makes another attempt to break free from the panther's grasp.
"What?" the panther asks, easing up on her grasp and letting the rabbit lift her head enough to stare into her twinkling eyes, "don't you want Kerr to open you and fill you with his seed? To make you a real adult?"
Suddenly the paws on her behind disappears, there's a rustle in the soft grass beside her. "If you don't want me to," Kerr whispers in her ear, "I won't touch you."
"You... you won't?" she stutters, turning her head to look into his bright blue eyes.
"He's a bit boring that way," Miera whispers, grinning mischievously, "he doesn't want to take advantage of, or hurt anyone. If you want him to open you up, you'll have to ask him to do it." Sighing, she starts scritching the young rabbit's head. "We'll be leaving soon. Who knows if you'll ever get another opportunity."
*B-but... This is so... different from how I dreamed it would happen...* "Please," she whispers, nervously, "be gentle."
"Of course, sweetie," the panther purrs, then grabs the rabbit's arms and pulls her higher, until her golden-furred head rests on the panther's soft, black breasts.
Kerr, taking it as his signal to go ahead, grabs the rabbit's dress and pulls it down, then unbuttons the flap above her tail, freeing it, before lifting the cloth all the way up to her waist.
Shivering with nervousness, the young female tries to twist her body to see what is happening, but strong, black paws holds her head firmly in place.
"Relax and enjoy," Miera whispers.
"If at any time you want me to stop," Kerr whispers, stroking her back, "just say so."
She is about to utter something when his right paw begins playing with her tail and his left slips down to catch and gently squeeze her left breast, making her gasp.
"Good, eh?" the panther whispers.
"W-wait," the honey-colured female gasps, "please."
"Something wrong?" Kerr asks.
"I-I can't..."
"What?" the panther asks, lifting the rabbit's head with her paws and looking her directly in the eyes.
"I..." she begins.
"Not the way you imagined it would happen?" Kerr asks. Pulling her dress back down, he adds, "it never is."
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Miera whispers, stroking the honey-coloured rabbit's ears a last time, then releasing her, "I sometimes forgets that not everyone want sex when I want it, or even to have sex with me."
"I... I..." Lemana mumbles, looking down.
Standing up, Kerr pulls the rabbit female to her feet, gives her a hug and strokes her cheek with a finger. "Everyone can lose their nerve sometimes," he whispers, "that's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Listen to what the cuddle-bunny says," Miera states, "he's the sensible one." A paw lands on the rabbit's slender shoulder and the panteress purrs into her ear, "We'll be leaving tomorrow morning, but if you change your mind..."
"Miera!" the male exclaims, "can't you think of anything else?"
"No," she purrs, "too many cute rabbits around." There's a rustle as she puts on her tunic, then she adds in a more sombre voice, "Seriously, Lemana, I like you and hope we can be friends."
"Me too," Kerr adds.
"I wish we could invite you to visit our home some day," Miera states, "but I think some of our neighbours might not want you to leave."
"Who?" Kerr asks, "The wolves or the foxes?" | FSE |
Title: 500 Annies Epilogue
Tags: loving wives novella, drama
*I couldn't leave it alone. Sorry.*
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"Good evening, listeners. This is Barbara Barnes, host of the newly syndicated Book Report, on PRI, coming from WORD, 86.7 on your dial.
This is our very first broadcast, and I can't think of anyone I would want to be my first guest more than Joe Williams, author of '500 Annies, and 'Average Joes', both best sellers. His series of interviews with me eighteen months ago actually was the catalyst for launching my new program. As you may be aware, the program got us two PRI awards and a Peabody. The rest, as they say, is history."
"Speaking of history, we're repeating it somewhat. The interview is coming to you live from Alumni Hall, and we're in the middle of our fall pledge drive. Once again, all proceeds from his appearance will go to the station. Also again, he has donated 500 copies of his latest book, 'Average Joes', to the pledge drive. And as before, they are all autographed."
The place was packed again. Joe could never understand why people thought he was so interesting. He and Barbara were on stage, two stools and a spotlight, just as before.
"Good evening, Joe. It's so good to see you again. How have you been since we last met?"
"I'm fine Babs[he had learned she preferred to be called that], How are you? I understand congratulations are in order. How does it feel to be a newlywed?"
"Wonderful! Listeners, I don't know if you're aware of it, but I recently wed Mike Perkins, my engineer. It's been three glorious months so far."
There was a smattering of applause.
"Joe, I need to confess something. After our last interview, I took your words to heart. I gave Mike a copy of your book, a big kiss, and told him to read it. He did, then we did. Get married I mean. I owe you a debt of thanks."
He grinned.
"Nonsense! I'm sure he would have figured it out eventually. But still, glad I could help."
"Speaking of newlyweds, how's your wife Maria?"
"She and the kids are doing fine, thanks for asking."
Smoothly transitioning into the meat of the interview, she asked him how his new book was doing.
"Oh, it's doing great. It's not as powerful as '500 Annies', but it's still a good read, and it is a bestseller."
"Yes it is, I enjoyed it immensely. Did you know both books are required reading at some colleges?"
"No, I didn't Babs. I know both books got some very nice reviews."
Babs had done her home work.
"Indeed they have. Cosmo, Vanity Fair, Modern Woman, and a host of other female oriented magazines gave them high marks. Cosmo said and I quote: 'These books should be read by anyone who has ever been in or is in a relationship, and that pretty much describes the adult population of the world.', end quote.
"Mens Health, GQ, and most other male oriented magazines echo these sentiments. Oprah raved about them on her network. You were in the running for Times Magazines' Man Of The Year last year. Has this affected you when you go out in public?"
"It did a little at first, but where my family lives now people barely notice. They're a lot more likely to notice my wife and daughters, all very beautiful women. Some people know who I am, but to most I'm just that retired guy who lives in the old Jeffers place. I love it. Sometimes there's an advantage to being average.
"Was writing "Average Joes" easier than your first book?"
"Actually, it was a lot harder, for a variety of reasons. I never intended to write again, I thought I said all I had to say with the first book. 'Average Joes' was my wifes' idea."
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Maria went home with my ring on her finger. I was a little apprehensive about the kids' reaction, but they were, to quote Mickey, 'cool with it'.
Cassie and Tina called and asked if it was too soon to start calling me Daddy. I almost choked on my tears and told them it would make me very proud, but check with their mother first. Her response was I might as well get used to it.
The promotional tour was finally over. To paraphrase an English poet, 'I shook the dust of Europe off my shoes', and returned home.
Home was kind of an interesting term. I leased a four bedroom condo in Chicago because Maria didn't want to move the kids out of school before the end of the school year, and refused to actually live with me until the wedding.
My publishers were after me to write another book while the first was still so popular, but I really wasn't interested. I was snuggling with Maria one night, she and the kids spent almost every weekend at our condo, when she asked me if I had considered it.
"Not really. I don't think of myself as that kind of writer. "500 Annies' was actually a fluke, a combination of circumstances that can never be repeated. I don't have the imagination to write fiction, and can't think of anything else that interests me."
"Why don't you write about relationships? You seem to be good at it."
"Already done that, honey, and frankly the thought of having more women tell me their life stories doesn't appeal to me anymore."
"Who said it had to be women? Ever wonder what guys think?"
"Not really, I imagine they all think like me."
She sat up in bed and pulled my face into hers."
"That's where you're so wrong, my love. I've never met a man who thinks like you do. I doubt if you can find one who does. You're one in a million, maybe a billion, and that's probably why I love you so much."
She started kissing me and all thoughts of conversation fled my mind.
But the next evening, when they had all gone back to get ready for school the next day, and I was rattling around in that big condo by myself, I thought about what she said.
What if she was right? After all, my first book taught me I didn't have a clue what women thought, what if I was wrong about the guys.
I met with the publishers, just to kick the idea around. They got so excited it was unreal. The next day they had a contract ready and a very nice advance check. They wanted me to have it done in six months, but I had it amended to a year. I wanted to do it right.
It would still be a lot faster than the first one, but I was experienced now, so it should be easier, right?
Wrong.
The first four interviews had me thinking I had made a serious mistake. Women are for the most part far more articulate than men, and are much more comfortable talking about abstract concepts like relationships.
Men, apparently, are much more closed, less likely to 'share', especially with another guy. I got a lot of 'shit, bro, you know what I mean' when I actually had no clue.
I was complaining to Maria again, and again her insights were dead on.
"They don't open up to you because you are a guy. I bet if a woman did the interviews, you'd get a lot different results."
"Have I told you lately how much I love you? You're a genius."
I was twirling her around the kitchen while the kids laughed.
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The next Monday I checked with the publishers and they thought my plan had merit.
Maria was an assistant editor, and did a lot of fact checking and research. She would be perfect.
I went back home for a few days a month to check on my house and see my old friends, but when I walked into Harrys' this time I was on a mission.
I had asked Annie and Chad to meet me there, and asked Harry to have one of his part timers there to watch the bar. We met at Janes' table.
After we exchanged greetings and caught up with each other, I explained what I wanted.
At first they didn't know what to say, but after some more discussion they agreed to do what I asked on a trial basis.
I needed women to do the interviews. They would be my researchers, writers did this all the time. I would listen to them and collate the data, just as before, but with three interviewers it should go much faster.
Of course, they would be paid, and paid well. Anne wanted to protest, but I told her if she didn't take the money, someone else would. She didn't know I knew things were tight for them. Chads' company downsized, and he had to take a reduction in pay just to keep his job. They had two kids in college and could use the money.
"I don't feel comfortable sending you out alone, so I want Chad to accompany you, staying in the background. Of course, he will be compensated for his time. Do them on the weekends, it'll be a lot easier to connect. And you'll have to travel. I've found you don't get as much honesty if they know you."
"Here's a recorder, and a credit card in the name of my corporation. I had incorporated at the urging of my accountant and lawyer. Put everything on it, everything. Meals, lodgings, drinks of coffees you may have to buy. It will go on my expense sheet, and I can deduct it off my taxes. Don't go cheap on me either, the more you spend the bigger the deduction."
I turned to Jane. I was a little worried about her because of her disability, but she would be using her mind and not her body.
"Jane, are you interested? Same deal as Annie, but work it around Harry."
I had already talked to Harry and he thought it was a good idea, and not just for the money, they were doing all right. Funny thing about a bar, when the economy is good, people drink to celebrate, when it's bad, they drink to forget. Either way, the bar makes money.
He wanted to do something to get them both out for awhile, he thought they were stagnating sitting in the bar all day.
We talked for a little, ironing out details. Before I left they wanted to know why I picked them instead of professionals.
"I don't want professionals, I want people with an open mind. Professionals will analyze what they think you want and try to get it for you, you guys won't."
"Bedsides," I said grinning, "You're partly responsible for all this. Think of it as cleaning up a mess you helped make."
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I was a little nervous explaining my idea[actually her idea] to her. I did it over lunch at one of her favorite restaurants, a little place I found by accident that specialized in Cuban dishes. She said it reminded her of when she was a child and her Mom would cook the dishes her Dad liked so much. I mentioned how much we liked it in an interview and business picked up tremendously. The owners loved us. Our picture was displayed prominently on their wall, with the owners. I had a hard time paying for meals, and finally told Antonio if he didn't let me pay I wouldn't come back. That scared him enough to back off.
She loved the idea. She would still be employed by the publisher, but I would be paying her salary. The kids loved it too, because when we traveled on the weekends we almost always took them with us.
Things worked out pretty well as far as travel. My agent and lawyer got me a really good price for the movie rights, seems three studios were in a bidding war for them. The winning studio was going to film it in Toronto, it was much cheaper, sadly, than in the U.S., and they hired me as a technical advisor. Mostly it was to assist the screenwriter understand what I was going through and thinking at different times during the writing of the book.
To be honest, I was extremely uncomfortable with my life being made into a movie. Still couldn't understand why anyone thought a guy like me would be interesting.
Anyway, it meant I would be spending at least two months during the summer in Canada, and Maria and the kids were going with me.
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Babs interrupted the narrative when he mentioned the movie.
"What did you think of the movie?"
"I thought it was very well done, they didn't deviate much at all from the book, mostly because the screenwriter, a brilliant young man, thought the story was good enough on its' own."
"Did you like the casting?"
"I thought it was brilliant. They deserved the Golden Globe they got. I figured they would Hollywood it up with extremely attractive actors but they didn't. Later I found out there was a lot of infighting to get parts."
"It came down to John C. Riley or William H. Macy to portray me. Either one would have done an excellent job, but what was more important to me was they had that 'everyman' look, not classic Hollywood leading man type. I'm sure either one would have been great, but Mr. Macy was spectacular."
"Amy Adams was a surprise as Annie, it wasn't a very big part, and she is a very attractive woman. They dressed her down a bit, but after all, the original Annie was, and I guess still is, an attractive woman."
Babs started to ask if he had any contact with Annie since she last talked, but thought better of it.
"What did you think of Selma Hyack playing the part of Maria?"
"I loved it, both are very attractive ladies. They actually became friends. You have no idea how surprised I was one day to walk into the house we had leased to find them in the kitchen cooking together, not to mention how blown away the kids were."
He stopped for just a minute.
"I guess what surprised me most of all was the fierce competitions for the cameos of some of my interviews."
"I heard Sally Fields threatened to actually kill people to get the part of Annie 337. Beyonce Knowles surprised me with how good she was as the abused Annie, but the newcomer they got to play Annie 499 surprised everyone with her performance. It led to several very good roles for her later."
Babs interjected once again.
"let me run some numbers by you. It was the top grossing film of the year. It won Golden Globes for casting, screenwriting, best supporting actress for Ms. Hyack, best leading man for Mr. Macy, and a tie for best cameo between Sally Fields and the newcomer Jannie Pruitt."
"At the Oscars, it was nominated for movie of the year, best actor, best supporting actress, screen writing, and casting.
Ms. Hyack won, Mr. Macy was just barely edged out, and the screen writer and the casting directors all won. I understand you and your wife were there."
"Yes, just another episode of unreal happenings in my life. It was funny, Maria was dressed to the nines, and she was stunning. I had on a tux, and didn't look too bad myself, but on the red carpet and at the after party they ignored me and wondered exactly who she was. She was embarrassed, but I thought it was funny."
"I watched the show. She was stunning. How did it feel being one of the presenters?"
"Again it was unreal. I only did it as a favor to the director, and I was really happy when Bill got it for best screenplay based on my book."
"Any plans to make 'Average Joes' into a movie?"
"I don't know. The same studio that did '500 Annies' optioned the movie rights, but I have no idea if they're going to do anything with it."
"Let's hope they do. If it's half as good as the first, it will be well worth watching."
Turning back to the original topic of the actual writing of the book, she asked him what, in his opinion, was the major difference between the writing of the books.
"As I said, this one was a lot harder. Men don't vocalize as well as women. So as I listened to the interviews I tried to hear what wasn't being said. It's kind of funny, while women expect men to read their moods and emotions some times, men seem to think women should actually know they love them. Where the ladies are seeking constant affirmation of their love, men take it for granted they shouldn't have to say anything, because a woman just knows."
He laughed.
"I tell you Babs, if humans didn't have such a high sex drive, we would have disappeared off the face of the planet thousands of years ago."
There was a ripple of laughter from the audience.
"I'd have to agree with you on that one, Joe. I've only been married three months, and already it's like pulling teeth to get him to say he loves me."
She turned and faced the side of the stage, where Mike had his equipment set up, and stuck her tongue out. The stage crew hit him with a light, and he looked like a deer caught in the headlamps of an oncoming car.
"Glad I don't have that problem, I'm happy to say 'I love you' often."
"Whether he'll admit it or not, Babs, we men like to hear it. And I think you just proved your point."
Babs was looking at Joe, and didn't see Mike get up and approach her. He grabbed her head, planted a deep kiss on her, and smiled. Then he took her microphone.
"I love you, Barbara Barnes Perkins, and will until the day I die. There, now it's recorded for posterity."
Babs lost her professional demeanor and blushed, before smiling. Joe was the only one close enough to see the moisture in her eyes.
The crowd roared.
Joe was chuckling as Mike repositioned the microphone.
"Thanks Mike, glad we cleared that up. And Babs, promise me you'll leave that in when you rebroadcast this."
"Are you kidding? I'm gonna have it put on my phone as his personal ringtone."
More laughter.
"Would you like to take a few questions from the audience, Joe?"
"Sure. I always get surprised and sometimes it's fun."
Soon they had a stage hand going through the audience with a wireless mike.
The first question, from a woman roughly his age, was about his marriage.
"I've seen you new wife, she's quite the beauty. Do you ever compare her to Annie?"
He reflected for just a second before answering.
"Wow, so much for easy questions. The answer is no, I don't. It would be an exercise in futility. Annie was quiet the last few years, and was never demonstrative. Maria is vocal, and likes to touch. We're almost never together when we're not holding hands, rubbing shoulders, or brushing up against each other. If she doesn't like something she lets you know pretty quick, and if she does she lets you know even quicker. Usually, I know exactly where I stand with her, whatever's on her mind usually comes out her mouth. I like that, it makes my life easier."
"Annie and I were together in our youth, when Maria and I got married she was just shy of forty eight, and I was fifty four. "
"To actually compare them I would have had to have parallel experiences with them, and I didn't. I'm glad actually, the memories I have of Annie, good and bad, can't compare to the memories Maria and I are making."
"Well, damn, I guess I did just compare them."
The woman smiled.
"I remember reading something you said about her being half Cuban and half Irish, both groups known for being temperamental at times, does she have a temper?"
"Yes she does, but luckily I've only experienced it once, and that was enough. We've talked about that episode, and I feel sure it will never be repeated."
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After the Christmas break, Maria returned to work. The women almost immediately noticed the ring, and they loved it. The fact that she was in Italy when she got engaged added an extra dimension of romance to the story. Plus, she had announcement put in her hometown paper, and the Sun-Times put it into their celebrity column.
My lawyer didn't find out I was engaged until March, when I stopped by to sign some papers. I told her in a few months I'd probably be changing my will, my family was about to get a whole lot bigger and I wanted to make sure everyone was covered.
Instead of congratulating me, she went ballistic.
"You did what? Why didn't you call me first?"
I couldn't understand her.
"Why should I have called you? Did I need your permission to fall in love?"
"No, damn it, but you went into it naked. Now she's going to expect all sorts of things. Never mind, I'll word the prenup to take care of that."
"Why would I need a prenup? I intend to spend the rest of my life with this woman. If it does goes bad, we'll split up, she'll get fifty percent, and we'll go our separate ways. I can't imagine that happening."
She looked at me coolly.
"I bet you never thought your first wife would leave you after plundering your bank accounts, but she did, didn't she? And if you go into it without a prenup, if she gets a really good lawyer, like for instance me, she could end up with almost everything you've got."
That stung, a lot. I told her I would have to think about it. She did get me to agree to let her do some groundwork, and that I'd get back to her in a timely manner. Which I promtly forgot to do.
She was smiling that shark smile really good lawyers have when I left.
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The work on the book was progressing nicely, the girls were averaging about fifteen a week, much faster than when I did it on my own. Both Annie and Jane seemed to be enjoying it, and both confided in me that the weekend travel was a big boost in their love life. I told them to stop before they gave me too much information, I hated to think I was financing mini honeymoons. Jane said she was disappointed, she had several nice videos she wanted to share.
"I can't walk well anymore, but get me horizontal and I can compete with the best of them."
I heard Annie shrieking with laughter when I hung up.
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My happy little world crumbled in mid April.
I didn't see Maria Friday, I was told she took a day off. When she and the kids didn't get off the train at the normal time I didn't worry much, sometimes school activities caused them to run late. When the last train came and went I was past worrying. None of them were returning my calls.
Finally, about ten, Tony answered his phone.
"Where are you guys? Nobody's hurt, are they? Why hasn't anybody returned my calls?"
"We're fine, except for Mom. What did you do? She's been crying all day. She only let me answer to tell you not to try to call us for the rest of the weekend, and not to come up. You need to fix this Dad, I've never seen her like this. She said to tell you her lawyer would contact you Monday."
"Lawyer, why would I need to talk to a lawyer? Please son, get her to talk to me."
"We're all trying, Tina and Cassie have been with her all day, and now they're crying. I have to go. Fix it, Dad, please."
How could I fix it if I didn't know what was wrong. I spent a miserable weekend holed up in the condo, the silence mocking me. I didn't go to see her, but I called her cell and home phone until she shut them off.
Monday, I was sitting at my computer, trying to work and failing pitifully, when the phone rang. Hoping it was Maria, I grabbed it on the second ring.
"Mr. Williams?"
It wasn't Maria, damn it.
"Yes, who's calling please?"
"Mr. Williams, this is Rebecca Garza. I'm Marias' cousin, but more importantly I'm her lawyer. We find the terms of your prenup completely unacceptable, and I'd like to set up a meet with your lawyer to discuss it."
"Prenup? What prenup?"
"The prenup your lawyer presented to her Thursday afternoon. Are you telling me you don't know about it?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you. Can you fax me a copy? Good. I'll get back to you by four this afternoon."
Twenty minutes later I had the fax in my hand.
It was cold. If she cheated, she got nothing. If she passed gas and I didn't like the smell, out she went with nothing. If I decided I didn't want her anymore, I retained title to all wealth and possessions, and she got $1000,000, max. I needed to see my lawyer.
I nearly tore the door off her office when I got there. I threw the fax at her and asked if she was responsible for it. I think she had real fear in her eyes.
"Yes, you told me to look into it. You didn't get back to me, so I assumed you wanted me to handle it."
"You assumed wrong. If I lose her over this, I'll sue you for every silly little thing I can think of. You won't be able to work, you'll be too busy fighting me. As soon as one is over I'll think of something else."
She was definitely frightened now.
"Please Mr. Williams, I'm sure I can fix this. What do you want me to do? Whatever it is, consider it done."
For the next five hours, she listened and wrote notes. I think she wanted to object a few times, but thought better of it.
I told her I expected the finished draft by noon tomorrow, and then I was going to set up a meeting with Maria and her lawyer. She was not to contact Maria or her lawyer until I gave the word.
I called Ms. Garza and set a meeting without Maria or my lawyer. She seemed a bit uneasy.
"Look, if you think it's unethical don't do it. But I really think it's in her best interests to let me meet with you. If at any time you say stop, I'll leave immediately. Please Ms. Garza."
She finally agreed, saying she would have another lawyer present, just in case. I would have agreed to anything.
The next evening found me on the platform of the Grant City station. The memories were quite painful. A sedan pulled up, and a willowy blonde, pretty in a washed out kind of way, called my name.
"Mr Williams? I've come to take you to our office. My name is Whitney, Rebecca and I work together. She's tied up and couldn't come, so I agreed to fetch you."
It was silent in the car for a few minutes, when she suddenly spoke.
"I read your books. I wish they had been around ten years ago, it would have helped me a lot."
"I wish I had too, none of this would be happening now."
She didn't know how to respond so she didn't.
Rebecca reminded me a lot of Maria in mannerism and facial features. Physically though, they were both beautiful in different ways. Rebecca was a lot taller, and built well, not like the earth goddess shape Maria had, but I could imagine a lot of lustful thoughts were directed her way over the years. She wasn't married. I wondered why. Oh, well, not my business. I had my own relationship to save.
After the pleasantries and coffee was poured, I got right to it.
"Ms. Garza, I'll get right to the point. I had no idea my lawyer had presented her with the prenup. In her defense, she was looking out for my interests, but she did this without my permission.
I've corrected that error on her part. I've come up with a new proposal, one I hope your client finds acceptable. But to be clear here, there will be no negotiation. She either accepts it as is, or the marriage is off."
I could see the storm clouds gathering on her brow. I held my hand up as if to ward off her explosion.
"Ms. Garza, before you say anything, please read through the document. All I need out of you tonight is that you will show this to Maria, and that she will come to the meeting. Actually, as you will see in the paperwork, if she doesn't come, the relationship is over."
"I'll wait while you give them a once over, if you think you can get your client to live with that, set the meeting."
I sat quietly while she perused the document. At first her brow wrinkled, and she reread several pages before passing them on to Whitney. By the end she was smiling, and Whitney actually giggled twice. She was far more attractive when she smiled.
Finally she leaned back in her chair and looked at me through those cool eyes.
"Mr. Williams, Mr Williams, you are an incredibly deceptive man. No wonder you surprise everyone you meet. Oh, yes, when I found out who you were I pulled up every interview you ever did. Due diligence you know. The radio interviews were quite good."
She stood to shake my hand.
"I'll do my best to advise my client in the right decision. I'll call your lawyer and set the meeting. Don't be too hard on her, she's quite good, and did have your best interests at heart. I'm surprised she agreed to this."
I let the friendliness slip off my face.
"I didn't give her a choice, Ms. Garza. I threatened to destroy her if she didn't."
She actually flinched. Then she smiled that shark smile.
"Like I said, more to you than meets the eye. I'm glad you didn't decide to become a lawyer. See you soon, Mr. Williams."
Whitney was a lot friendlier on the trip back. She asked for and I promised her autographed copies of my books for her, and surprisingly, her ex husband and his new wife.
"I don't want them to end up like we did."
That must be some interesting history.
When we pulled up to the station, she had one more request.
"Could you please sign two for Rebecca? It might do her some good to read them."
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The meeting was set for Friday afternoon. This time the kids met me at the station. They hugged me like I had been gone a year. Cassie couldn't stop crying.
"We thought we lost you, Dad. Please don't let this happen again."
I petted and fussed over her until she calmed down, and then the lawyer and I piled into the minivan for the meeting. The kids weren't allowed in, but swore they would be right outside when it was over.
Tina whispered to me as we got out.
"Please don't be too mean to her, Dad. She'll cry for awhile and smile for awhile. She's still a little shaky."
I promised.
Sara[my lawyer] and I went into the conference room. Rebecca and Maria were on one side, we sat on the other. Whitney was there too, she didn't need to be but told me she wouldn't miss it for the world. We sat without acknowledging each other.
"Mr. Williams" smiled Rebecca, "My client accepts the terms and conditions of the prenup, and promises to honor them faithfully. First, though, I think Ms. Jenkins has something to say."
My lawyer faced Maria.
"I apologize, Ms. Garza, for causing you pain. Please remember I was acting on what I thought were the best interests of my client, just as I will for both of you after you marry him."
Maria smiled and actually patted her hand.
"I know it was nothing personal. I'm well aware of the loyalty Joe inspires in those around him. This is probably for the best, it cleared up a lot of things we would have had to address later."
Rebecca cleared her throat.
"Now, per your instructions, I will go through the agreement point by point and Ms. Garza will verbally respond to remove any doubt that she isn't in total agreement."
"My client agrees that all moneys brought into the marriage will be considered communal, and should the unlikely event occur, they will divide them equally should they part, with agreed upon exceptions. Do you agree?"
Maria spoke.
"I do."
"These are the exceptions. A college fund in the amount of $150,000 per child will be placed into a trust, not to be touched except for educational purposes. If any or all children pursue more than a four year degree, monies will be made available. Do you agree to this?"
"I do."
"Your current income between job and social security benefits is around $70,000 per year. The equivalent of twenty years wages, $1,400,000 will be put into a personal account in your name only, never to be touched by Mr. Williams. By accepting this you agree to stop working and devote your time to you family. Do you agree?"
"I do."
"In the event of your deaths, all inheritance will be divided equally between all five children. Certain personal items will be divided according to the wills. Do you agree?"
"I do."
In the event of more grandchildren, should monies be available, an educational trust fund will be established. Do you agree?"
"I do."
"Mr Williams has decided not to finish out the agreed upon year of engagement. Your actions have made him reconsider, and if you truly love him, you will be married no later than June 30, this year. Do you agree?"
Maria sobbed for just a second.
"Do you need a moment?"
She shook her head.
"No, no. I'll be fine."
"How do you answer to the last stipulation?"
"I do. I will, oh, you know what I mean!"
"At this point Mr. Williams would like to speak. Remember, you are not to speak to him except to answer questions."
I faced her.
"Maria, I love you more than I thought I could ever love a woman, including Annie. You hurt me badly. You know she left because she wouldn't communicate with me, and now you do the same thing. I can't handle that again. If you can't talk to me, if you won't tell me what's wrong, we can never resolve it. I want you solemn word, on the cross you wear around your neck, that you will never do anything like this again. Can you do that? Be warned before you answer, if this happens again, I WILL LEAVE YOU. There will never be another chance. What do you have to say?"
She shook violently. I thought maybe she was going to pass out, and instantly reached for her.
She waved me off, and reached into her blouse to pull out the cross, the little silver Celtic one I had given her. She kissed it.
"I swear by this cross and what it represents I will always talk our problems out, and I will NEVER behave again like I did this week."
She kissed the cross again and put it back.
I smiled for probably the first time in a week.
"I believe you honey. Now, there are two more points to make, and we can put this behind us."
Rebecca resumed speaking, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Mr Williams reserves the right to adopt any and all of your children that are agreeable to it. Do you agree?"
"I, I, I do."
She was weeping openly.
It was hard for Rebecca to keep a straight face.
"Mr Williams requires you to accept, that should you ever display a tendency to repeat the last weeks' events, that you submit to being disciplined with the first hairbrush, belt, or hand available, in an attempt to beat some sense into you. Do you agree?"
"With all my heart!"
"That concludes this meeting. I will file the agreement, excluding the last part. That will be considered a private matter."
She turned to Maria.
"You are one lucky bitch. He's the only man I've ever met who makes me want to rethink my decision to never marry. Now kiss him, you dumb ass."
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We married June twenty second.
Jane was matron of honor. Rebecca, Tina, Cassie, Anne, AJ, and Sara were bridesmaids. I thought it was odd that she wanted my lawyer, but she said she owed it to her for moving us along. Women.
Harry was my best man. Chad, Tony, Mickey, Bill[my old boss], Allen[my agent], and Mike were ushers. Bunny was the flower girl.
Maria was a vision in ivory lace. A thick veil, and a long train. She wanted a Catholic ceremony, I don't know how she pulled it off, with me being Methodist, but I think it may have had to do with my corporation sponsoring every sports team they had for the next two years, complete with absolutely new everything.
Becky agreed to keep the kids, and we went to Niagra Falls, her choice. I would have chosen somewhere with a lot of sand and sun. It was still a great week.
I nearly had a heart attack when after we left the reception, she showed me what she wore under the gown.
A silk and satin corset, white, of course, with white stockings attached to the garters of the corset.
She took the bodice off first, exposing the corset to me.
"Look, you can take the cups off. Isn't that cool?"
The sight of those monumental breasts made me feel anything but cool.
She slipped her skirt off and I nearly had a heart attack. She had shaved every hair. He mound was completely bald. She hadn't worn panties at all.
"I was almost dripping before the priest finished. I'm surprised a lightning bolt didn't hit us with what I was thinking. Do you like?"
She twirled around, still in her veil and high heels.
I had her on the bed almost instantly.
"Honey, wait."
She unclipped her hose and rolled them down. She handed them to me.
"Tie me down, babe. When your tongue hits bare skin, I don't think I'll be able to stay on the bed."
Even tied down she damn near bucked me off, but I stayed with her through all four orgasms, a personal best.
She returned the favor with interest. I thought a vacuum cleaner had locked down on me. She stayed with me all the way through, something she hadn't done before.
"If you can do it, I can do it."
She said as she flopped beside me.
I thanked God I hadn't met her when she was young before I passed out. She would have killed me.
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After we returned from the honeymoon, we set up housekeeping as a family. Her house had long been outgrown, and I looked around until I found something suitable.
Five bedrooms, large lot, privacy, and best of all, in the right school district. For the first time in their lives, each child had a room of their own. It was a lease, I didn't plan to stay long.
Mickey and Tony each had a drivers license by now. Maria was running in circles with their school activities, since she was a full time mom now the kids got more involved and I soon put a stop to that. I bought her one of those Cadillac SUV vehicles that Bobby drove us around in. She seemed to really like them. She almost complained about the cost, saw the look in my eyes, and thought better of it.
The original plan was to let the boys use the minivan for practices, but it was pretty much worn out. After putting it in the shop for the third time, I had enough.
Mickey had been eyeing a little used Ranger four wheel drive truck that a friends dad put up for sale. I looked at it, had it checked out, and bought it.
I told Tony if he found something he liked tell me. He found a six year old Jeep Wrangler. Again I had it checked out and bought it.
Maria ALMOST pitched a fit.
I quickly pointed out they were my kids too, and if saved us some time I was all for it.
"Besides, now they won't be trying to borrow your car for dates."
The girls were almost fifteen, and would soon be driving.
I called a family meeting.
"Here's the deal kids. Everybody gets a car. They won't be new cars because I can't see spending that much on a starter car no matter how much we have. Prove to me you can be responsible, and you'll all get something better down the line."
"If you get a speeding ticket, you lose the car for a month. If you get caught texting and driving, you lose it for a month. If you get caught drinking and driving, you lose the car period. If you have an accident, depending on the circumstances, you might lose the car from a month to forever. Don't try me on this. Everybody clear? Good."
I had bought a car for me while I was at it.
A Cadillac CTS-V, five hundred fifty six turbocharged horsepower. I called it Maria 2.
"Why did you name your car after me, honey?"
"Look at it. It's beautiful, the upholstery is great, and it's the second most powerful thing I've ever been in."
She giggled and cooed, and said as long as it was second best she could handle it.
I didn't know how to approach the kids about adoption, until I noticed Cassie signing a home work assignment Cassandra Williams. I held it up to her and she got embarrassed.
"Don't be mad, Daddy. I wish it was my real name."
"I can do that for you, if you want. For all of you if you want."
"Do you want to?"
"As much as I wanted to marry your mother."
She screamed. The whole family came running.
She tried to explain but couldn't stop crying.
"Kids, I just told Cassie I wanted to adopt her. Not just her, but all of you. Think about it, really think about it, and let me know."
The girls were in instantly, the boys took almost twenty minutes. Mickey came out with his trademark, "I'm cool with that."
It wasn't all roses and sweetness. They hadn't had a man in their home in years, and I wasn't used to a house, even as big as the one we had, being so full.
But we learned, and we were committed to each other.
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"But, I'm glad she's so passionate, it's one of the things I love about her."
The lady nodded and sat down.
A gentleman took the mike and asked the million dollar question.
"Have you talked to you ex wife since the books came out? If you did, how did she feel about them?"
I took my time answering the question.
"My ex wife has not spoken to me since the day before she left. I have no idea what her opinions are of my book, or my life. She choose this, so I let her have it that way."
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What I didn't say is I had spoken to her.
When the book was released, it was off on the publicity trail. Thanks to the recently released movie, I was a hotter property than before.
But I was smarter this time, and had a little more control. Everything was going smoothly until the European swing. I had made plans, and Jane, Anne, Harry, and Chad all spent two weeks with us in France, England, Germany, and Spain. I even had Jane, Maria, and Anne talk about the research on British television.
My net worth was closing in on thirty million by now, so I never worried about the cost.
Of course I took the whole brood with me. AJ was radiant, three months along, a boy this time. Chad fussed after her constantly.
We were in Spain, on the coast. I was of course always on the move, so I cherished what time I had with my family. I came in and the guys were looking at me funny and grinning. What was that?
Bunny was just over four, and she came running into my arms.
I grabbed her and swung her around.
"What did you do today, my cute little Bunny?"
"We went to the beach PopPop. Mommy and Nana and ever body showed their boobies! I did too! Every body there was showing them."
"Huh?"
All the girls looked embarrassed, but the guys collapsed laughing.
"The beach we went to was topless Dad. We didn't know it until we got there, and Bunny took off before we could stop her. The man wouldn't let us in until we took off our tops. I suppose we could have sent the guys in, but I was in full Mommy mode and didn't hesitate. When I caught her and turned around, there was the whole family. So we stayed."
AJ was glowing crimson. I looked at the guys, trying to keep a straight face.
"You bastards! Going without me!"
Chad tried his best to keep a neutral demeanor.
"All I can say, Joe, Is you're one lucky man."
That did it, everybody collapsed laughing.
"Don't worry, man, I got plenty of pictures" gasped Harry.
"Noooo," wailed all the girls."
Mike quipped up.
"Don't worry, we didn't take pictures, but there were plenty of guys who did. Might want to surf some Spanish websites, you know?"
That set us off again, while the girls looked stricken by the thought.
Later Maria asked me if I was mad.
"A little, I guess. But as long as everybody knows they're private property, and doesn't touch, I'll deal with it."
"Sorry honey, but you might not get to touch them for a couple of days. I was too embarrassed to rub suntan lotion on them and they're a little burned, but there's other parts you can play with to make up for it."
So I did.
It was a great holiday, but soon the real world intruded and they left. Mickey and Tony went with Mike, and that left just the girls and I. This was by design.
Just before we left to go overseas, AJ called me.
"Dad, I need a favor."
"Sure honey, you know I'll do anything for you."
"You might not want to do this. Dad....I want you to find Mom. Please. I need to show her Bunny, tell her she's going to be a grandmother again. And I need to ask her why. Why did she abandon us."
I was quiet for a minute.
"Are you sure? What if she rejects us again? Can you handle that?"
"I don't know, but I have to try. Please Dad."
I sighed. "All right. I'll see what I can do."
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It was pretty easy to find her. I gave the detective agency I hired in Madrid her information, and they found her through her social security number.
She was working as a tour guide in a small town on the coast. Seems like you have to file taxes everywhere these days.
I read the detailed report when I got to London. Her lover had left her in nine months, perhaps because of money. Apparently she was broke.
She had taken the money and invested it in the Spanish stock market. Their economy hadn't collapsed, but with all the surrounding countries going down the tubes, it dragged them along.
She still had a bit left, but not enough to survive on for long.
I told the girls the day I was going to do it. I knew her habits, where she would be when.
She was off on Mondays and Tuesdays. She liked to paint water scenes, so she would go down to the harbor a lot.
I almost didn't recognize her. She had gained twenty to thirty pounds, and it didn't look good on her. She used to exercise religiously, I wonder what happened?
Her hair was cut much shorter. She had it restrained in a kerchief. She set her easel up and selected a partially finished canvas.
I walked up behind her, watching her for a second. She didn't turn around, people watched painters all the time.
"You know, Anne, one of the things I regret most was the cost of your lessons. You were never any good, and I don't see any improvement."
She flinched like she had been struck, and smeared the scene, but she never turned around. Instead she started cleaning the smear.
"Jesus Anne, would it kill you to acknowledge me? If it's any consolation, I'm not here for me, I'm here for your daughter. Remember her? She's pregnant again, a boy this time. Bunny is four now, a bundle of energy. I can arrange for you to meet her, I won't be anywhere near, I promise."
She didn't turn, just started reworking her canvas.
I wanted to snatch her around to face me, and rail at her, but I didn't. Fuck her if that's the way she felt.
"Damn you Anne! I can maybe understand throwing me away, men and women fall in and out of love all the time, but AJ, your child? You practically raised her by yourself while I worked. Doesn't it bother to know she still cries over you?
She hunched her shoulders and kept painting.
"All right Anne, have it your way. I'm going to lay this envelope on the bench. It's pictures of Bunny growing up, and picture of AJ as she grows into an adult woman. The hotel address is on the front, along with her number. We'll be there until the end of the week."
"Oh, I know you're not interested, but I've found somebody, somebody I love deeply. I've got four new kids now, the full house YOU always wanted. I adopted them. Just think Annie, it could have been us. I guess I owe you a debt of thanks. Because of your actions, I got every thing you wanted. Wealth, travel, adventure. Too bad it wasn't us."
I stood there a second, watching her. Did I still love her? No. All I felt was a profound sadness, wondering how to tell AJ.
I didn't say another word, just walked away. Her ghost was finally buried, all I could think of was Marias' arms around me.
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I shook my head when I walked back into our suite.
"I tried, AJ, I really tried. She wouldn't speak to me, wouldn't acknowledge me, wouldn't even face me. I left the packet you gave me with her, maybe she'll get in touch. I'm sorry, baby."
She collapsed in tears, while Maria held her and the girls fussed over her. Damn Annie. I think that was the moment she gave up hope. I had tears in my eyes and started for her when Maria held her hand up. I went for a walk.
The next day Maria came to me.
"Tell me where she is. I'll make that miserable bitch talk to her child if I have to slap a hello out of her."
I had never seen such fire in her eyes.
"Are you sure? It might hurt AJ worse."
"It's not possible to hurt her any deeply. She needs closure. I'll take the girls with me to keep me in line."
I gave her the address, where she usually was at different times of the day, where she worked, and got them a driver. I hoped I was doing the right thing.
They looked for her for nine hours. She wasn't in her apartment or at the harbor, not at work, not at the cafe she liked. It was a good thing Maria and the girls spoke fluent Spanish. They finally found she had quit her job and moved out of her apartment. Neither had a forwarding address. It was a forlorn bunch that came back.
I tried to comfort AJ, but she just shrugged.
"It doesn't matter anymore, Dad. I'm going home, I need Mike."
She was on a plane the next morning.
Maybe it was for the best. The hotel manager called me at noon, saying a package had arrived for me. I went down.
It was the packet I had left Annie, unopened.
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Another man had the microphone.
"Are you working on another book? If so, when will it be out?"
"No, and I'm probably not going to. The first book was great, the second good. I think it's time to stop before the third one stinks."
Babs interjected.
"You're still writing though. I've read some of your essays in the Wall Street Journal and the Sun-Times. You're also in demand as a public speaker. Is this your career path now?"
"Yes, pretty much. It keeps me busy and out from under Maria."
The man with the mike asked "So you're semiretired now?"
Joe laughed.
"As retired as I can be with four teenagers at home. I can't let Maria do it all, it defeats the purpose of being married."
Babs seemed sad.
"So Joe, think you'll ever be back on the show?"
He laughed.
"I didn't think I'd ever be here the first time. Who knows? I may come up with something that keeps the terminally bored marginally entertained for a few seconds. We'll see."
"Before we sign off, do you ever hear from the Annies you interviewed?"
"Now, that's an interesting question. I hear from some of them from time to time. Some have disappeared, some have died. But a group of them established a website. And Jane and Annie run a blog dedicated to Annies."
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It started by accident. I didn't have time to answer all the emails, so after she did her portion of the interviews, I asked Jane if she would help.
"What should I say to them?"
"Tell them I'm in the middle of writing a book. Answer their questions if you can, say so if you can't. Consider it being a PA by proxy, and I'll pay you."
It got to the point she had to split the work with Annie. I payed them, 2500 a month each. They protested, but they both needed the money. Janes' twins had entered college and the money was handy. Chad and Annie were still living tight, so the money was welcome.
And it was worth every penny.
At first it was just for the original Annies, They exchanged greetings, recipes, gossip. They sent cards if one was sick, flowers when one died. It became a sisterhood.
If someone needed an appliance, a vehicle, or housing help, there was always a few Annies to go to. They exchanged hopes, pains, dreams of the future, regrets of the past.
The seventy four year old sexual dynamo passed away. I went to her funeral and sat in the back. There were twenty eight floral arrangements signed "Annie".
The abused Annie that affected me so much was murdered by her husband. I donated two hundred thousand dollars to a battered womens shelter, contingent that they name it after her. Her husband got fifteen years, he'll probably be out in eight.
Annie 499 came to be the official mascot.
She didn't have a computer, using public libraries. Annies sent her two laptops and two desktops. Another paid her internet bills. When she and her husband got a house, actually a single wide trailer, she received so many linens, towels, and small appliances she had to donate some back. They needed a car, one of the wealthier Annies paid for one of those donated to charity to be overhauled and parked it in her yard.
When her first child, Joesph William, was born, they had a cyber baby shower, and she got so many gift certificates for diapers she had to pass some along. The clothes, car seats, and play equipment would have filled a semi.
Women clamored to join. Jane came up with a solution. The original Annies became the Inner Circle. There are now 139,00 Annies, and they're joining at the rate of three hundred a week. It costs a dollar a month to be an Annie, and the money is spent on anyone who has a need. If you can't pay, one of the other Annies will sponsor you. It become a force. One national politician even ascribed a program he was sponsoring as having 'Annie values'.
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"It's very humbling, Babs. So many have been touched by my work. People have had their lives altered, hopefully for the better, because an average man got his heart broken."
Babs was near tears again.
"I think I can speak for this audience, everyone out there listening to this broadcast, everyone who has ever read your books, or talked to you in person. You'll always be much more than an average Joe."
"Goodnight listeners. Goodnight audience, and goodnight Joe. I'll always wish you the best."
Mike let ninety seconds of applause run before he stopped the tape.
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*Well there it is. A little slow perhaps, but I'll try a little harder next time.
And my apologies to the fine writer Rehnquist, for stealing one of his characters, even if I did misspell her name a bit. She's been in several of his stories and has been woefully underutilized. Why isn't she marriage material? What happened in her past to make her that way? Give us a good one about her, Rehnquist, please.* | literotica |
Title: Free Your Mind
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I knelt on the floor before him, naked. His pants were open, his cock was full but not hard. I scooped up his balls in my right hand, his cock in my left and ran my tongue under the velvet head. I slipped it into my mouth, sucking a little, lapping a little. How had I gotten here?
I was in the mega bookstore and the books about sex were just around the corner from the self-help books. I was trying to figure out why my marriage had failed. I wasn't looking for books about sex, but I stopped to read the titles. He was there looking also. A glance, too long? and I wonder what he is looking at. He is about my age, my size.
Books for women about how to get the most sex out of their lives. We are both looking at the same book. "Just say yes would have worked." He said that? He is thinking the same thing that I'm thinking. I was married to a woman who gave up on sex and metered it out to control me.
"Are you talking about that?" I point at one of the titles that promises women more orgasms if you just follow the author's diet and exercise plan.
"No, that one." He is pointing at one that the path to better orgasms is through connection with the inner guide, whatever that is. I was always ready for sex and she used that to control me.
"Sounds like we could sing the same song about sex in marriage." A shot in the dark, was I right?
"Yeah, you're probably right." A pause. "Married?"
"Not any more. You?" He isn't wearing a ring.
"No, she needed a change of scenery, so she is married to a guy with red hair who could be my brother. Go figure."
"Sorry." That is all you can say.
"Don't worry about it. I'm free now."
Free? Free is a failed perception. "How is that 'free' thing working out for you"?
"Pretty good. Free your mind, and your cock will follow."
Now that was a little funny. He was smiling at me. "Good one."
"Want to get a beer?"
Beer? I don't know this guy.
"You look like you could use some 'free'."
What could I lose? He got closer to me.
"Have you ever been naked with a man?"
Naked? With a man? I never even told my wife about my fantasies. When our sex life dried up, I turned to jerking off, and the visions that really got me off was having sex with a man, really having sex, like being a total cock slave. Being on my knees while he used my mouth, then getting face down on a bed or floor or sofa or just standing up against the wall while he pounded my ass.
"No."
"But you think about it." Man, he could read my mind.
"You are one of those 'in-control-of-myself' people, but wish there were times that some one else would take over and drive for a while?" Jeez, that was me in a nutshell.
"Maybe we won't need that beer." Did I just say that?
So, in short order, he took me back to his place, stripped me while french kissing me, and pushed me to my knees. And I had his cock in my mouth. And it was getting hard. Really hard. I loved it. I wanted this cock to fuck my mouth and cum deep in it.
His hands were on my head and he rocked back and forth slowly while I did my best to keep up. His legs were spread and I slid my hand back and my finger tips found his anus. I pressed lightly and he responded by driving deep into my throat. Too deep. I gagged. My other hand kept him from going too deep after that, but his hands gripped my head more firmly and he started to make groaning noises.
His legs flexed muscularly and I could feel his power, power that was being controlled by my mouth on his dick. He needed me to get off. He wanted me and I wanted him to feel good when he came. I squeezed a little tighter with my hand, swirled my tongue more around the swollen head of his cock and pressed on his anus.
"EEEE-yah!!!" Yeah, he came. I was ready for it, I thought, but that proved not to be the case. I ended up with cum on my face from where I didn't catch it all. I took all of his after-cum shots, where he twitched when I licked his cock and then a little more would come out, slurping greedily.
"Goddamn, baby, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" He pulled me up so we were face to face and was kissing the cum from my face. He hugged me. "I refuse to believe that is the first time you ever sucked cock."
"Ummm, yeah, it was." I was proud of myself. I know what it is like to get a good blow job, and if he liked it, that was good. His hands were on my naked ass, squeezing my cheeks. My cock was full, but not hard.
"What can I do for you?" I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know if I could ask for it directly.
"How about if we take a shower and then we can roll around while we are nice and clean?"
"Oh, man. I like showering with a man. Prepare for the shower of your life."
And it was. The shower of my life. He had a shower that we could both fit in and warm water, soap, skin on skin, we were both fucking hard. He took over my body, washing, kneeding, stroking, soothing. I liked it when his hands slid over my ass, spread my cheeks and thoroughly washed my crack. I think he had ideas about what he wanted to do there after we got out of the shower.
And we got out of the shower, wrapped in big soft towels, sat on the bed. He leaned over to kiss me, his hand found my cock and it was getting hard again. He spread a fresh towel on the bed.
"I am going to make you feel good." I hoped so, and I wanted him to feel good also. He led me to the towel and all I wanted to do is not fuck up. I was on all fours and he pushed my head down and my ass was up. He spread my legs. I knew how I looked because I had seen my wife in this position. His tongue flicked out and licked my anus.
"Ummf!" I was surprised and excited by this new sensation. No one had ever done that to me before. I wanted more. One thing led to another and he had me in a state that I would have pulled a train for the football team if he had asked. I wanted his cock. He started by tonguing me, then added soft stroking of my cock and legs. When he started to lube me up, I think I started pushing back on his fingers. One, two, when he had three fingers in me, I knew that this was for real and I was a little scared.
His fingers left my ass and he moved up to my head. I looked up and he was holding a condom. "How about doing the honors?" I rose to my knees and took the condom package. His cock looked huge. How would that big thing get into my little ass? I opened the package and licked his cock head before putting it on, getting rewarded for my efforts with an uncontrollable twitch from his central nervous system.
He moved in back of me again. "Just relax as much as possible and you will really enjoy this." His fingers in my ass again, and now he was going to fuck me. His cock, my ass. Gentle pressure against my anus, and less. Pressure, and less. He was very good about pressing, but not too much, and then releasing. After about ten cycles, I could feel myself start to open up. I wanted him to be in me. But he knew what he was doing. Then he was in and he froze.
This was new. Soft but hard, burning, itching. He was out. His fingers, more lube. His cock again. Head in, gentle pressure, no backing out now. Easy in out, in out. I wanted to be fucking, but his hands on my ass controlled me.
Then he was in. I felt his cock hair on my ass. My ass all stretched out. I pushed back and let the hair really grind in. All the way out, then all the way in again. Goddamn. That was good. And then he stared to fuck me.
And a good fuck it was. The head of his cock found my prostate and when it did, I would push back against him, without thinking about it. I felt like I was an extension of his cock and wanted my cock in an ass or pussy. I was being turned inside out. I wanted to cum and I wanted him to fuck me into cumming.
He was doing that all right. Long strokes that were maddeningly slow, short quick strokes that took my breath away. But I noticed a change in his breathing. He was getting into it and I could feel that. Then he pulled out and I felt really empty.
"Ride me." With pleasure. For both of us.
He was on his back and I straddled him, guiding his cock back to my ass. I slid onto it and it felt so damned good. I rode at my pace, squeezing his cock. He almost whimpered. I liked the look on his face as I was doing this. It was torn between pleasure and torture. He reached up and started to stroke my cock. I was getting it all now, all the nerve endings were firing. I didn't know if I could take it for much longer. I was riding and twisting, riding and twisting up and down.
"Let me get on top." Okay, face to face, him between my legs. He put a pillow under my ass and positioned himself between my legs. His cock was at my anus and slid in with one push. My legs were around his back and he was in a sort of push up position as he hammered my ass. My legs would pull me up to meet him and the sweaty slap of our flesh on flesh filled the room.
My legs squeezing and pulling me up to him were having an effect on my ass and I was milking him. He breathed hard and started making tortured noises. I didn't hear them all because I was doing the same thing. We both let out our primal grunts as he pushed in deep and came in my ass.
That makes it sound tame. There was nothing tame about the frenzied thrash of our bodies and he slammed into me, grunted and shot, bang, shot, bang, shot. My ass was spasming and my cock soon followed, shooting cum between our sweaty bodies as he collapsed into me.
It took us a while to disengage, because every time he would pull out a little, my ass would grab him and he would push in again and spasm a little. But then he was done and he slid out, rolled off me. He leaned over to lick the cum on my chest.
"Your cum is salty." We both cracked up. We rested a while before heading back to the shower where he gently washed my ravaged ass and then went down on me and I came with the water flowing over us both.
And that was our first time together. | literotica |
Title: The Trensetters 3 Pt2 by Professor Bob
Tags: Dragon, Drama
It didn't take long for the two to reach their destination. They walked inside Target, just walking straight, since the girl's department was practically just as you walk in. Gina knew she couldn't sneak Christmas gifts into this outing, but this is the best time to look at least. Kimberly took her hands out of her pockets, now that they were in a nice, warm place.
"I wonder how much you'd spend if you let Julia loose in here", Kimberly joked, walking beside her mother when they reached the section.
"Too much...", Gina joked back, though she was very truthful.
While her daughter poked through some of the warmer jackets made for dragons, she just looked around at the clothes nearby. She didn't want to give a twelve year old any kind of clothes for Christmas, that would piss her off, though she'd be very polite about it. Kimberly thinks she's easy, but, she's not. She's somewhat of a tom-boy, but also deffinately not. Her intrests are hard to follow sometimes. Sure she could get her a book and maybe art supplies, but this was Christmas! Gina knew she could come up with better.
"Ma', how's this look?", Kimberly asked, holding up a black coat.
"Looks a lot better then your old denim jacket. You could play in the snow with that, if your cold got better at least", she answered.
"It's better then it used to be. Could I please?", Kimberly said, pleading for a yes. Even though the cold didn't like her, she sure as hell loved snow. The flurries had calmed and there was a nice about of fallen snow now, and more then plenty for a little dragon to play in.
Gina just smiled. "As long as you're better", she replied with a happy tone, going back to rummaging through the young girl's clothes. Kimberly carried the coat with her, joining her mother and looking around herself. Upon finding something, Gina snickered, knowing how cute her daughter would look in it. "Hey Kim, think you could try this on?", she asked her daughter innocently, holding it up for display.
Kimberly gave it a look. "Awww, come on, I don't like dresses!", she griped. Then she got a look...not just a look, but THE look. Her mother's silent way of saying "please", very politely a thousand times over. Kimberly sighed at her smiling mother. "Ok, I'll try it on", she submitted to that happy look. Gina followed her over to the dressing rooms and Kimberly went into one of the booths, while her mother waited, leaning against the door to the booth beside it. She would hear Kimberly growl or grumble occationally, irritated from having to try on a dress of all things, and having to take nearly all her clothes off to do it, knowing she'd have to put it all back on again anyway. Within a few minutes, a sight appeared from the dressing room booth.
"Now here's something I don't get to see everyday", her mother said with a smile, looking over her daughter. The dress was white, having some dark blue parts around the upper areas. It went to Kimberly's knees, and went up to covering most of her shoulders, making her look like a private school girl. The dress was tail-holeless, so many species could wear it. This meant she had to keep her tail abnormally close to herself, making sure it stayed down, as it appeared from the bottom of the back of the dress. She didn't like the limited movement she could make with her tail, since she was used to jeans, where she could wag or elevate it as she pleased, without giving a dirty old man a peep show. "Damn you're cute!", Gina couldn't hold in. Kimberly was pretty, so dresses looked well on her, whether she liked that fact or not.
Kimberly just put a paw to her forehead. "I know, but I just don't like wearing them. My upper tail get's cramped from being used too little", she said with a slightly lower tone, wanting to get back into what she concidered to be normal and comfortable clothes.
"Go get changed and we'll walk around before we go", Gina told her. Kimberly went back into the booth and resumed her grumbling, trying to get the dress off and everything else back on. Once she got out, Gina took Kimberly's new coat and began carrying it and the dress.
"Don't tell me you're getting me that dress", Kimberly half snickered.
"You could use a new one for special occation or whatever", her mother replied, since she couldn't just not get that dress she found. Kimberly sighed and shook her head a bit, while they walked to the older woman's section. She just sort of followed her mother, who was just looking around for anything special. She didn't know she was looking for clothes for Julia, so there was no harm in it. Gina started looking through a rack of designer short sleeve shirts, that is before the dragon-like growl of her daughter behind her caught her attention. She turned her head to see her staring off at someone, growling softly with a slight sneer. "What's the matter?", Gina asked her concernedly, turning around to see what she was growling so angrily at.
"That's her!", she growled, trying to quiet her voice so she wouldn't be heard. What Gina looked at as a female German Shepherd, and she tried to figure out why she was growling at her like that. She wasn't too far away, and a certain something caught her eye. A large silver cross necklace around her neck.
"She's the one who hurt you?!", Gina said with a serious tone, quickly getting pissed off herself.
"Yeah, thats her", Kimberly replied angrily, though solumnly.
"Hold these", her mother said, handing her daughter the coat and dress, before quickly walking off. Kimberly eyed her strangely, wondering what this was going to be.
Gina approached the woman calmly, acting friendly really. "Hi miss. Are you coming from a church?", she asked her once she stopped beside her, gesturing to her cross.
The female Shepherd turned her head to her, almost curious to why she asked, but answered none the less. "Yes, I'm a representative from the Church of Christ. Trying to spread the word of our lord before his day", she answered, being a little pompous with her bible beativeness.
"Really? I think you should be rethinking your priorities since you harm innocent children", Gina said mockingly, getting an evil smirk.
The woman didn't quite like that remark, especially when she recongnized a certain resemblance between this dragon and a certain other one. "That girl! You're?!..", she exclaimed ready to tear ass.
"You got it lady!", Gina growled with a vengeful voice and that smirk, crossing her knuckles into the dog's muzzle before she could flee. The shepherd stumbled backwards with a yelp, getting punched right and left by a very pissed off dragon, making her continue to stumble backwards. Being that German shepherds were strong, she started throwing her own, landing them though it helped her none. This wasn't a cat fight, and like they say, 'if you want an ass beating, see a dragon'. Gina shoved her backwards with her left paw, and reeled back her right arm far, giving it a snap as she releaced it, slamming her knuckles into her muzzle and cheek, just below her eye, causing her to make a high pitched growl and fall. An obvious drip of crimson blood came from her nose, and she grasped the impact spot of Gina's last blow, while she writhed on the ground. Kimberly watched this in awe, never seeing her mom fight someone before, and win like that too. Gina went briskly back to her daughter and motioned for her to follow.
"Are you alright?", Kimberly blurted out in her concern, walking briskly alongside of her mother.
Gina rubbed a spot at the end of her muzzle a bit. "I'm fine, just a dull ache. She wasn't much", she said confidently. "Let's pay for those and get out of here before she gets some damn securety guards", she then grumbled. She and Kimberly baught the coat and the dress and left, getting a satisfaction that proper revenge brings. They both got into the car calmly, as they had no problems, and Gina started the car.
"Thanks mom, for doing that", Kimberly thanked her softly, still surprised she did that.
Gina smiled. "No one hurts you and humiliates you without getting a taste of it themselves. I don't think she'll be getting violent with anyone else for at least a while", her mother answered to that. Kimberly felt warm and cozy, knowing she was well protected, and her mother would do plenty to set things right. "You wanna stop for breakfast?", she then asked, slipping her demeanor back into her usual, happy self.
That offer sure perked Kimberly back into her happy self as well. "Hell yeah!", she chuckled.
Julia sat on the livingroom couch with a glass of iced tea, half watching the TV, and half watching the clock. It was just after eleven now, and once again, Ron was missing. She had called his parent's house to see how he was doing, and was told he hadn't shown up yet. Gone for hours, and not where he was supposed to be. Julia was certainly thinking what she wished she wasn't now, almost certain it was true.
"Julia?", Craig asked, wondering if she was off in space.
Julia snapped out of her thoughts, afraid that maybe her worries might be sensed. "Yeah Craig?", she said, wondering what he wanted.
"I'm headed off to the park for a while. Just wanted to let you know", he said somewhat somberly.
"Ok Craig", she replied lightly herself, sensing his depression. She was sympethetic to him...she didn't know what she'd do if she lost all her friends. Craig grabbed his jacket and left without another word. His guilt was getting worse, and Julia did worry and all, but her mind was far too occuiped with her lover...
Ron drove to his parent's house merrily, whistling an incoherent song like a tone deaf grasshopper. As much as he hated going over there to do his father's "bidding", he was too happy with today's holiday shopping success. Got Gina's and two for Kimberly, along with another little one for Craig. His money had dwindled to six bucks, and his duty was done. The things he got today couldn't be concealed well, so he decided to keep them in his car, hidden a short while, until he could slip them through his window. Now all he had to worry about is if they liked what he got! He pulled up at his parent's house with a smile, walking in to see if it would last.
"Hiya! Need anything done today?", he greeted once he opened the door.
"You could take out the trash, that's helpful", his father said from the other side of his newspaper. Ron didn't find this to be anything of importance or annoyance, so the smile was going to stay. He walked over to the kitchen and gave a smile to his mom at the table while he grabbed the trash bag and tied it. Then, something caught his eye. His mom's eye.
"Something the matter?", he asked her. She had her hand upon the top of her cheek while having her coffee, and her eye was sort of red, maybe swollen.
"Just my allergies dear. Could you refill my coffee before you take the garbage out?", she answered with her motherly smile. He took her mug and went to the coffee maker, filling it as asked. Something bothered him though. Her allergies were in the Spring. This deffinately wasn't the Spring....but that wasn't exactly what was bothering him.
By the time Ron got home, Julia was ready to tear out the hair she didn't have, worrying about where and with who he might be. Eventually, that door did open, and in came Ron with his happy smile.
"Ron!", Julia snapped, half glad to see him home, half pissed.
"Hi Julia...what's with that look? Smile!", he greeted, getting a laugh in his good mood.
"Where have you been?! I called your parent's house more then two hours ago, and you weren't there!", she yelled, making it obvious now that she was pissed.
Ron didn't quite understand her anger. "Been out working on that surprise", he said in a happy way, trying to ease what he thought was her curiosity.
"Surprise?! You have no money! You disappear for hours and don't tell anyone what you're doing! Then you come home and try to get in bed with me? Since when? And then I say no and it's no big deal? No big deal to a guy?! Maybe there's someone else who's giving you those pleasures!!", Julia screamed, getting up from the couch, looking really pissed off. Ron looked shocked, and actually took a step back from his peeved mate.
"You think I'm sleeping with someone else??!!", Ron shouted back, not believing what he was hearing from his girl.
"You sure make it look that way!", Julia snapped, nearly getting in his face.
"Jul, I'm not doing anything to make it look that way! What's wrong with you?!", he tried to defend himself, for what actual reason, he had no clue. How could she do this to me, he growled in his mind, trying to keep himself in check.
Julia clenched her fists and eyelids, looking like she was about to slap the hell out of him, before she suddenly wimpered and started briskly for her room with a few sad, high pitched sobs. She knew it to be true. Her lover forever, was no longer forever. "Leave me be!", she said tearily, closing her door and locking it before Ron could reach her.
"Julia!", he called at the closed door, jiggling the knob to find it locked. "Julia, I'll explain!", he called again, willing to admit his secret to her. There was only silence. "Let me explain, please!", he pleaded with the door, banging on it a few times franticly. He waited several seconds without moving an inch, and recieved no reply. Only the silence remained in the house. "My god...", he mumbled sadly, slowly getting off her door, taking a few steps back. He slumped up against the wall behind him, and found himself begining to sob. He was actually crying, and not lightly. He couldn't believe this...any of it. The only thing in his life that was right, ever, thought he was a player. There would never be anyone else...how could she think that?! Ron slid down the wall to his rear, burrying his muzzle in his paws, not knowing what to do. She would let him speak, and he would tell her the truth. Ruining his surprise was a risk he would take for her....but she thought he was cheating, and with no proof. Did she not trust him? Was it always this way? Where did we go wrong...
Craig wandered through the snow, actually feeling a lot better in this cold getting some relaxation then he did in his warm home, dealing with the fire in his head. He felt sorry for himself, as well as angry at himself. He didn't know what emotions to feel anymore! It seemled like the world up and turned against him! Justin was the happiest and least violent of anyone. The anger he displayed yesterday...was something he had never seen before. He was so pissed and aggrivated, it almost looked like he would kick his ass! He knew Justin wouldn't do that, but the way things have changed, he felt no better at all. Craig arrived in the park, watching some children play in the snow as he walked by. Wolves, foxes, raccoons, he started counting in his head, looking at all the different furred species at play, finding the cold to be the best. Their parents would smile and talk, occationally being interrupted by a snowball from one of their kids. They'd laugh and carry on in their fun. Craig wished he had his good friends and family right about now. To be a child and play, it's something he missed. Now all he cared about was being a damn big shot. Rockers didn't act that way! You sit by and take life as it comes with your ideals at heart, not as some poser who tries to hard! Craig growled at himself in his head, and looked down at the concrete walkway beneath his feet, still hearing the playing of the kids. There was only one person in the back area of the park, the skateboard area. A dragon? Right in the bench from days ago...the same guy?
Noticing that someone was standing near him like a few days before, he picked his head up from his book with that same look. "Yes?", he said slightly low, wondering what this other dragon's intentions were, though he looked completely harmless.
Craig cleared his windpipe in his nervousness, just looking on with his somber look, giving a very small smile though. "There enough room for two?", he asked lightly, making sure his voice was far from hostile, and deffinately sorry.
The dragon corrected his glasses and made a noise of thought. "Sure", he replied, not really reluctant. Craig took a seat beside him, pulling his jacket close to himself to try and keep warm.
"Hey, I'm-uhh pretty sorry for being an asshole the other day. I was on an ego trip and I...lost sight of who I was..." , Craig said somberly, and appologeticly.
The dragon replied with another noise, and a flip of a page. "This is a turn around from how you acted last time", he said lightly himself, trying to keep hostilities clear.
"This is the real me. Please believe me when I say I'm sorry. I'm not used to causing problems, especially with another rocker. I tried too hard and became a poser...", Craig replied, giving a sigh of cold mist at the end.
"I've heard about you myself. Go back to what you were doing to become everyone's friend, and they will welcome you back. People like someone for a reason", the guy told him, giving his humble advice, placing his book at his side and turning his attention to his guest.
"That makes more sense then anything I've heard in a while, but I can't do anything till they're not so pissed", Craig said, snickering lightly, for really no reason other then his nervousness.
"Appologizing always helps. Let the pieces fall into place one at a time. My friends will know you came and appologized and it will spread. Then, you do your job, which is not doing one. Be yourself, that's what got you where you were", he added, showing a bit of wisdom that was appreciated.
"Thanks man. I'm Craig", he said with a small smile, feeling a little more relaxed, extending a hand of introduction.
The other dragon clasped his hand and shook it with his own little smile. "And I'm Matt. This time we're saying 'hi' with a handshake and not fists", he introduced, getting a slight laugh.
Craig chuckled a little himself. They both were being pretty light and somber. Maybe it was the cold, or maybe they both just got something off their chests. "So we're ok now?", he thought he should ask.
"Yeah. I can let things slide, you seem like an alright guy", Matt told him in his laid back sort of way. Now that Craig talked to the guy, it was dead obvious he was a rocker. "So I heard you were the guy in that kidnapping a while back. You must have put up a great fight! Tell me about it", he stated, asking for the story of that day. Craig chuckled for a moment, liking that compliment about putting up a good fight, especially from someone so....skilled.
Since Ron's argument with Julia, he had went to his car and brought in his Christmas gifts to hide, as there was no one around to see. Once they were hidden and he had rested for a while, having a beer from the fridge, he walked quietly back to Julia's door with a determination to settle her worries.
"Julia, we need to talk. You can't stay in there all day", he said lightly with a knock, being back into his usual Ron self. This time though, the door was answered. Julia looked like she had cried for a little while, and he felt bad she did. She must really believe he....was sleeping around.
"I'm sorry for going off Ron, come in and we'll talk", she said very lightly, like she had been so scared to come out herself. Ron went into her room as asked, and she shut the door quietly, wandering to the end of her bed. "Have a seat", she offered, still as quiet and somber as ever.
Ron sat down next to her and put an arm around her. "There has never been anyone else Julia. I have been Christmas shopping with the money I begged my parents for. That's why I have to go there in the mornings to help out. It wasn't a little!", he calmly explained to her. He was extremely hurt by her distrust, but he had been trying to look at it from her point of view.
Julia looked up from her lap with a surprised, yet not, look. She was sure she had been wrong, but needed convincing. Well, she got it. "I knew it....I'm sorry Ron. I just got so worried because I care so damn much. Not seeing you these past mornings has...been lonely. I love waking up and seeing you, and I'm so sorry I would doubt. I just kept twisting things in my worry", she sadly told him. She placed a paw upon his knee and smiled softly.
"Well I could see why you would doubt, with all my secrecy and all. I made that move on you yesterday because I feel closer to you then ever. You're my mate, I know it. It did hurt that you said those things but...I just looked at it from your perspective. What I saw, was a perfect, loving girl, who wanted her big dragon by her side", he said lovingly and softly, embracing her sort of eroticly.
Julia sort of giggled and brought her mate down to the bed. "You got it...", she whispered, just holding her male dragon, staring into his eyes. The two kissed and chuckled, feeling even closer then they did before. This was a match made from the stars, and nothing can stand in it's way.
"We're home!!", Gina called when she and Kimberly came in the front door. Well, maybe a few things can stand in the way. The two said 'dammit' in their heads, having not gotten anywhere. Ron and Julia sat up and just smiled, giving eachother a good kiss before they got up.
Shortly after, Kimberly was already on her way to Sheila's house, not being able to bear this odd discomfort any longer. She wasn't about to let herself fall into Craig's predicament, though her's was different in many ways. Kimberly was never keen on having lots of friends. Her circle of close friends would do just fine. Sheila was the most important part, and if she lost her, she'd be worse off then Craig. Losing them would be just as bad, but Kimberly herself would be wounded, having lost her best friend since she was in diapers. She refused to let that happen. She went up Sheila's front walkway, deciding to not go to her window this time, and knocked on the front door.
The door opened a ways, with Sheila's mother in the doorway. "Hi, could I see Sheila for a little while?", Kimberly politely asked.
"Certainly. Sheila!", she replied with a smile for the young dragon, calling for her daughter. Sheila came within a few seconds, but slowed significantly when she noticed who it was. She kept quiet and walked outside, as her mother closed the door to keep the heat in.
"Here's your jacket Sheila. There's sort of a blood stain on the back inside", Kimberly said nervously, handing her the jacket back. Kimberly was wearing her new coat, which was pretty warm and comphy, so she didn't mind giving Sheila's back. Sheila took the jacket with not the most comforting look, though Kimberly couldn't tell exactly what emotion she was displaying. "Can we talk?", she then asked, hoping to break the ice and settle this.
Sheila started walking down the walkway to the driveway, with Kimberly following. "I can't believe you saw us!", she said sadly.
"I'm sorry, I had only come to give your jacket back. I tried to leave without startling you two....and I'm sorry I judged your relationship, I was just shocked", Kimberly said appologeticly, though she didn't exactly see herself as fully in the wrong.
Sheila stopped infront of her garage, certain it was private enough. "You shocked us too....Chris isn't allowed to date, and neither am I, I guess. I just wanted to spend time with him and...you scared him away. I got so mad I.....I'm sorry for hitting you. I was far out of line to do that to you, I'm so sorry!", she said lightly and sadly, before becoming appologetic. She knew she screwed up.
Kimberly smiled a bit. "As long as we're friends, I have nothing to be angry about. You had umm...respectable cause to be worried. I just showed up at the wrong time, I won't hold that against you. I hope you and Chris'll be a good pair too", she replied, easing the tention to nothing.
"Thanks Kim. I can't believe you'd let me off like that!", Sheila said with a smile and light giggle, feeling a lot better. This had been irritating her too!
"Your slap hurt, but not enough to make me mad, not at you. I've known you too long, and you're my best friend. I just wanted us back on normal terms!", Kimberly giggled in response.
"Why don't you sleep-over tonight?", Sheila invited with a smile, apparently looking to make things right.
"Sure! I'll just go back to my house for a bit. You need to ask your parents?", she said happily, wondering if it was ok.
"My mom will say yes, don't worry. I'll leave my window open a crack so you can get in easy", Sheila assured.
"Ok, I'll see you in a bit!", Kimberly said with a hint of joy, leaving for her house to get a few things. That was a lot more painless then she thought! Sheila was feeling the same way about what happened. It never ceases to amase her how much alike they grew up to be.
"How'd it go Kim?", Julia asked when she walked in, standing near the kitchen with another glass of iced tea.
"Perfect. Hey mom. Ma', you around?", she replied with a smile, looking around for her mother.
"Yes dear?", Gina said, coming from her room.
"Could I sleep-over at Sheila's house?", Kimberly asked.
"Ok. Just give me a call later and tell me how you are", Gina said with a smile, glad to see Kimberly back to her happy self.
Kimberly went down to her room, grabbing her pillow and stuffing a shirt and some pants in it. She knew this would be fun, and she hadn't spent good time with Sheila in a while. Time to giggle, play, and do whatever. She was twelve, and she'd only be that age once! Gotta have fun while you're still a little girl, she said to herself.
"Does this mean the bed is all mine tonight?", Julia walked in a joked.
"Unless you put someone else in it", Kimberly replied with a smart-ass smirk. "Please don't", she snickered, sticking her tongue out.
"You little bitch", Julia laughed, lying down on the bed.
"I'm off. See ya' Jul!", she said with a smile, in quite a good mood, setting off for the door. After saying goodbye to her mother, she walked out and set off for Sheila's house again. Once she stepped out into the cold, she found someone else. "Why the hell do you look so happy?", she joked to her brother walking up the driveway.
"All is well. Or it will be at least", he smiled, walking by. "Where are you going? Hope it's not somewhere without permission again", he said in a smart-ass way in his happiness, turning his head around to talk.
"I'm staying the night at Sheila's", Kimberly answered simply. Once he went inside, she was already across the street, heading around Sheila's house to her side window. It was left open a crack as promised, and she pushed it open, climbing inside.
"I have arrived!", Craig announced when he walked in the front door, trying to be funny.
"Have fun walking around by yourself?", Gina asked. Julia had told her that he went for a walk in the park.
"Not by myself. With the guy I lost to. Everything's gonna be ok!", Craig said proudly, quite happy for himself.
"Good!! I knew you'd do it!", his mother said excitedly, happy for him. Everyone was in such a good mood now! It was great! Before Craig could escape, Gina gave him a hug. She was just too damn happy!
The day progressed into the evening, with everyone settling in nicely. The house was certainly not the same without Kimberly. She was the life of things, but the other four had much of their own happiness to replace that missing piece for the time being. Craig just loafed around in a carefree way, Ron and Julia stayed close all day, and Gina just enjoyed the atmosphere. She finally got her Christmas wish. That was, for everyone to be happy, and for this to be a memorable Christmas, having Ron with them. She would be going Christmas shopping tomorrow morning, and no one would be the wiser. Well maybe, but still. After dinner and the usual TV, Ron had slipped off for his shower. He grabbed a quick change of clothes and a towel and went to the bathroom. Giving a little yawn, he tossed his clothes beside the door and turned the water on, waiting a few seconds for the water to warm. Once he was in, he came to thinking, as most people do in the shower. That and something else, but he had Julia for that. Julia....she was like a dream. Dreams bent the fabric of reality, either to become something terrible, or something wonderful. That girl's love and everything else just blew him away, like she was something beyond this world's capability, reaching into the fantasies of a dream. No matter what, she would always be there for him, even if they argue. Their bond was that close. He couldn't wait for Christmas, with his little surprise. Even though Julia knew, she still didn't know any of the gifts, so it was still alright. Ron had soon gotten out of she shower and dressed, walking down to his room to ready a few things for bed. While fixing some things upon his dresser, he got a guest.
"Hey Jul. What's u--", he said with a smile, before she walked quietly over and placed a finger on his muzzle. She closed the door quietly, and locked it.
"You know, with Kimberly not next door...", she said in an erotic manner, placing her arms around her mate, rubbing his back with her paws.
"Oh-ho...", he said in a 'is that so' way, getting a chuckle. Ron leaned his head down a bit, since he was tall, and kissed her a few times, moving how own paws a little further down then Julia's were on him. She giggled, and the two embraced eachother and went for the bed, making sure to grab a little something that was ribbed for her pleasure from his nightstand drawer.
Kimberly and Sheila were having a fine time together. They sat on the floor infront of her bed talking in their pajamas. Pretty much anything was a subject. They talked about the old kidnapping incident, the boat burning, Chris. It wasn't until Kimberly started coming up with things did they really start to reminice.
"You remember way back when we were little, when our tails were just tiny things?", Kimberly started thinking back, using their tails as a comparison.
Sheila just laughed. "I remember a lot of crap from when we were little. You would usualy come over here and help me build things with my old blocks, or play tag. You were such a hellraiser too", she said with a big smile, snickering at the end.
"What about the time we tried to paint your bike, and got most of the paint all over your garage?", Kimberly snickered, giving the end of her tail a little wag.
Sheila sighed, snickering a bit herself. "Yeah I do, and I also remember that being mostly your idea. I got spanked for that you know!", she smiled back, just snickering lightly.
"I got the ruler for that, so ha!", Kimberly retorted, making this look like a competition.
"Oh yeah? Bedwetter!", Sheila laughed, pointing at her dragon friend accusingly.
"I was six! Tail chaser!", Kimberly shot back, laughing herself.
"TILL you were six, and I chased my tail only when I was bored, and I was four!....ah crap I can't think of anything else", Sheila said while laughing, holding her knees she was laughing so good.
Kimberly laughed till it started to subside. "Oh well, a draw", she said while she was trying to calm.
"Aw crap...", Sheila chuckled, finding it fun to talk about the old days. "Oh well, I'm ready for bed. You can take my bed, I'll sleep down here", she offered, getting to her feet.
Kimberly stood up with a stretch, giving her tail a bit of a swish after keeping it still. "I don't wanna take your bed. It's yours", she told her, not wanting to intrude like that.
"Well alright. I just got to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute. You can use that blanket over there for yourself", Sheila let be, setting off for the door and pointing at a blanket that had been folded beside her bed. Kimberly grabbed the blanket and draped it at the foot of Sheila's bed, adding her pillow, making an instant bed. Her carpet was kinda comphy, so she didn't really mind sleeping down there. The two girls had fun all evening, and Sheila's mom even brought their dinner in for them. Gossiping and reminicing, it's something they hadn't gotten to do for a while. Kimberly settled into her 'bed' and under the blanket, with Sheila returning only a few seconds from then, climbing into her own bed.
"Kim...is there any guy you're aiming for?", Sheila asked out of the blue, hinting her curiosity.
"Well no, not really. You're farther along then I am", Kimberly replied a little awkwardly, being put on the spot like that, and having to admit her current puberty status.
"Oh well. I'm sure there's someone you like, you're just not going to tell yet", she giggled back.
Kimberly made a practicly silent snicker and smiled. "Have you and Chris gotten far yet?", she asked, feeling like asking a personal question of her own.
"No way! Chris really isn't like that. Sure he smokes and all sometimes, but he's really a softy", Sheila smiled up to her ceiling, just lying in her bed.
"That's good. I'm glad you're happy", Kimberly said happily and lightly, with her head snuggled into the pillow.
With a comfortable sigh, Sheila flicked her light off. "G'night", she wished the dragon at the foot of her bed.
"Good night", Kimberly yawned, lying there peacefully till sleep took over.
Gina awoke quite groggily in the morning, with a fourth of her tail dangling off the side of the bed. She needed more sleep, but there was more important things to do. She sat up and stretched, finding that she had slept rather sprawled out on the bed, and had her head resting on her wrist, cutting off circulation, which made it quite tingly. After stopping at the bathroom and brushing her teeth, she had woken up a little more, and wandered over to her dresser to get dressed before she left her room. She grabbed a pair of pants, a clean shirt, and the ever dreadded bra, putting them on before going to brew herself some coffee. She wanted to get out early, and since it was already nine-thirty, she put the coffee in a portable mug and grabbed her keys, before heading out for the car. She had a few ideas in mind, but she was really shooting in the dark this year. Kimberly and Ron would be especially difficult, and she didn't have much time left. The most she could do is go with her ideas and look around, keeping within her budget as always. She always wanted to spoil her kids, but never really had the funds to do so. She made good money, especially with the child support, but paying for the bills, house, and five dragons put a huge dent in spare cash. Craig always wanted one of those videogame systems, but she never had a large enough sum to get one, and still get games for it. Then it hit her. That's what her special gift could be! But just how expensive would that be, is what she needed to know. Gina had roughly a bit over two- hundred she had saved for Christmas, and two-hundred and fourty to be precice. This was a special time for her to be close to her kids and have fun, so she always kept funds set aside. She stopped at Target first, since she was there to browse briefly the other day. She grabbed a small pile of clothes for Julia that were a tad more on the expensive side, along with a small gold chain for her wrist that she thought she'd like. Just a little gesture for giving Kimberly her really really nice silver one. That was sixty-eight bucks already, and she had three to go. After a check at the electronics section, she found her idea for Craig to be too expensive, just like every other dead end idea she had thus far. Kimberly came next, so she went and got those art supplies she thought of and a book better then she species one she liked. It focused on ancient and current dragons in heavy detail, and she did mention a while back she wanted something like that. Before she left, she grabbed a new black jacket for Ron, and quickly got another idea she could do. A roll of film in her purse that needed to be developed had a great picture of Ron and Julia together, and he didn't have any. He would now, and framed! But Craig....still no ideas, and this was the last day she could shop. She went and had that developed and framed, which looked really cute, and left, still trying to figure out what to get Craig and finish with Kimberly.
Ron woke up half on his side and half on his face, having his muzzle pressed against Julia's neck. He wanted to move, but his legs wouldn't. Not after that night. He smiled and took the arm he had around Julia off of her, taking up and stroking the back of her head and neck. She was so cute...and fiesty! Julia's eyes opened slowly, but she smiled and put an arm around him too.
"Good morning", Ron said low, just smiling happily, running his fingers across her neck.
Julia made a small giggle. "Good morning....just as good night", she replied, making an erotic joke about it. Neither of them were clothed, as they fell asleap snuggling. Their warm embrace and soothing touch lit up the morning. Such love was wonderful.
"I can't move my legs", Ron laughed.
"That's supposed to be my line", Julia laughed back, nuzzling her muzzle against his.
"Then I guess I have no reason to stay in bed", he teased.
Julia kissed him a few times, and they both slipped out of bed, holding a paw of the other's. Julia went and grabbed her clothes she had tossed around the room, while Ron pulled a fresh pair of everything out of his dresser and closet. With another hug and kiss, after getting dressed, they went out to the kitchen for breakfast. Julia played the role of the wife the morning after the act, making a breakfast of eggs and sausage, while Ron took care of the toast. It was hard to cook when you can't keep your paws off the person beside you, but that only added to the fun. They hadn't been happier in a long time. After breakfast, and Craig woke up, Ron left for his parent's house to see if they needed anything today, while she stayed behind and cleaned up.
Ron zipped over to his parent's house with a smile, replaying last night over and over in his head. Life was perfect. Nothing on the road was going to make him mad, and the trip seemed instant. He hopped happily out of his car, landing his shoes into the snow. He walked with a smile to the door, having it fade at the sounds of arguing and yelling. Ron slowly moved his head over so he could look in the window beside the door, and it's blinds were not fully closed, so he was able to see the form of his mother and father standing next to the diningroom table vaguely. He had peeked through the window quickly enough to see his father move quickly, and then there was a sound of a slap. The form of his mother stumbled, catching her balance on the table, as his father stormed into their bedroom and slammed the door. Ron had sneered hard at hearing that, and quickly, but not noisily, went through the front door and rushed through the livingroom to his mother's side. She looked away from her son, holding a paw to the point of impact on her muzzle, letting a pair of tears make their way down her cheeks.
"I thought you told me he stopped", Ron didn't say in the kindest way, though he gently placed his hands upon her shoulders to correct her posture and get her upright.
His mother sniffed, giving the hard slap area a firm rub, before she lowered her hand to her chest in discomfort. "He hasn't been too happy lately, I'm sorry you had to know", she said softly and sadly. Ron's expression didn't change one bit, and he just continued scowling. His mother took his right paw into her own and stroked it with the other. "Don't worry about me", she said lightly, looking to ease her son.
Ron sighed a growl, changing his scowl into a sneer for a short moment, before he cooled himself. "I want you to be happy and safe. You shouldn't have to put up with that", he said with anger.
"I'm alright Ronald, trust me. You know how mad your father can get at me when things aren't going right", she tried to reassure, holding his paw with a gentle firmness a mother is an expert at. Ron closed his eyes, trying to ease the pain his nerves were throbbing with. He knew too well his father's violent streaks. Never on him, but always on his mom. Ever since he was a little pup, he would see her get hit, slapped, or punched. As a small child, this was gut wrenching to see. Waking up in the middle of the night, wandering to his door with his dragon plushie, hearing the mentaly hurtful arguing of his mommy and daddy. It would always have sounds he didn't want to hear in it, if hearing them yell and be angry wasn't enough. He would squeeze that dragon, trembling and crying in fright. It's one of the reasons he had kept it for so many years...
"It's just not right. You've delt with it long enough, take a stand!", he growled low, making sure his dad didn't hear. His father was very burly for a scientist, and was the one who gave him his strong body through genes. Ron was scared of him, as he knew his father to be practicly the only person who could take him on, and win. Using the strength he had, on a woman...no, his mother....was sickening.
"Ron stop. I know you worry, but I'm fine. We always make up, so I don't want you to be all distrought over this", his mother said as plainly as she could, not wanting him to carry this burdon. She looked into his eyes and felt his muscles untensing, still holding onto his paw, finding it comforted her too.
"Ok mom. Just be careful alright?", he eased off, wishing for her best. "Do you want anything done?", he asked, more out of concern then anything else.
His mother let go of his hand and made a smile of a sort. "No, that's alright. You can go", she said softly, but a little higher then she was before. Her eye looked better then it did yesterday, and the new slap welt just added to it, but Ron just told himself she would be ok.
Ron bent his head over and kissed his mother, right at the top end of her muzzle. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then", he said with a light, lofty voice and a smile. After turning and starting for the door, he turned his head one last time while walking. "Love you ma'", he said with a more happier tone, not wanting to leave on such a sour note.
"Love you too Ronald. Bye", she said, matching his attempt to be happy. She watched him leave and close the door....and then she was alone again. She loved her husband, she always had, and did trust him, even with some of the things she had been through. They always came out together in the end...but that didn't make his occational tantrums any less painful, especially when her son had to see them.
Craig closed the front door of the house and stuffed his paws into his pockets. It was quite nippy as usual, but the sky had cleared for the most part, and there was a soft winter's glow cast upon the houses and sparkling snow. He set off walking to Sheila's house, already seeing those two throwing snowballs at eachother. Kimberly looked like she was having a lot of fun, and actually felt bad for going over to ask what he was about to. They noticed him once he got to their property, as they were lost in the winter's play.
"Hi Craig!", Kimberly called to him with a smile, though she wondered why he was here. It's not like she wanted to go home, that was for sure.
"Hi Kim, hi Sheila", he greeted the two girls, being polite. "Kim, do you think you could sorta come with me to Justin's place? I, uhh, don't really want to go alone", he asked of her and explained. The only detail he left out was the fact that he knew Kimberly to be very supportive and thought she'd be great help to him just by being there. He just wasn't about to embarass her infront of Sheila like that, with family mushyness.
Kimberly made a small sigh, putting a paw to her muzzle to think. "Sorry Sheila, I should probabbly go", she said with a light kindness, trying to press that he needed her.
"That's ok Kim, I'll go get your stuff", Sheila replied understandably, bounding for her window on the side of the house. Kimberly and Craig watched her go, just sort of instinctively, before turning their gazes back to eachother.
"I'm sorry to mess up your fun. I just need you right about now so I can fix this. Justin thinks you're nice anyway, so I'm hoping he won't go off at me infront of you", he said sorta low, laughing at the end though.
"It's fine", Kimberly smiled with a small giggle, feeling like she was going to blush with the compliments. It felt real nice though, to be looked up to for something like this, especially after all the horrors she caused in the past. Being kind was a lot better then being a careless hellraiser, and helping her family allowed her to 'repent' for her actions. Even so, she would never say no anyway. Sheila arrived with her pillow, stuffed with her pajamas and old clothes, several moments later.
"We can finish this later", Sheila said with a good smile, handing her the pillow. She hadn't had such fun in a while!
"See ya'!", Kimberly said, heading for their house. Craig waved goodbye with a little smile of his own.
"Ron will be home in just a tiny bit. He'll drop us off there. You have enough time to put your stuff away quickly", Craig told her as they walked.
Five minutes from then, the two were getting into Ron's car, as Craig had asked him to take them over there as soon as he pulled back up. Ron didn't mind much, as he really needed a destraction right about now, though he was doing an ok job at brushing off what had happened earlier. It only took them about four minutes to drive there, and Craig got out of the car, as did Kimberly.
"Just follow me around and stuff, don't be nervous. Oh, and beware of his sister...", Craig said last minute, really trying to ease his own nervousness. Kimberly nodded, and Craig knocked on his friend's door. It took a few moments, but it was answered.
"Oh...Craig. Hi Kimberly", Justin said in a surprised way, before he said a polite hello to his little sister. Kimberly thought it best to stay quiet, and just smiled.
"Well Jus--", was all Craig managed to say before a loud voice interrupted him.
"WHO??!!", blurted out Sharon, who blew into the front foyer, finding this to be true. "Get out of here! Teacher's fuck pet!!", the annoying dragon screamed. Kimberly didn't exactly realize who Justin's sister was, and quickly bared her teeth at that voice.
"Bitch!!", Kimberly retaliated, with Justin holding Sharon and Craig holding his own sister to keep from from mauling eachother.
"Get out of this house you hoe!", Sharon shouted, while the two boys tried to get the two firey girls to stop.
"Shut up Sharon!", Kimberly growled angrilly, while Craig did his best to restrain her.
"Yeah! Shut up Sharon!", Justin said mockingly, giving his sister a fling backwards, away from Kimberly. She kept her balance of course, and the two pissed girls growled at eachother, before Sharon stormed off. Kimberly unclenched her teeth and let her muzzle rest, breathing a little heavy from that little stand-off. Craig let go of her once he thought she had cooled down and shifted his attention to Justin. "Sorry about her you two. She's such a bitch. Come on in", he chuckled lightly, showing them from the foyer to the diningroom to the right. Justin had an interesting house, as it was somewhat victorian and two story, and the entryway was it's own little room, with the stairs directly infront. Justin and Craig wandered through the doorway into the room, while Kimberly leaned up against the frame of the doorday, letting them have just a tad more privacy by not being right there with them.
"I heard you made friends with Matt", Justin said a lot more upbeat then all the other times he had spoken to Craig in the past few days. He took his seat on the side of his table and Craig sat down on the end.
"Yeah I did. Please accept my appology too, I know I screwed up", Craig replied, jumping straight to the point with a sorry tone of voice. He was confident at least, and he owed a bit of it to not being alone, with Kimberly only a short distance away.
Justin made a very small chuckle and smiled. "I do", he relented.
"Thanks man. How's everyone else?", he smiled back, nervously wondering how the others are.
"Give it time. Matt said good things about you, so that helped you a lot, so you just need to wait for any grudge to be lifted, which could have happened already, I dunno", Justin explained.
"You havn't been to the cafe recently?", Craig asked, surprised he had not been.
"Not today at least. I've been stuck watching Sharon. She don't ever give me a break", Justin said in a slightly annoyed way. He really didn't like putting up with her crap. "I shoulda let her and Kimberly fight. My mom said she'd get into deep trouble if she pulled a stunt like that again, since she never fully believed her story", he joked.
"Hey Justin, could I use your bathroom?", Kimberly up and asked, feeling the need to pee pretty damn bad, after being outside all morning.
"Sure. First door to the left of the stairs", Justin said looking over his shoulder. Kimberly wandered out, and the two took their attention back to eachother.
"I'm sorry if me bringing Kimberly has caused any trouble, I didn't know Sharon would hold a grudge after something like that", Craig appologized.
"Don't worry about it, she's always this bitchy at home. She might be smart and a good student, but that's the only thing that's kept her out of trouble. She complains about Kimberly all the time, saying this and that. It's all stupid", he snickered.
"Well, are the two of us ok now?", Craig asked, keeping his voice light and upbeat, like he always does.
"Yep", Justin replied as his normal self, not wanting this to carry on farther, as Craig learned his lesson. A loud, elongated yowl broke their conversation, and they darted from their seats out of the diningroom, knowing that scream to be Kimberly.
"How do ya' like that you bitch!!", Sharon shouted vengefully, as the two reached the diningroom doorway. They ran around the stairs and found what had taken place. Sharon had fired a tazer at her adversary. She dropped the device upon being caught, and Craig got to his knees to help his downed sister. Kimberly had been coughing and breathing hard from the longer then normal electrical shock. The two pointed electrodes stuck in her lower chest, and the great electrical shock knocked all the air clear out of her lungs.
"Kim, are you alright?!", Craig said in a panic, grabbing her shoulders as she made it herself to her hands and knees, still wheezing hard. She looked like she had fought the tears, but a few slipped, going down her cheeks. The shock she got was not meant for someone so young, and not meant for that length of time for anyone at all. Kimberly quickly growled softly, getting her air back, and clutched the electrodes in her lower chest, tearing them out herself. Craig was astonished she took that so well, ripping those pointed things out like she was ready to jump from the ground. She had two holes in her shirt now, along with matching blood stains from the bit of blood that was leaking from the wounds.
"Sharon, what the fuck is the matter with you??!!!", Justin shouted in a shocked anger, making sure to get between her and Kimberly. Kimberly's wheezes became hard pants, as she got onto her feet, clutching the tazer's wounds, as Craig held her gently at the tops of her arms so she would be ok. Justin, grabbed his own sister, and deffinately not gently, with one of his hands, grasping the shirt of her left shoulder.
"She's been asking for this since the day she assaulted me for no reason!!", Sharon shouted in defense of herself, blatently lying.
"You goddamn son of a--!", Kimberly growled harshly, taking a lurch before Craig got a better hold of her to calm her so she wouldn't get herself into any trouble.
"You fuckin' stole mom's tazer and used it on her unprovoked??!! Come on, I'm locking you in your room till mom get's home!", Justin snapped, before he pulled her along behind him up the stairs. Kimberly growled softly at her pain, still clutching her belly hard, feeling the 'after effects' of having so much electricity zapped through you. Her nerves were shot, and standing was a slight problem after her system took such a shock. Craig helped her into the diningroom and sat her down, while she continued to pant, wiping the last of her tears that managed to escape her eyes.
"I can't believe she did that...", Craig growled, looking at his poor sister and a twin pair of blood stains on her shirt.
"I walk out of the bathroom and got shot with the damn thing. She can't fight me, so that's what she decided to do..", Kimberly grumbled, able to talk a bit better now, having some air.
Justin came in briskly, with not the happiest look. "She's locked in her room, and my mom will be home in a few minutes. Trust me Kim, she's in big trouble this time", he told the injured girl. The three of them sat at the table, and Justin had brought drinks for them, as they sat and talked for a while. Justin's mother took longer then expected, and by the time she came in, they had settled in nicely. His mom came in the diningroom, seeing that Justin had guests.
"Hello there", the deeper voiced woman said to the two.
"Ma', this is Kimberly, Craig's brother", Justin introduced, allowing the name she had heard so much to have a face.
"Hi ma'am, nice to meet you", Kimberly greeted with a smile, being as polite as she could.
"So this is Kimberly! You're quite polite. I knew those things Sharon said about the fight you two had weren't true", she said enthusiasticly, lowering a bit at the last sentence.
"Speaking of Sharon, she hadn't behaved too well while you were out. Kimberly?", Justin told her mother with a lower tone, beckoning for Kimberly to stand up and remove her arm from her belly. She did so, revealing the two blood stained holes. The circles of red had gotten slightly larger, though they weren't big. Justin's mother gasped upon seeing this, while Kimberly wiped some dryed blood from her paw, like it was more of a concern.
"You poor thing! What did she do?!", she expressed her shock, wondering what caused this.
"She stole your tazer and shot her with it when Kim came out of the bathroom, giving her a long high setting electrocution. Unprovoked of course", Justin explained in a 'matter of fact' way. His mom growled and clenched her fists.
"I knew that girl was a liar! Dammit, she did that because she thought she'd get away with it, like I always allow! Not anymore!", she said angrily, stomping into the kitchen. "I'm sorry Kimberly. Sharon will be singing a new tune shortly!", she appologized, opening a drawer and pulling out a big wooden spoon. Justin snickered, knowing his jerk of a sister was finally going to be punished for something.
"Go for it mom", he snickered while she walked briskly out. Kimberly quickly got a smug look once she left, knowing retrobution was coming, and she wasn't dealing it for once! Having the underside base of her tail swatted with a ruler so many times, she could only hope that spoon hurt more! Sharon would deffinately be singing a new tune after her mom's through; With howls, whines, and tears! Kimberly snickered herself at her thoughts, turning her attention back to the two older boys.
"Ron is going to be here any minute to pick us back up, why don't we head out front?", Craig suggested.
"Alright", Justin said, leading the two others outside. Kimberly was sure happy now, knowing Sharon was about to suffer for being such a dumb bitch. She hoped the bottomside of her tail would hurt too bad to sit too! Revenge is fun to even think about, she laughed in her mind. She listened to Craig and Justin talk for a few minutes, and she thought she might have heared Sharon howl once, and after that, she sure as hell couldn't keep a straight face. When Ron pulled up, she and Craig said goodbye, while Ron said 'hi' from his window. They left for home, and Kimberly let Craig tell Ron the story of getting tazered. It pissed him off really bad, which made Kimberly feel sorta good, knowing she meant that much to him. She then let him know what was happening to her now, and he got a laugh off of it. 'Serves her right', was his exact words.
Gina wandered Radio Shack, getting pretty pissed at herself for still having no ideas. She finished with Kimberly, getting her a Monopoly set, especially after all the fun they had playing it across state. However, her anger was about to end. Her idea came.
"Craig likes his stereo...why not get a second set of speakers?", she mumbled happily to herself. Gina wandered over to the counter to ask about this, since wires and crap wasn't her thing. "Excuse me, how might I hook up a second set of speakers to a stereo?", she asked the clerk.
"You could use an amp. Will you need help picking the devices out?", he asked. Naturally she said yes, so he went about his duty of selecting parts to meet her budget. She ended up getting a good set of speakers, and a standard amp since it only needed to push the two, and she stayed just within her budget. She put them all in the trunk of her car, ready to jump for joy, finally having her holiday shopping complete. She made her way home, seeing Ron's car pull up beside her driveway before she got there. Thankfully, everything was in the trunk, so there was no chance of peeking when she drove in. Ron and the others had gotten out of the car when she drove into the garage, with Kimberly lingering behind.
"Ma', I harmed another shirt", Kimberly joked, spreading the two sides of her coat apart to show the two puncture holes and the bit of blood around them, once she got out of the car. Gina almost winced, seeing even the littlest blood that was her daughter's.
"Dammit...what happened?", she asked concernedly.
"I got shot with a tazer. Doesn't that sound like fun?", Kimberly said lightly, though she was trying to be somewhat humorous with her sarcasm.
"A tazer??!!", her mother bursted out with. "Gimme your shirt so I can treat the blood stains", she sighed.
"Right now?..", Kimberly said a little embarassedly. There was no one else around, but they were in an open garage still. Gina quickly went and hit the button to shut the door.
"I'm going to have to clean and bandage that too you realize", Gina reminded her. Kimberly sighed and took off her coat, giving her mother the shirt. While her mother pre- treated the stains, she slipped her coat back on. Tossing the shirt in the wash, the two girls went in through the garage door. Gina lead her to her own bathroom, giving her a seat on the toilet-lid. Though it was embarassing, this was her mother, and she allowed her to wipe the punctures with alcohol and clean off the bit of blood. Gina finished her work off by bandaging the two holes, telling her daughter she could take them off later, when they have had a little time to heal. After that, Kimberly used her coat as a shirt for a while, as they sat on the end of her bed talking about how she got tazered. People like Sharon really piss Gina off, and what she did was inexcuseable. She like the part involving the wooden spoon though.
Kimberly and Gina ended up having dinner by themselves that night, after Kimberly came home from playing in the snow with Sheila. Ron, Craig, and Julia went up the the cafe to kick a few back and have dinner out late. Kimberly reclined on the couch in her pajamas with her mom on the other end, while they watched TV together. When it was just the two of them together, they always talked and laughed about things, and even then it was calmer and quieter then it usualy was. Kimberly wouldn't have been like this when she was younger, and she felt very happy they could spend time like this now. It steadily became more and more apparant why they held nothing against her....she really changed that much. It was like she was Kimberly, yet better. The Kimberly from her dream was right. They were the same person, but there was something she left out. There really were two different sides, and by the looks of things, one side lost the war and disappeared. No more stupid nightmares to scare herself with.
"You think that Sharon is going to appologize now?", Gina asked, wondering what her daughter's oppinion of her might be.
"Her mom might keep her from electrocuting people, but I think Sharon is still going to be pompous and a bitch. She'll just do it with a sore tail now", Kimberly said in a funny way, not being able to contain a snicker at the end. Sharon better be embarassed for this one!
"I finished my Christmas shopping today", Gina announced to her with a smile, knowing she could keep such a thing quiet. "Think you could go take your shower now so I could bring them all in from the car?", she then asked.
Kimberly smirked, giving her approval. "Yeah ok", she replied, hopping off the couch and going into the bathroom. Gina grabbed her keys and went out the garage door, flicking on the light to start hauling these things into her room for wrapping and hiding.
Kimberly placed all her clothes neatly on the counter beside her towel, and removed the two bandages from her lower chest. She made sure to look at the punctures in the mirror, finding the little wounds to not look so bad when they're not bleeding. She turned the water on, making sure to give the water a minute to warm, then got in. She took a seat on the cool tile, sitting within the shower's rain, warming herself a bit from the water. She didn't have a seat to think, but instead, did it to relax and enjoy the warm water. For once, everything seemed ok. Even though she had problems here and there at times, they were surpassable. Her family was happy, she was happy, and to add a laugh, Sharon wasn't! Kimberly shifted her tail, moving it infront of herself so it could be warmed too in the water. Christmas was almost here, and now that she remembered, her mother had that surprise tomorrow. She stood up and washed herself, then got out and dried herself off. Once she had gotten dressed, she found her mother back on the couch.
"You done ma'?", Kimberly asked to make sure, heading around to have a seat next to her.
"Yep", Gina answered with a smile, feeling that happiness she gets this time of year. Kimberly sat down beside her mother, snuggling against her side, feeling her warmth. Gina looked down at her comphy daughter, who was resting her head on her, and smiled in a serene and calm way. It is unsure if the two had ever been closer then this moment, but this was deffinately one to remember, having the mother and little daughter snuggled against eachother in the peace of the night.
Ron, Julia, and Craig sat at the bar together, talking, drinking, and enjoying themselves. Craig opted to just sit with his sister and friend, letting those who wanted to speak to him to come themselves. It was actually working! This was the most relaxed he had been in days, leaning on the counter with a smile, a glass of beer, and a basket of chicken wings. As for Ron, this was mainly his idea to come here. After having known his mother was still being hurt by his father, he couldn't get that little worry out of the back of his head, and thought a little time out with his friends and his girl would do some good. James was sure glad to see them, especially since it had been a few weeks since he had seen Ron or Julia. With his job and all, Ron hadn't gotten out much.
"I wish Justin was here", Ron commented, wanting a bit of music.
"I'm surprised he's not. His mom has been home, so he could come if he wanted", Craig said, taking a sip of his brew. The cafe was quieter tonight, though there was much talking going on. Without Justin and his guitar, the place doesn't seem to be so noisy.
Julia sipped on the lemonade she got and frowned a bit. "I feel bad for what happened to Kim. A little girl getting tazered at full strength for almost six seconds? And to add the stupid woman that got her shirt torn off and her back gashed...", she said a sorta quietly, swirling her drink.
"Pisses me off...", Ron grumbled, taking a swig of his beer.
"You should have seen her though. She tore the wires out and got to her feet, still ready to take anything. Her body didn't agree, but she sure as hell did anyway", Craig said in an optimistic manner.
"Kimberly is good in certain situations. She did save your life, and did it with only one usable leg", Ron added as a reminder.
Craig made a small grunt of aknowledgement. Derek was about to stab him and she jumped, grabbing his arm, giving Craig the extra few seconds needed to plow a punch into his nose to get him to drop the blade. He couldn't use the blade with such a weight on his arm, and she risked it to save him. Not to mention she was the one who untied him. "That's not something I'll be forgetting", he said a few moments later.
"I see that scar on her thigh almost every day, and it hurts to look at it", Julia stated, taking a gulp of her cool beverage once she said it. Kimberly couldn't even walk after that for a while, so Julia was the one who ended up taking care of her when her mother could not. She realized she wasn't the nicest about helping her little sister sometimes, especially since she knew she sometimes cried because of the pain of that wound, with her cut through muscle and all. It was always subtle, because she never wanted anyone to worry about her. Kimberly isn't the only one who carried guilt because of being mean in their past....Julia wished she could have been more caring for her hurt sister then. She did care for her, and stayed by her side and talked, listened, and one time read to her, so she wasn't a bitch about it. She's just disappointed she wasn't as nice for her then, as she is for her now.
"She pulls through everything with a smile", Ron chuckled, downing the rest of his beer. The door to the cafe thrust open and a welcome figure wandered in with his trusty acustic.
"I'm only an hour late, that's only like a few seconds now", Justin wandered in joking, greeting his buddies. "Hey you guys. How's it going?", Justin stopped to ask the trio, while he holstered his guitar strap on his shoulder so he wouldn't have to carry it's entire weight.
"Great", Craig answered first, being his usual carefree self.
"Sharon got what was promised, so let Kimberly know she bawled into her pillow for a while. I was laughing in my room too, she's finally getting into serious trouble for the even more series crap she pulls. Like shit, tazering someone? She's fuckin' stupid as hell", Justin told Craig, obviously happy his sister got a 'taste of her own medicine'.
"She'll love to hear that", Ron said with a smirk, signaling to James for another beer with his hand.
Justin smiled and wandered over to the little platform set up for the local guitar players, though Justin was it's prime user. He was pretty damn good too! Ron finally got his music, and the three went back to their laughing and talking. Christmas was close, and things were just peachy. They would be getting a tree on Thursday and doing all the little decor work, so it'll look nice for Christmas-eve, as that was the "traditional" time for them to hang out and open their gifts for eachother. Gina always had a problem with the tree shedding or wilting slightly before Christmas, so she started buying one a day or so before hand just two years ago. After a few beers on Ron and Craig's part, the three went home happy. Craig's evening was great, as no one seemed to be mad anymore, and it was all back to normal. They got home around ten fifteen, and walked in from a light snowfall to their warm home. Craig whispered for the two behind him to walk in quietly and pointed to the couch. The two girls were fast asleap, snuggled against eachother. Gina had her back reclined against the corner of the couch with her tail pressed gently against the couch and her right leg, with her arms placed upon her daughter comfortingly. Kimberly sat snuggled against her, resting her head on her lower chest, sleeping quite comfortably with her mother's paws upon her left shoulder and tummy. She had an entire couch, so her tail was draped across it, and her left paw rested on her mother's leg. Ron, Craig, and Julia whispered to eachother how incredibly cute this looked, so Craig tip-toed into his mother's room and grabbed the camera, being that he was the technology inclined person of the family. He took a perfect picture of the two, and everyone went off to bed themselves. Julia and Ron kissed eachother goodnight and actualy slept seprately, still tuckered out from the previous night's folly. The house drew silent within a short time, as sleep came easy for all.
Ron was somehow the first to wake up that morning, as the sun just began to intrude upon his window. He woke up with more energy at that time of morning then usual, and couldn't go back to sleep, so he slid out of his bed and tossed on some clothes. The house was silent upon leaving his room, so he wandered to the bathroom and got rid of last night's beer, and went quietly to the kitchen to run a pot of coffee for Gina, and himself too. Those two were still sleeping on the couch, though Kimberly was cuddled a bit closer now then she was before, against her warm and breathing pillow. Ron smiled at that cute sight and quietly started the coffee, not wanting to disturb those two. He had never before seen something like that, and he felt lucky to see such love. Ron sat down quietly at the diningroom table after slipping out to get the morning paper, just reading it while the coffee brewer dripped. It wasn't much longer till Gina slowly woke up herself, with her daughter snuggled against her. She woke up a few times during the night, but smiled and drifted back off to sleep, not wishing to startle her girl. She looked down at the peaceful sight with the gentlest of smiles, placing the hands she had on her into more of an embrace.
"Kim?....Kim, wake up honey. Kim...", she whispered softly, taking one of her paws and stroking it down the topside of Kimberly's tail. She made a quick but small sound, and her tail flicked a few times in her sleep from being petted before she awoke. She looked up, still cuddled against her mother's side.
"Mornin'", Kimberly greeted, still having a bit of her tail stroked gently. Since Gina's arm couldn't reach far, because Kimberly's tail was across the couch, she could only run her paw across the top-most part of her tail to a little farther down, but it still tickled in a gentle motherly way.
"I'm guessing I was comphy?", Gina said softly with a smile, putting her arms around her daughter.
"Yep", the young dragon giggled in reply, nuzzling against her mother while she stretched her tail, giving it a few wags that tapped upon the sofa.
"This is by far the cutest thing I have ever seen", Ron chuckled from his observation spot at the table behind and diagnaly from them. They weren't startled by him, but Kimberly did get off her mom to look over the back of the couch.
"You're up early! Is that coffee I smell?", Gina greeted with a smile, smelling her favorite morning refreshment brewing.
"I thought of you", he said happily, getting out of his chair and putting his paper down two get two mugs.
Kimberly yawned and got up off the couch, stretching her limbs a bit. On her way down to the bathroom, her mother got up off the couch with a stretch of her own. "Kim, get dressed in a little bit for that 'surprise' today. Nicely too!", she said by the time Kimberly got to the hallway. Kimberly nodded with an excited smile, still curious to what this thing was, and continued down the hall.
"Surprise now?", Ron asked curiously, having not heard of this, as he handed her a mug, made just the way she liked it.
"Their aunt Christi and my dad are coming for a visit before Christmas. I'm going to tell them in a little bit, but I thought this would be cool", Gina smirked.
Not too long after, Kimberly got Julia and Craig up for their showers and Gina told them all exactly what the surprise was. Kimberly was pretty damn happy she'd be able to see her aunt again, not to mention Michael. After they were up, Kimberly went back to her room to get dressed, rummaging in her closet for something nice while completely ruling out that dress she just got. She picked a pair of jeans that looked new, having not been faded any, and a shirt the same way. She then put on her necklace and bracelet, along with a tiny dab of Julia's purfume on her neck, just because. Kimberly left her room and went out to the livingroom, taking a seat on the couch next to her channel-surfing brother.
"Hey Kim. Justin wanted me to let you know that Sharon is suffering. Thought you'd like to know that", Craig smirked while flipping through the channels, waiting for his turn to take a shower.
"It's an amusing thought", Kimberly replied, giving a light chuckle as she leaned back a bit and made her tail comfortable.
Kimberly ended up waiting rather impatiently for a few hours, loafing around on that couch. Craig took his shower and her mother took her own, with everyone dressed and ready for company. The only good relatives they had were finally going to pay a visit! It was something she didn't expect, that was for sure, but was pretty happy they were. She'd get to meet Christi's husband too, so today would be enjoyable to say the least. It wasn't known when they would arrive, so Kimberly refrained from going out to play in the full snow, as a light snowfall through the night made a perfect amount of snow for she and Sheila to play in. So she lied on the couch restlessly, wondering why there was nothing good on TV. When a channel does a Christmas special, isn't it supposed to be good? Fat chance...
Ron, being the sneaky guy he was, slipped into his room to wrap his presents while everyone else was busy or waiting. He sat infront of his closet, feeling like he wanted to laugh, wrapping everything he got for his good friends and his girl. He took a roll of wrapping paper Gina left lying out when no one was looking this morning and came down to his room to finish off his little surprise. He made sure to write it's owner's name on the gift, and placed them all into a large mall-sized bag he had kept in the far corner of his closet.
"I can't wait till Christmas-eve now", Ron mumbled happily, getting to his feet and closing his closet doors. His own door opened and Julia came in with a smile.
"Come on out here, no sense being all by yourself", she said in an upbeat way, obviously in a good mood.
"Sounds good to me", Ron smiled back with a nod. On their way down the hallway, they heard a car pull into the driveway, and Kimberly quickly perked up from the couch, stepping over to the kitchen to say 'hi'. Ron and Julia stopped at the end of the hall to look out the diningroom window, and sure enough, it was Christi's car.
"Hi Christi, hi Jake!", Gina greeted the two, once she opened the door for them.
"Hey Gina!", Christi greeted back, stepping in from the snow.
"Aunt Christi!", Kimberly said happily, charging at her with a hug that made her laugh. Her husband Jake came inside carrying Michael and his diaper bag, while Gina closed the door behind him to get rid of the chill.
"Well hi Kimberly", Christi chuckled, hugging back the girl that was obviously glad to see her. "Everybody, this is my husband Jake", she introduced, switching her gaze to the man carrying the pup.
Everyone said their hello, and eventually began to settle in. Gina sat with the two on the couch, and unfortunately they only had seating room for three, so Ron brought the diningroom chairs into the livingroom so Gina's father would have a spot, and so would Craig, Julia, and himself, so they had just enough chairs. Kimberly never minded being on the floor, so it all worked out. Jake turned out to be a funny guy, especially when it came to his little son, so he was quite ok in Kimberly's book. They all sat around talking for about a half hour, until they got a quick knock on the door that answered itself.
"Hey dad!", Gina said from the couch, getting up to give her father a hug.
"Hi Gina. Hi everyone", he greeted, embracing his daughter, before he turned his head to say 'hi' to the other guests and her kids. Gina showed him to his chair, and they all sat down to talk some more. "Your brother is spending Christmas with your mother this year", he said, making a face and rolling his eyes.
"Figures", Gina grumbled, doing the same. Ray and Eliza did end up getting married the day after they left. Many of their guests didn't stay, or were just really pissed about it. Ray never broke ties with his mother, even after knowing what she did to his sister. He turned cold towards Gina, and learned how to be even more annoying from his new wife that now has the last name Trensetter. Like she deserves it!
"It's better they stick to their own crowd anyway", Christi chuckled. She hated her sister after that incident, mostly because her sister went against everyone, and broke ties with many of her own guests. She got tired of putting up with her crap anyway.
"And I don't have to go to any of her stupid get-togethers anymore!", Jake added with a smile, lifting Michael up over his head to play with him.
"I'm just ashamed half my family is corrupt and sick", Gina's father sighed. The divorse came through and he wore no ring any longer, nor did he even speak with the woman he so loved for many years. What she did was unforgivable, and he could never love her again. As for his son, he still tries to keep touch with him, but hates what he had become, being so cold to his sister and her children. With Ray, he was like his mother, and up until that incident, wasn't a bad thing, but sure is now. The dragon does not fall far from the mountain.
"I do feel bad for you....being married so long and breaking apart. What you did for your daughter was commendable though", Ron said lightly, getting butterflies in his stomach for reasons he didn't even know. He just cared that much.
The fifty-five year old man just chuckled. "There is no doubt in my mind I did the right thing, and I deffinately don't regret it. I got one good child out of it!", he said, getting a laugh. The group continued to talk and Michael started to get restless, so Christi gave him to Kimberly for a while, who was very happy to do so. Michael needed someone to play with, and besides, Kimberly loved that little pup. She carried him down to her room and placed him in the big space between the bed and the dresser before she closed the door just a bit. She hopped to the floor and gave the little guy's nose a poke.
"Hello again Michael", she greeted the small dragon that was staring at her attentively. He got to his hands and knees and gave his tail a flick, starting to crawl aimlessly in his exploration of the room. Kimberly sat up and rested her arms on her kness, pulling them close to get comofrtable, as she watched him check out his surroundings.
Ron popped open his car door and got inside, rubbing his chilly paws together once he had the door shut. It was eleven-thirty now, so he had to get over to his parent's house. The worry for his mother came back as he started his car and he sighed, now actually wanting to get over there to see if she was alright. It only took a few minutes to get there as usual, and he got out of his car and went inside without hesitation. His dad was fixing himself lunch in the kitchen, and his mother was flipping through channels on the couch.
"Just the guy I needed!", his father called, even before he got to greet anyone. "Come empty the dishwasher, then run a wash of colored clothes in the garage", he said plainly, grabbing his sandwitch and going into his bedroom. Before Ron would be doing anything he had a question for his mother.
"Hi mom", he greeted as he approcahed. "He hasn't done anything to you has he?", he said low, at almost a growl.
"No honey, I'm quite alright as I said", she smiled to ease his worry, moving her head from side to side to prove she had not been struck. Her eye looked fine now, and there was no welt from yesterday. Ron just smiled back and nodded, happy to have a worry off his chest. He went and did as told, which ended up taking a little while, but he knew it was worth it to be able to make his 'family' happy with the presents he got. It was noon when he kissed his mother goodbye and left, hoping he didn't miss anything back at home.
Christi, after going down to the bathroom, went quietly to Kimberly and Julia's room, peering in to see how Kimberly and Michael were doing. She was far too occupied to notice her, since she was looking somewhat away from the door, playing with Michael. He was quite energetic, crawling around with a bounce of a sort, getting his tiny paws on anything he could. Kimberly gave him Charlie to cuddle with, so they ended up playing with that plush doggie for a while, till the small pup sat down by the closet, looking around curiously while his tail tapped against the shag carpet. By now Jake had wandered over to see what his wife was watching, and Christi shushed him before he could make any noise and motioned for him to watch. Kimberly poked at his tail, which made it wag and him turn around to investigate this, though when he turned, he smacked his own tail against the corner of the open closet door. Michael made a very small pup yelp, rolling it into a wimper, just before he started crying. Jake wanted to go in and lend a hand, but Christi stopped him.
"You poor guy!", Kimberly said softly and sympetheticly, picking the crying baby into her arms. Kimberly sat herself down gently, keeping Michael's head snuggled against her lower chest, and his lower half supported by an elevated knee. She stroked the part of his tail that he hit softly, trying to comfort the little boy almost instictively. "It's alright Michael. No harm done...", she said as softly and motherly as she could, trying to ease his pain. Michael continued to cry into her shirt, being comfortably supported, and started to slow his tears even after just a few moments, while Kimberly shushed and cuddled him close. When his crying became only a sniffle, Kimberly rubbed the impact spot of his tail to get rid of any remaining ache and stroked his back softly, showing him he was loved and had support. Michael lifted his head off her chest and looked up with a curious sound after a moment, even giving his tail another wag. Kimberly looked to him with a smile and placed him gently back onto the carpet, wiping his cheeks with her own shirt.
"I see now why you were on her side after she wrecked your sister's wedding. She's so kind...", Jake whispered into his wife's ear.
Christi made a nod. "That she is. I hate my sister so much for screwing with her and her family", she whispered back in nearly a grumble. With a simple hand motion, the two quietly walked away from the door, leaving Michael to his first-class babysitter.
Once Ron came home, he hung out in the kitchen at Julia's side, to keep himself from being shy around her relatives. He knew them all to be nice, but he still didn't see himself as a part of the family, and didn't belong here. It's something he had to carry with him while he lived with his second family, who was only related to him by being Julia's boyfriend. Though he would rather live here then his own house, which was something he came to admitting to himself, he still felt inner pain from being tossed aside by his father. The other guests were talking in the livingroom still, except for Gina, who was behind them in the kitchen making lunch. Cheese and crackers, along with shrimp. After the wedding, sandwitches are automaticly ruled out as a lunch for get-togethers, as Gina and Christi had enough cold-cuts for a year.
"Aren't you tired of going to your parent's house every morning? You some kind of slave now?", Julia asked with a curious notion, making sure she didn't reveal the reason he was going, and also making sure the question didn't sound insulting.
"Yeah, I am, for both your questions", Ron chuckled a bit. "It's good to see them though, even though I'm not exactly wanted anymore", he sighed.
"Don't fret over it. You have plenty of love here anyways", Julia said softly, giving her big dragon a hug, knowing he needed one. That heart of gold Ron holds dear, seems to hurt him too sometimes.
"Could one of you go get Kimberly and Michael? Lunch is just about ready", Gina asked of the couple as she tried to get the plate of shrimp together, along with a quick cheese burger for Kimberly, since she hates shrimp. Ron hates them too, but he was just going to snack on the crackers.
"I'll take care of it Jul", Ron offered with his usual upbeat tone, walking off for the hallway.
Julia walked to her mother's side. "I wish he woulnd't let himself be jerked around by his parents. If they don't want him anymore, they shouldn't make him go over there every morning", she said rather quietly to keep this private.
"I know what you're saying, but they're still his parents. He's going to love them anyway, no matter if they kicked him out. He's doing what he wants really", her mother whispered back.
Ron tapped on Kimberly's slightly ajar door. "Hey Kim, lunch is ready. Need help with Michael?", he said with a smile, wondering if she needed any help. The two were sitting on the floor playing, and by the looks of it, Michael was having a blast.
"I got it Ron. Thanks", Kimberly smiled back, picking up the happy pup into her arms. Ron went back to the livingroom, and Kimberly made sure Michael was supported comfortably before she began walking. He was just a pile of smiles, apparently very happy to play with her. From what she had seen, he remembered her too. These feelings were something Kimberly had not yet experienced, and wondered if this was something her mother got to feel every single day. It must be wonderful, she thought as she left her room with the little dragon quietly in her arms. He tapped his tail lightly against the arm supporting it and gripped her shirt with a paw, just for the sake of grabbing something.
"Hi Michael! Aren't you a happy guy!", Christi said in a cheery way, lifting him out of Kimberly's arms once she brought him to her. He made a small noise, apparently sad that his fun was over, going limp and sulky in his mother's lap on the couch. Christi sure noticed this, but was sure he'd perk back up in a minute. He was a baby afterall, and attention spans were pretty short. "You take great care of him Kimberly", she complimented, feeling like she still wan't giving her enough credit for her remarkable skill.
"Thanks. He's really sweet", Kimberly smiled almost embarassedly, adding a compliment of her own.
"Don't be so modest, Michael is rarely this happy and well behaved. I also don't know anyone else who can get him to stop crying in only a few seconds. You'd make a perfect mom", Christi fully admitted.
Now that really did make her blush. "He's just a cute pup, and he's a joy to take care of. You're really lucky. I'm guessing you watched me for a bit?", she replied with, taking a gander to how she knew about him crying.
"Yeah, I peeked in to watch you two play. By the way...", Christi smiled, before reaching a hand into her pocket, while the other kept Michael in her lap. She pulled out her wallet and whipped out a bill, holding it between two fingers out to Kimberly. A fifty dollar bill. "For your babysitting for me during the wedding, and doing such a good job", she said in a proud way.
Kimberly was plain shocked. "I can't accept this, no way!", she tried to decline. She didn't want anything at all for babysitting, and most certainly not that much!
"Then call it a well earned Christmas gift. Save it, you never know when a little cash'll help", Christi tried to persuade lightly. She knew her niece deserved this.
Kimberly thought for a moment, still very reluctant, till she eased up. She jumped on her aunt with a big hug, making sure not to get Michael in the middle. "Thank you aunt Christi! I'll save it", she relented, taking the fifty into paw. She kissed her aunt on the muzzle and skipped off to put it away safely. Once she went off, Michael whined, making a gesture with his paw in her direction that seemed more sad and desperate the longer she wasn't at his side.
"She'll be right back Michael", she reassured her little boy, cuddling him into her lap. She felt bad that he would again lose his friend...he really liked Kimberly. If she had a babysitter of her quality, things would be great.
"That's pretty cute. We'll have to make sure he visits more often, huh?", Jake chuckled from her side, playing with his son's tail, which made his attention switch yet again.
"I'm sure they would both like that", Gina's father smiled from his chair.
"Shrimp and crackers", Gina announced with an accent to be amusing, placing the two plates down onto her coffee table. Everyone started to dig into her snacks, while she went back to the kitchen for Kimberly's lunch. Kimberly came back into the livingroom and sat down beside the coffee table just in time to be greeted with a cheese burger.
"Thanks ma'", she thanked for having a special lunch prepared. Shrimp tasted pure nasty, so this was quite a kind thing for her mom to do.
Their day steadily progressed into evening, while they all loafed around the warm home talking and gossiping about the evil side of the family. Kimberly helped keep Michael busy a part of the time while they talked, placing him next to her to play. Gina made lasagna for dinner, and it was a hit, even with her upper-class guests. Christi and Jake didn't have Italian often, and they found her cooking to be 'divine'. Once the sun began to set, it was time for Christi and her family to head home so they could give Michael his bath and put him to bed. Michael already looked passed out by now, exhausted from his day. Everyone said their goodbyes, except for Kimberly, who followed them out to their car.
"It was great seeing you again Kimberly, and I'm sure Michael appreciated all the attention", Christi told her with a smile while they walked down the front walkway to their car, while she carried the tuckered out pup in her arms.
"It was good to see you too", she replied with a soft happiness, giving her aunt a kiss. "Bye Michael", Kimberly then said, giving the tired Michael a kiss on the side of his muzzle.
"And it was nice meeting you and your family. The official Eliza hating group!", Jake said sincerely, before he started laughing from his little remark.
Kimberly smiled, refraining from laughing while she said goodbye. Didn't want to make this anymore painful now. "You too. Come by whenever you feel like. Love ya'!", she told her uncle, switching to all of them while Jake got into the drivers seat and Christi had gotten Michael strapped in his seat.
"Bye!", Christi and Jake called while they left the driveway. Kimberly walked back up her walkway with a wave, sad to see them go, but happy enough that she got to see them anyway.
After Gina tidied up the place and cleaned everything after dinner and all, she went and got her coat from her room and went out to the back porch, where her father had been for a little bit now. He greeted her with a smile, as she closed the door and looked into the night sky.
"I was wondering when you'd come looking for me", he chuckled. "I thought me and you should talk alone for a while....I'm sorry you went through everything you did, and I thought we should talk about your mother. I still don't know everything, and I think I should be there for you now, since I wasn't there for you then...", he said a little more solumnly. The night had just come, and it was very calm. No breeze, no clouds. The wintery weather had gone through, leaving a dry cold air and a sky of stars that were barely drained out of their vision by Gina's porch light. The blinds on the back door were closed, and they had their privacy. Gina made a little sigh and walked to the edge of the concrete slab of her back porch, not wanting to sit at her table like her dad was, and gazed up into the stars.
"It's cold tonight. A...strange cold.....and these stars...I remember them", Gina said, crossing her arms, until the most abnormal feeling came over her. Her body trembled, and not just from the cold.
Her father made a confused sound, wondering what his daughter was talking about. "What do you mean?", he asked curiously.
Gina's eyes stayed fixed upon those shining stars, almost like they were talking to her. "These stars and this cold....something happened to me today. Yes, I remember...three days before Christmas. I had a dream while I was at Eliza's wedding, after I had seen mom again after so long. I saw myself in our basement, being caned by mother....it was horrible to even watch, and I was glad my daughter woke me up...I was afraid it would go one day further, to today", she muttered and said in a subdued way. Her father got up from his seat and walked to her side with a look of near fright, seeing her stare into the sky blankly. He woke up a memory...
"Gina?..", he said lightly, worried about her. She gave no responce to anything, like she wasn't even here anymore.
Gina giggled at the stars in a creepy way. "Even after everything I got a day before, as soon as you left for work, she came into my room and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me off the floor while I was playing, dragging me to where I was scared to go. Straight to the basement with her look of anger, and me being pulled along, trying not to trip while I whined in fright.....I didn't bother begging, I knew she was going to punish me for being bad...but I only made a little mistake, and I said I was sorry...that never stopped her. I didn't mean to make her mad, it was an accident...why didn't she let it go...", she continued blankly with tears in her eyes, though she was silent in her breathing, with no sobs or anything like it.
"Honey? It's ok, please..", her father tried to say softly, wanting to hold his traumatized girl, but was afraid to touch her while she was in this trance.
"Once we were downstairs, in the cold chamber I knew for different reasons, she ordered all my clothes off and slapped me when I wasn't going fast enough. She grabbed me by my tail, pulling me backwards into the center area, while I stumbled to keep upright. I wouldn't be standing long anyway, as she grabbed her broom handle off the table and slammed it into my right thigh....I remember screaming and falling to my knees, till it struck again upon my back with all it's force, sending me to the floor, where I writhed and bawled with my screams as she beat me till I couldn't move. She stood over my bruised body, grabbing my tail, covered with bruises on it's sides and topside, and pulled it up onto my back all the way, putting her foot down hard on my tail and back to hold it there, keeping the underside of it up. She...took the broom handle into both her hands and brought it clear behind her back, before she swung it down as hard as she could onto the underside base of my tail...do you know how much that hurt?....I screamed and cried, but I couldn't move while she kept beating the underside of my tail into dark bruises, hitting a little farther then just that part of my tail, but I'm sure she did that on purpose....once she got tired of that, she picked me up by my neck, knowing I'd have to use my own battered body to support my weight, and bent me over a stand we had down there. She tied my paws up and my legs to the stand, as well as pulling my tail up and tying it to my back by my neck. Even though my insane tears, I begged and pleaded with her, that I was sorry and had enough....I could barely move as it was and...I was covered in bruises, everywhere. It hurt to breathe....my god, why didn't I pass out...why did I keep breathing...", Gina described, letting silent tears stream down her cheeks, as she began to tremble, and her voice got quieter.
Her father was sick to his stomach. He was scared, and couldn't bare to hear this, noticing his own hands were shaking. "Please, calm down honey...snap out of it...", he said in nearly a whisper, feeling his own eyes drip.
"Mom pulled a switch she cut recently...she'd even carved it till it was whippy...just for something like this. My pleas went unanswered, and she just whipped my already black and blue tail base. The lashes kept coming, no matter how much it hurt or I cried....I could feel the trickle of blood when she cut my tail open, and kept on going. By the time she had finished, the complete underside of my tail base was a bloody mess, and I had cried myself so horse I couldn't speak, and my breaths sounded like wheezes. I trembled and wimpered with my eyes wide open...then she untied all three bonds and nearly drug me to the corner, tossing me to the ground and tying my right wrist to the pipe, finally leaving....have you ever felt what sitting on a giant, swollen, bloody wound felt like? I was so limp, and had nothing left, I couldn't even sob anymore. I would stay there until I came to from the haze, and the pain of my tail base would increase ten- fold....then I'd put my tail between my legs and lean back to sit on the topside of it, to get the weight off my painstricken tail....it hurt to sit at all, but what was worse, was that right before me was my bloody tail...there was no way I couldn't look at it, feeling the stickyness of drying blood. Cold, wet, tired, naked....I'd stay there for hours in the very dim light from the basement window. That night I looked up through the window....and...saw the stars.....I shivered and let my tears flow gently, wondering if there was happiness in those soft stars, seemingly smiling at the world....would they smile if they knew about the forgotten girl?...", Gina went on in her trance, having her voice get a little shaky once she mentioned the stars. She trembled and fell to her hands and knees, bawling hard with her mouth open. Her father quickly knelt to her level and placed his paw on her back, rubbing it reassuringly, while he quietly cried himself. Hearing something like that about your own girl...the one you love...was like nothing before.
"Gina I'm so sorry I didn't know, I'm sorry..", he said like a plea, with his own teary voice.
Gina eased off her crying, trying to speak. "I hate remembering things like that! I can't take it...", she said while crying. Her dad helped her to her feet and sat her down gently into the seat he was sitting in. He hoped her children were off doing things, becuase they didn't need to see their good hearted mother like this. She was in so much anguish. "Why did she always hurt me?!...I tried to be good, I tried!" , she bawled, holding her head up with her paws to her cheeks.
"You were a good girl!", her father tried to assure.
"She hated me...Ray could have done no wrong, but she hated me...I was always no good! Dirty useless girl!", Gina cried. "I only wanted to be loved!! Why?!...why did she hate me...I...only wanted love...", she broke down completely. Her father couldn't stand seeing her like this, but there was nothing he could do. She had to take what her mind dished, and it was time he knew. She cried hard into her paws, keeping her body still. "Last night, Kimberly sat on the couch next to me and snuggled against my side....I put my arms around her to keep her comphy, and we fell asleap that way, and she stayed cuddled against me all night....why couldn't I have love like that...it's not fair...I was a little girl who was hated by the one she wanted to love...beatings instead of hugs....I wanted love...she didn't love me!", she said once her crying lightened, only to make it come back. Gina's father knelt down a bit and put his arms around her tight.
"She can't hurt you or anyone else....I'm sorry your childhood was like that, I'm so sorry....I wish you had the courage to tell me what was going on to you...", he whispered to her, franticly appologetic.
"I did my best to hide all of it from you, by wearing those big dresses and things....I didn't want to hurt you, and I knew mom would beat me again..", Gina sobbed in reply, completely out of her trance. Her father held her and wouldn't let go...she needed a parent's love...like the love she so lacked when she was but a child.
"Let it all out honey....the memories hurt, but you'll feel better after telling me", he told her, taking his voice back to his fatherly one. He knelt down a little more and placed his hands over hers, removing them from her cheeks gently, while she turned her head and looked into his eyes. "I'm always here for you, and I always have been. I love you, and so does your children and good friends. Share your pain with me, I deserve to take the weight of your torment from you. Daddy will always be there for his daughter", he told her lovingly, reassuring her that she was not alone.
Gina ran the back of her right paw across her eyes and threw her arms around her father, still crying a bit. "I love you too!", she said through her tears. Their embrace lasted till she calmed and her father got up to his feet. He took two of Gina's porch chairs and put them side by side on the edge of the porch. His daughter sat down next to him, and he looked up into the sky. She followed his lead, scanning her eyes over the stary winter sky.
"The stars do smile...you have not been forgotten", he said with a small smile of his own. Gina just looked quietly up at the stars, unknowing of what to say. "Thank you for telling me your past, though it hurt so much, having that memory come back...", he said appreciatively, feeling some closure to his curiosity of her past.
"You had to know, and I had to know...", Gina sighed with her bloodshot eyes. Her crying had stopped, but she was quite tired now. "I needed to have my secret shared...with you. Along with your love and care, I feel somewhat relieved. You finally know...", she said lightly, giving a relenting sigh.
"I have always been proud of you, and you grew up to be smart, kind, and raised three wonderful children on your own", her dad complimented. "Everything will be fine. The past is the past, and the future can only have more love", he found to reassure her.
Gina looked down from the stars and looked to her father, actually smiling happily. "Thanks dad. I love you so much..", she said softly. They sat there for a while longer together, talking about different things, while they let the past sink back to where it came. While the past was 'accepted', they could move on. After they spoke and laughed for a while, they got up and hugged eachother goodbye. They went inside and Gina called down the hall to come say goodbye to their grandpa.
"Bye grandpa!", Kimberly said when she rushed out of the hallway, clasping onto him with a hug.
"Bye grandpa", Julia walked up next, giving him a kiss.
"See ya' grandpa", Craig said to him, giving him a quick hug too.
"Take care John", Ron wished him, settling for a handshake.
The dragon chuckled once he got to the front door. "Love you all!", he said with a smile as he left. Gina watched him go with a smile and a wave, gently comforted by his love, even when he wasn't here. Everyone hung around for a while longer, with Gina lying on the couch watching TV, along with Julia and Ron, while Kimberly relaxed in her bed and Craig listened to his stereo. By ten, everyone had left for bed, tired from such a day, and they still had to go tree hunting tomorrow. Sleep came easy for everyone, especially Gina.
Though she slept well, Gina woke up at seven and couldn't sleep anymore. She felt full of energy, and her mind was occupied with thoughts of everything. Her past, her present, her future. Her father's words helped her through something that tore at her insides. Keeping a secret from your loving parent for more then twenty-five years, and finally releacing it, gave her a new peace of mind. Julia had grown into a fine adult, and was almost eightteen. Craig cares about everyone, and though he may make the occational mistake, he was quite the guy. Kimberly turned her whole life around to help everyone in the family, becoming her pride and joy. Gina's life was a success, and her mother was wrong, and always had been. Her children had all the love she wanted when she was little, and never had to face the fears and hurt she did, which told the world of Gina's triumph over her hell. Gina smiled and got out of bed with a spring, giving her big tail a happy flick. Today was the day her family would get a tree and decorate the place, getting into the festivities of Christmas. Tomorrow night they'd all get together and open their gifts, having fun together as they always would, and with Ron too. She got dressed and went out to the kitchen to make her morning coffee and to wait and see who woke up next.
It took a while, but everyone soon got up and got dressed. Julia, Craig, and Kimberly were going to head out with her to get their tree, while Ron had to unfortunately go to his parent's house. Julia wasn't happy about him missing this event, but she relented none the less, as she understood his reasons. The two cars left at the same time around ten- thirty, headed off to their own destinations.
"So where are we going?", Kimberly asked, tapping her foot on the car's carpet.
"There's a place about fifteen minutes from here that sells Christmas trees, I thought we'd go there", Gina explained while she kept her eyes on the morning traffic.
"Remember everyone, don't feel sympethetic for the little tree, buy it, and piss your friends off because you got a useless sapling", Julia said in a jokingly serious way, making a smirk at the end.
Ron tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while he drove, listening to the radio instead of his whistling. He felt like a little kid, not wanting to wait for Christmas any longer. He knew they'd all have fun and there was always his 'surprise' of secretly kept presents for his second family. When he reached his parent's house and got out of the car, he regretted being there, missing out on being with the others. Being a slave as Julia put it, wasn't the best thing he could be doing right now. His father was outside, scraping ice off his car, and apparently seemed happy he had came. That wasn't a good sign.
"Grab a shovel and clear out this bit of snow so the car can get out", his father told him to do while he kept scraping the car windows.
"Alright", Ron said in his usual way, though he was pretty annoyed. Being a slave got old fast.
Gina parked the car in the small parking field of this area that had a whole bunch of trees for sale. She and her kids got out of the car and smelled nothing but pine and other tree smells, walking through the enterance to the fenced off area. Trees sitting in rows, with all different sizes and fullness. Gina and Craig looked around closely for one that looked nice and would fit on top of the car, while Kimberly and Julia trailed behind, talking to eachother.
"You and Michael were cute yesterday. You must like little kids a lot", Julia told her sister, sluggishly walking along side of her.
"Yeah. No plushie could ever beat the real thing, watching him play and look around all curiously. He's still trying to understand the world and figure things out, all the while sucking his finger and tapping his tail against everything", Kimberly smiled, rubbing her paws against the insides of her pockets. This place looked really Christmasy, having all the snow on the trees and ground, along with a clear winter's sky, though this meant it was a little nippy for a dragon.
"Any thoughts about your own children while you took care of him?", Julia curiously smirked, looking to hear about her future dreams. Every little girl thought about growing up and having a family of their own with the perfect husband, and it wasn't actually something Julia had brought up with her little sister before, so she had no idea what she thought about it.
Kimberly hummed in thought, watching the snowy ground as she walked. "I have wondered what my kids would be like. A boy or a girl, what they would do with their lives....I like thinking about that sort of thing", she said lightly and low, apparently thinking about the subject again in her head. "What do you think of little kids?", she then asked herself.
"After dealing with you growing up, I don't know anymore", Julia laughed, getting a small look from her sister.
"Funny, but I don't think your kids will be setting your house on fire for any science fair projects", Kimberly said in a more humorous way, actually making a joke from her past. That was something she wasn't comfortable to do a while ago.
"Kimberly Syndrome, that's what it'll be called", Julia snickered, stopping a ways behind her mother and brother while they evaluated a tree.
"It'll be fun, watching our kids grow up and play together. Auntie Julia and auntie Kimberly", Kimberly smiled, getting a giggle from thinking of what their kids would be calling them in the future.
"Hey you two, what do you think of this one?", Craig called to them from next to a tree, just a few steps from their spot. Kimberly and Julia walked to Craig and their mother's side, just taking a look at the tree.
"It's green and it's a tree. Suits me fine", Julia answered first, with her usual humor.
"I like it", Kimberly answered plainly, feeling the needles.
"Great. I'll go get a sales-person and we can get this thing out of here", Gina said happily, walking off down the aisle of trees to find someone. Kimberly sat down in the snow to rest her feet and Julia followed suit, so that they may keep talking a little longer.
"I think that would be cool too, being close aunts with eachother's kids", Julia said on a happy note, pondering the idea of it herself now.
Craig sat down on the other side of Kimberly, wondering what they were talking about. "What are you two going on about?", he asked with a curious smile, cutting into their chat.
"Craig, what have you thought of the future?", Kimberly asked him with a small smile, rather asking the question that explaining.
"Not anything really", he replied, not quite getting it.
Gina came back down the aisle, and the three got back up. "That was fast, I've already paid for it. Craig, grab that end, I'll get this one", she said, looking to take their tree out to the car.
Now that Craig had taken a few steps away, Julia spoke to her sister quietly. "He won't be thinking about that till he has a girlfriend", she told her quietly with a snicker. Kimberly replied with a smile and a snicker of her own, heading over to help carry the Christmas tree out to the car and tie it.
Ron took a look at the clock hanging on the garage wall and growled, knowing his good friends were returning home about now, and he was still slaving out in this cold. He didn't know he could sweat in this chilly air, but trying to shovel so much snow in such a little time was quite the workout. The driveway was done now, but his dad wanted salt poured down on the rest of the driveway to get rid of any remaining ice. To his surprise, his mother came into the garage carrying a mug of hot chocolate.
"I thought you might need something warm", his mom smiled, handing it to her actually shivering son.
"Thanks ma'. So there has been no problems with you and dad?" , he thanked, wondering of her well being.
"Nope. I told you it was only temporary, you shouldn't worry. Oh, and you don't have to come tomorrow morning or Christmas morning, we'll be out ok?", she smiled reassuringly, remembering to tell him that he wasn't needed for a bit.
"Alright", Ron replied with a nod, taking a few gulps of the hot chocolate. She went back inside and Ron flicked his numb tail a few times to warm it, hoping what she said was true. There were no markings he could see, but the worry wouldn't disappear that quickly, as he knew how much of a jerk his father was. Ron quickly finished his mug, placing it on top of a box before he grabbed the bag of salt, so he could finish this job and leave, to be with his girl and the family he lived with and loved. Even though he wasn't a direct member of their family, he was still a part of it, and they even thought that, so he really wanted to go back to his home and spend his holiday time with those who wanted him more.
Gina and Craig had quite the time moving things in the livingroom for the tree. They decided to put it in the left corner, opposite of the TV, so they could sit on the couch and infront of it, still within the tree's vicinity. All of Gina's Christmas light strands had blown, to her frustration, but it wasn't too big of a loss. Kimberly had taken the box of ornaments out of the garage, placing them about with a small stepping stool she needed to reach the upper part of the tree. It still had some snow on it, but that made it look nice for the time being. Ron had gotten home shortly ago, so Julia was off talking with him, as he wasn't too happy about playing slave. Kimberly didn't mind working alone for the time being, but she wished her brother would finally hang up the phone and give her a hand. Apparently he was talking to Justin and things were mending back to normal for him again, so she just let him talk without rushing him any. She really didn't know where her mom was, but Kimberly could only guess she was working on the Christmas gifts again or something while she and the others were busy. Grabbing a decorated glass sphere from the box, she got back on her stepping stool and placed it up high on the tree, giving it a slight poke before she hopped down for another. To her sudden startle, the doorbell rang, and she bounded off for the door, seeing there wasn't anyone else around to answer it. With a flick of the wrist, she opened the door and was surprised by what she found on the other side, but tried not to look it.
"Umm, we made these for you", said the timid voice of Sharon, holding out a paper plate of home made Christmas cookies. Kimberly smiled a bit and took the plate into her paws, looking at Sharon's mother and the seemingly shy Sharon.
"Thank you", Kimberly said truthfully, keeping her eyes set on both Sharon and her mother, and not just one.
"I thought we should do something as a kind gesture after what happened. Now, I think Sharon here has something she wants to say", her mother said with a smile, before looking down to her daughter, making her tone of voice have the hint of command in it.
Sharon sighed and lowered her head a bit, shifting her foot and tail. "I'm sorry", she said lightly and maybe a little sadly, actually like she meant it. Kimberly wasn't sure if that was possible, but it looked like it.
"Thanks you two, I appreciate it", Kimberly smiled, knowing this was a nice thing Sharon's mom did, and hey, Sharon needed some credit too.
"You're welcome Kimberly. Merry Christmas", Sharon's mom said in a happy way, ready to return to her car with her daugher.
"Bye. Merry Christmas to you both", Kimberly told them in just as happy of a manner while the two walked back to their car. She thought she'd add Sharon to her merry Christmas wishing, just because she sounded truthful enough for now. Apparently she didn't like having her tail swatted, and Kimberly couldn't blame her for trying to repent after just one dose. She closed the door, enveloping herself in the heat of their house once again. She put the cookies on the kitchen counter, and made sure to grab one while she was at it.
"Kim, was that Sharon?", Craig asked while still on the phone with Justin, so she sorta guessed who actually asked that.
"Yep", she just sorta smiled, taking a bite of the tree shaped sugar cookie, still soft and tasty. Wanting to tell her mother about this little happening, she went to her door to see if she really was doing something secretive, but actually found it open a crack. She pushed it open quietly, finding her mother lying on her back on her bed, just relaxing.
"Oh, hi Kim", she said in her relaxed voice, though Kimberly noticed a certain tone within it that meant she was thinking about something.
"Thinking about something?", Kimberly asked, crawling onto her mother's bed and lying down beside her, within the space on the big bed that would normally be occupied by a husband.
Gina could have giggled at her daughter bouncing her way onto the bed, but was busy pondering about how to reply to her daughter's curiosity. "My dad and I had a talk about how things were when I was little, so I'm just scanning over his comforting words", she used to explain, hiding her traumatic episode. Kimberly didn't need to have that burdon of sadness right before Christmas.
"Glad you're happy then", Kimberly smiled with her head on one of her mom's pillows, while the tip of her tail tapped quietly against the matress.
Having her little girl here was making her thoughts change a little bit, thinking about her and the other two children. "I'm sorry for spanking you with a ruler when you were younger. I really saw no other choice. I didn't want to hurt you, and it always hurt me..", Gina told Kimberly, thinking about the same subject with her own kids.
Kimberly was surprised to hear that, but she appreciated being told that, even though she didn't hold anything against her mother. "I was a bitch who cussed at you, stole from you, and lit things on fire. I can't blame you for a swat", she giggled, comfortable and acceptant of her past. She knew she would have tried anything to get her child to not be a criminal, even if it was the last thing she would ever do.
Her mother laughed for a moment, finding her candid attitude to be humorous. "That helps me even more Kim, thanks", Gina smiled to her happy daughter.
"That was Sharon and her mom at the door a minute ago. They brought Christmas cookies and an appology, and the cookies are good too!", Kimberly let her mom know, wagging a bit more of her tail, as the small tip muscles were getting tired.
"Well that was nice of them. I better get up and have some", she said in a joyful way, slipping out of bed with a small surge of pent up energy. Kimberly bounced off the bed too, joining her mother.
"Wanna help me with the tree too?", Kimberly said in a excited way, as she really did want someone to spend time with her decorating the tree. Wasn't as fun without someone else.
"Sure thing", her mother said in her happy motherly way, leaving the room with her daughter just behind, ready to grab a cookie and get to work.
"I'd get tired of being used like that too, but you just need to hang in there for the rest of our vacation", Julia tried to cheer her Ron up, as he was feeling down about being used. He and she were sitting on Julia's bed, just talking about the whole thing, as it was bothering him a lot.
"I know he wants me to earn my insurance money, but he could at least be kind about it....he acts like he doesn't love me at all anymore", Run sighed, speaking in a sad tone.
"What does he say and do?", Julia asked out of curiosity. Maybe she could help him put a few pieces of this together for him.
"He says little, and what he does say is bacicly a command to have me do his work. No friendly hello, no thank you, no I love you. The jobs he gives me are either trivial or just exhausting. Do you know what it's like for a not bundled up dragon, shoveling a driveway of snow, then walking around with a heavy bag of salt? I'm busting and freezing my tailbase for someone who doesn't give a shit about me at all...", he explained, a little more irritated then sad.
"Well you don't have to do anything for the next two days. Just talk to him when you go back on Sunday, see if you can get some fatherly love out of him", Julia thought to say, just to lift the weight of this off his shoulders so they could go have fun. He didn't need such crap at a nice time of year!
They all went to bed that night thinking of the next evening, when they'd all sit down as a family and enjoy their Christmas-eve. Ron was especially tingled by the thought, wanting to make his "foster" family happy and spend some good time with them. Tomorrow would be the day! Naturally he woke up first that morning, getting out of bed with a stretch and a quick peek into his closet to look into the bag of his presents. Now he really did feel like a giddy little dragon, but one that wanted to give and not recieve. It was eight and he couldn't keep his tail still, so he just wandered out to the livingroom and flicked on the TV, keeping the volume low while he watched the Christmas classic 'It's a Wonderful Life'. He just watched the TV with an excited smile, quietly shifting his tail a few times on the couch.
"How can you watch that movie?", Kimberly said in a tone that suggested she didn't like that film, coming from the hall and stopping behind the couch, nearly making Ron jump.
"Oh, heya Kim. What's wrong with 'It's a Wonderful Life'?", Ron replied in his startle, wondering why she didn't like it.
"This movie is frickin' depressing!", she answered, leaning over the back of the couch at Ron's side, making a conversation about this.
"How do you mean? He finds life to be wonderful!", Ron nearly chuckled.
"Yeah right, this movie is hard to watch. The ice accident, the pharmisist that makes his ear bleed, all the crap with the town", Kimberly said to defend her beliefs.
Ron hummed in thought. "You know, this movie is depressing isn't it?", he said in a candid way, realizing she was kinda right.
Kimberly laughed quietly, leaning off the back of the couch. "I'm gonna pop a bagel into the toaster, you want one too?", she announced and offered, setting off for the kitchen.
"Sure Kim, thanks", Ron replied in a very appreciative way, finding that to be a nice thing for her to offer. He laughed in his head, knowing he had a kind gesture of his own for her later. Knowing she was sorta right about that movie, and he had seen it ten times already, he started flipping through the channels to find something better. It took a few minutes, but he did find another movie and Kimberly, and he got his breakfast too.
The household woke up with a lighter attitude and a sense of comfort, knowing Christmas-eve was only hours away. Everyone would be staying in today, and would enjoy eachother's company in the warmth and high spirits of their home. Window ledges of white snow and an air of winter mist, sending a comforting shroud over all the homes and all those we reside within them, embracing the warmth of their family and friends. Whether Christmas day or Christmas-eve is special to you is no matter, for the love you share with others at this time of happiness is no different. Infront of the TV, in their comphy room, or just in the presense of their family, the day progressed into the evening, when the sun was setting and the night was about to begin. The livingroom was already filled with everyone, just hanging out and snacking, and when night fell, it was time.
"Well, why don't we get started? Kim, could you grab Julia's and Ron's and pass them up here?", Gina said in her happy way, asking to have the two's gifts passed to the couch, since Kimberly was on the floor and Craig wasn't far away either.
"Sure!", Kimberly said in a childish glee, making a slide to the tree and grabbing the four that were theirs, handing them to the two.
"I knew you'd get me something", Ron sighed with a slight chuckle, taking the two presents from Kimberly while Julia took hers.
Gina finally got to watch her kids and her special guest open what she got for them, and she was pretty happy with the result. Kimberly was overjoyed to finally have a book that focused completely on dragons, and the art supplies could help her make sketches from the photograhs in the book. Everyone was happy to find she got Monopoly, especially Ron and Julia. Julia got that pile of new clothes she wanted, and she thought that gold chain bracelet was cute and modest. As for Ron, he couldn't be happier to finally have a new jacket that was a bit warmer, after being in the freezing cold shoveling snow and all. The picture of the two Gina had enlarged and framed made him, and Julia too, silently happy. It was taken shortly after they came back from Eliza's wedding, taken while they were sitting underneath a tree at the park together. It was a perfect picture, and they looked like the cutest couple. Ron would treasure this always. Craig had been curious of what the big box by the tree had in store, and cheered in laughter at the joy of what he found. His stereo would have four speakers now, and Ron could help him set up the wiring. Gina did want something more special then that, but just seeing him happy was the point, and she'd get a computer later. Once everyone had finished, and Kimberly was already flipping through her new book, it was time for Ron to unveil his own surprise. | FSE |
Title: Friend of the Family
Tags: street jim, sally nice, sally big, jim sally, alan knew, heard sally, alan eyes, man touch, alan still, looked alan
Alan's mother, Nora, had retired to a gated community to golf away her twilight years. Her comfortable home was across the street from Jim and Sally. They had been so nice to Nora when she moved in, shortly after the death of her husband, Alan's dad. Jim was a retired banker who married late in life. He was in his late 70's now, while Sally was in her early 50's. He was a tall slim southern gentleman. She was a short bubbly blonde who was aging gracefully. She stayed active enough to look a few years younger than she was. She was devoted to Jim.
Alan visited his mother a couple of times a year. She usually had a list of chores for him that she had saved up since his last visit. At 45 Alan still felt a son's obligation to work around the house for his mom. And she was always so grateful. A time or two she had asked him to go across the street to help Jim with some heavy lifting or other task that needed a young man's strength. Alan had noticed Sally always stood by keeping an eye so that Jim didn't overdo it, he assumed. So it was no surprise when Nora asked Alan to go across the street to help out Sally with some chore or other.
Sally greeted Alan warmly and invited him in. She had a few boxes of Christmas ornaments to be moved to an upstairs storage room. Alan moved the boxes in a few minutes. Sally insisted that he stay for some coffee. As he sat at the kitchen table and watched Sally prepare the coffee, for the first time in many years of knowing her, he began to see her as a woman, and not just his mother's neighbor. She wore a baggy sweatsuit, but as she moved, bending down to get the mugs, stretching up to get the coffee, Alan could tell that Sally had a nice shape. He smiled to himself when he saw her large breasts sway beneath the bulk sweatshirt. She was no wasp-waisted supermodel, but she had a shapely form that seemed built for comfort. Sally had a cheery, smiling manner and easily made light chit-chat as she prepared the coffee, balancing questions about Alan's recent separation with details of how Jim's health had been in decline recently. In fact, she said, he was in the hospital at that time for an overnight treatment, which he required more and more these days. Alan couldn't help but wonder whether this vital woman still had 'needs' and how long it must have been since Jim was able to fulfill those 'needs'.
As Sally finally sat down with the coffee service for two, she might have been reading his mind. She started reflecting on the age gap between her husband and herself. It had been romantic for a young lady to capture the heart of a mature successful man. She had enjoyed Jim's polite, courtly manners and the lifestyle he provided was luxurious. Jim had been a romantic, if busy man. As time went on, he became busier and had less time for Sally. When retirement came, Jim was in decline physically and still seemed to find so much to do besides being there for his wife. For her part, Sally had reconciled herself that she could live on his affection, if not physical presence, and busied herself with the house and entertaining and golf.
As she spoke, Alan couldn't help but 'connect the dots'. Here he was, alone and available. His social life had not exactly taken off when his wife left. And here was a woman he realized was attractive and practically begging for a man's touch. Surely, this was all in his mind. His horniness must be overriding his common sense. This was a friend of his mother, maybe ten years older than he. And she was married to a nice old guy who Alan knew and liked. He thought that it was probably for the best to let this opportunity, if that's what it was, pass. He smiled and nodded politely as Sally talked.
When the coffee was gone, Alan excused himself and stood to leave. As Sally walked him to the door, she suddenly remembered one more thing she needed Alan to do for her upstairs. He followed her undulating rear up the stairs. She led him into the bedroom and Alan felt like he was going to have to say something about respecting Jim too much to do anything. Before he could, Sally showed him a pile of shoeboxes and asked him to move them to a high shelf in her closet. Alan obliged. Sally disappeared for a minute and then reappeared, now wrapped in a sheer kimono-style wrap. She lay on the bed and looked up at Alan.
As he turned from the putting the last box in the closet he saw Sally reclined on the bed against large pillows. Her legs were exposed and looked soft, creamy smooth and inviting. Sally big breasts were visible through the sheer fabric. Alan could see large dark circles capping each mound. Sally patted the space next to her. Alan froze. The moment seemed to last forever. Sally ran a finger down her front, parting the wrap, revealing much of her breasts and a neatly trimmed pubic mound. Alan was still frozen. Sally wondered if she had made a fool of herself. Not knowing what Alan's response would be, she decided that she needed to do something. She began to finger herself. Her eyes were locked on the stunned Alan. Alan's eyes were focused on her two fingers rubbing small circles at the base of the little patch of downy brown hair. His eyes widened. Sally needed to cum and at this point she had stopped caring what would follow her release. She continued to consume Alan with her eyes and pushed a finger inside her pussy.
Alan had never seen a woman masturbate. His ex had never been too sexual and what sexlife they used to have was always quick, quiet and in the dark. He was just paralyzed with indecision. She had gone past a point of no return. Should he? He couldn't think. It was animal instinct that controlled him. He found himself rubbing the hard lump in his jeans openly. When he saw Sally's smile at this, he unzipped his fly and his cock sprang out. He stroked it slowly.
Finally Sally broke the silence.
"Alan, I know this feels strange. But Jim hasn't been able to make love to me in years. He used to ask me to leave him to find a younger man. He told me to find someone but not to tell him. He knows I have needs. He even suggested I seduce you, but I guess I didn't succeed at that. Alan, it's been so long since I felt what I need. I need a man's touch; I need to service a man's needs. Please take me and use me, make love to me, fuck me, hurt me, anything you want, but please come here."
Alan could feel her need add to his own. He was drawn to her side. Standing beside the bed, his big cock straining, Alan was in a trance. Sally stared at his hardon as if she had never seen one.
"Ooo, so hard." He felt her breath on his stiffness. Her hand encircled it softly, slowly, as in a dream. She stroked it gently at first, and then, as the heat inside her rose, more purposefully. Sally looked up at Alan with a loving smile. She undid his jeans and pushed them to the floor. Returning to his cock she stroked it with both hands. She shivered each time her hand made contact with his warm stiff meat. She pulled his boxer shorts down and he stepped out of them. Alan slipped off his shirt and stood before his mother's friend naked and hard. Sally's wrap had all but slipped off as she undressed Alan.
"Get this off," Alan heard himself say. Sally immediately complied, smiling up at him. She raised herself up pushing forward her big boobs and sucking in her stomach. She looked so much better naked than she did in that sweatsuit or any of her other clothes. Alan cupped each big breast in turn, weighing and squeezing each one. Her nearly white skin contrasted the deep dark ruby red of her aureole and small, stiff nipples.
Sally returned to her worship of his cock. She caressed its length and stroked it. It was as if she had never seen a cock before. They both would have been happy to let her stroke him to completion, but years of neglect and need were driving them now. She wanted to ask if she could suck it and he was about to tell her to suck it, when she just moved her lips to the head and slowly, gently engulfed it. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive knob. This was something she hadn't done in many years. Jim was not a fan of oral sex. But in her younger days Sally had kept her virginity by becoming a blow job specialist. And she seemed to feel inside herself a sympathetic pleasure to the one she was giving Alan. She knew she could cum just from this. Alan knew he could too, but he was so turned on and so hard that his cock felt almost numb. He could feel all Sally was doing, but he didn't feel that rush to climax.
"Deep," he heard himself say. Sally shivered again. She took her mouth from his manhood and looked up at the dazed Alan. She smiled so sweetly, as if her dearest wish had finally been granted. A devilish tinkle appeared in her eyes. She took his cock into her mouth and slowly slid her lips down, down, down to the base. The sensations flooded over her. It had been so long since her throat had felt full, since she had to suppress her gag reflex. She could feel the hardness throbbing in her tight throat. Her mouth watered and she began to suck and pump slowly up and down on him. Alan had never had a woman so much in heat before. Like most men he had always had to beg and plead for the quick wham-bam once a week. And here was a sexy mature woman who had long-neglected skills and a long suppressed desire.
Alan gazed down at Sally as she slowly, masterfully worked her mouth and throat up and down his shaft, twisting and pausing to let her tongue work the length and even to push out and tickle his heavy balls. She would pull off the hardon and look at it in wonder, thick strand of clear saliva dripping from it and her lips. Her chin was covered by this sexy drool. Again she plunged all the way down on it. Alan was suddenly possessed to firmly grab Sally's head and hold it still, with his cock still buried as deep as it could be down her throat. He then pumped his hips in a series of rapid thrusts. Each thrust elicited a gurgling gasp from Sally. Her eyes watered but she was in ecstacy. She realized a warm feeling was building deep inside her. As Alan released his grip on her head and Sally began pumping it in long slow strokes, partially gagging herself with each penetration. A sudden wave of pleasure consumed her and shook her bodily. She forced her mouth all the way down on him and screamed a muffled cry around his cock as she came harder than she had in years. Alan feared she would hurt herself and pulled out part ways.
Sally was still moaning and shaking as Alan nudged her over on the bed to make room for him. He hugged her from behind, his hands finding their way to Sally's big tits. He squeezed them gently and then, hearing her sigh of approval, began to treat them more roughly. Finally, he was mauling her large soft mounds. As he did he rubbed his hardon along her pussy crease from behind. Her hand guided him home. He could feel the volcanic warmth and wetness. She was tight but yielding. He held her close that way for a long time. She felt his strong arms enwrapping her and his big hands kneading her mams. And her pussy just undulated and rippled and massaged his length. The smallest movements that each of them made sent waves of pleasure through the other. Slowly, he began to stroke in and out, rocking and driving Sally against her large pillow. She felt her passion rise again and turned her face into the pillow to scream out her joy. Her orgasm drenched Alan's cock. He felt his nuts tightening. He had a load that would not wait much longer.
He lifted Sally and himself up to where she was on her hands and knees with him kneeling behind her, without withdrawing entirely from her tight snatch. She couldn't remember the last time she had been taken from behind. Like a dog, she thought. Like a bitch in heat. She barked and moaned and shrieked like a banshee. Sally didn't just kneel there and let Alan pump her. She fucked back at him as ferociously as he thrust in. Her hips twisted and flexed. Her pussy gripped and released him. Alan saw Sally's big round jugs swaying as they hung down from her chest. He cupped them roughly. He pinched her big nips and twisted them. She was a fucktoy to him now. Any thought of who Sally was to his mother or of Jim in the hospital was a million miles away. This was two animals instinctively fucking for pleasure. Alan drove in balls deep. Sally arched her back and screamed his name. His hands grabbed her hips and he pumped her slapping against her fine round ass with each thrust. Sally's breathing came in gasps and grunts. Alan felt his climax approaching. The sensations were just mind-blowing. Sally's firm ass slapping noisily against Alan's thighs, the weighty fullness of her big milkbags sloshing in his hands, the wet velvet vice of her cunt gripping, squeezing and pumping him, the smell of her juices filled the air. He was almost there.
Instinctively, Sally reached down underneath, between her legs and cupped Alan's cum-heavy balls. She felt their heft and carefully rolled each nut in her fingers. Alan growled his enjoyment. Sally stretched her hand back further and a wet finger found his anus. Alan had passed the point of no return. A couple of long hard deep glory strokes and he could feel his balls and cock erupting. Sally lunged forward off of the stiffness impaling her, whirled around started jacking his cock with both hands. She looked up at him with a Mona Lisa smile. Alan was in another world. She knew just what to do.
"Blow your big cumload on me, baby. Shoot your wad all over me. Make me your cumwhore." With that she deepthroated him with a gurgle and as she pulled off, he erupted. Sally stroked his spurting cock with both hands. She smiled as huge blasts of thick white spunk blasted onto her face. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She wanted to eat his cum. She wanted him to see her eating it. She wanted him to mark her with his mess. She reached down with one hand to squeeze his balls as if to greedily wring the last drop of jism from them. She continued to pump his cock until his moans and bodily shaking subsided. Alan collapsed on the bed next to her. Sally looked down at him as she used her index finger to scoop up and push the globs of cum clinging to her face, to her mouth to eat them. Some had dripped down onto her sizable boobs. Sally made sure Alan was watching as she sucked his cum from one of her stiff nipples. Cum still glistened from her face and chest as Sally kissed Alan deeply. He tasted his salty cum on her lips. Sally lovingly kissed her way down to his still large, but softening cock. She gently licked and sucked it clean.
She lay in his arms for a long time, telling him how incredible she felt and how long she had dreamed of what they had just done. She was concerned Alan would think less of her. She needn't have worried. Then she confessed that she had other dreams that she wanted Alan to help her fulfill. There were dirty, nasty, things she longed to try, things she had almost given up hope of ever feeling. Alan told her he would be there for her, whatever her desire. | literotica |
Title: A Forgotten Evil - Chapter 2 - Fluttershy by KeeperSeen
Tags: Cerberus, Cock Worship, Crotch boobs, Demonic, Equine, Female, Feral, M/F/F, MLP, Male, Multi cock, Pregnant, Size Play, belly bulge, large insertion, mind break, size difference, teats
"Wait. Wait! Hold on! I did WHAT?!?!?!" Cere'Qul said, the black studprancing back several steps as he looked at the recently washed Zecoraas though the zebra pony was out of her gourd."Quiterepetitively, I might add," The smaller mare seemed to have taken on acompletely different air as she sauntered around the larger stallion,her backside and tail casually rubbing up against him as she did."Though I must say, to have it end was quite sad." The mystical ponyseemed quite sullen as she leaned underneath her mate to nuzzle his nowsleeping cocks."O...k...I think we need atimeout," Cere'Qul said, taking a few steps away from the other equineas he said this. "I...don't even remember half of what you're talkingabout, Zecora and then other half...I'm not even sure I want to know!"The black stallion whickered nervously, his long tail flickered behindhim somewhat sharply to accent this.Zecorachuckled, a sound which made the hairs on the stud's body rise up infear, before moving over to him, "Such a sad thing, especially with theway you made my body sing," The zebra crooned, her jade eyes narrowedwith playfulness as she looked up the startled horse trying to backfurther away from her."Um...maybe we should go ourseparate ways for now." Cere'Qul muttered, his head turned down so thathe couldn't look the other into the eye. Especially since said eyeswere causing...reactions within him that were best kept out of thepicture for the moment. "I think...I'll just go back to my ruins now.Uh...yeah...bye!" And like a shot, the equine took off, hurdling himselfabove Zecora with all of the majesty of his stallion people beforehitting the earth with a hard stomp. The zebrawatched in idle amusement as her mate ran away from her, his hooveskicking up so much dust that it looked like an entire herd was chargingafter him. Had Cere'Qul looked behind him, he would have seen how thesmaller pony's eyes glowed green before she faded out of existence.Racingback towards the way he had come, the black stallion tried to recallanything of what had happened between himself and Zecora. 'Idon't remember anything?!' He snorted, a shake of his head symbolizinghis mounting frustration with himself. 'Did...I really...did she...?' Agrunt of annoyance followed a whicker of anger as the horse kickedhimself further and further, increasing his speed until he was almostflying as he raced along the grass underneath his hooves. By the time Cere'Qul was ready to stop the horse found himself back to where everything had began. 'Ifit ever so humble,' He chuckled somewhat grimly, though why he wasn'treally even sure. 'Maybe I'll just stay here for a few days to workeverything out,' A nod of his head answered his voiceless question.'Yeah, things will make sense once I've gotten whatever it was that wasin me, out.' A sigh of fatigue later and the tired black stallion madehis way over to a nearby rosebush to settle down for a nap. 'It's notlike anything worse can happen with me here, not since Zecora told methat there was nothing here, save that room where we were in, and I'mdefinitely not going down there.' The equine nodded to himself, so sureof his well placed plan that he never noticed two important events whichcould drastically alter his perception in the hours to come.Settlingdown for a small nap, the exhausted Cere'Qul wasn't aware of the stoneswithin the ruins around him rumble, nor how the landscape seemed toshifted ever so slightly from his presence.Up above, two figures circled the sky twice before one flew away to the horizon.When next the stallion woke it was to the south of an apple placed in front of his nose. A juicy, red apple at that. 'Myfavorite!' Cere'Qul cheered. Standing himself up, the horse snapped upthe small piece of fruit into his muzzle and then began to chomp on itgleefully, right before a mental tick made him freeze solid. 'Wait aminute.' A quick turn of his head later found the stallion nose deepinto the bush he had been lying beside earlier. 'There aren't any appletrees around here!' Crossing his eyes and then looking down, the blackstud was slightly surprised when he found that another apple hadappeared where the first had been. 'O..k., now where did you come from?'Flipping his head around after resuming hischewing, Cere'Qul let his orange gaze settle upon the sight of a pinkform trying vainly to hide itself from him behind a rock.'Ok,not Zecora,' He thought before swallowing the mashed pulp within hismuzzle. 'Should I go and see who this could be?' If whoever they werehad offered him food then they couldn't be all that bad, but then again..."Um, hello?" The stallion called out. Nothing ventured, nothing gained as they say. "H-hi..." A demure pony replied, she, as the female obviously way from the boobs hanging down from her chest. "Um...youcan come out. I'm not going to hurt you," 'I hope.' Cere'Qul thoughtquietly, though careful not to say this to the other less he frightenthe obviously shy mare away.When the smaller female stepped outfrom behind the rubble she had been trying to use as a hiding spaceCere'Qul got a very surprising treat as he watched the cream coloredpony step out with two fluttering wings draped behind onto the sides ofher body. 'Susagep' A voice spoke inside of his head and instantly the black stallion frozen. 'Oh no, not you again.' Cere'Qul thought in obvious fear. Thelast time that voice had decided to speak out to him...things hadturned for the weird. Not wanting to chance something else strangehappening, the onyx horse trotted back away from the shy pony."Oh,um...I..." Of course, this only served to make the unsure mare cast hergaze down to the ground as she thought she was being rejected for someuncertain faux pas she made have committed.'Yats!!!' The voice shouted causing Cere'Qul to freeze. "Eno siht morf nur ton lliw ew!!!""Excuseme?" The shy pony asked, her wide cerulean eyes blinking as she wassure she hadn't understood the language for which she had just heard."Uh,who are you?" The black horse asked, his mind feeling as though a darkhaze were overcoming his thoughts as the voice within began to grow loudwithin his ears. The fact that the 'voice' was becoming 'voices' didnot bode well for the other."Oh, um...I'Fluttershy." That got a small smile from both the pony and stallion asthe two looked upon one another. "Zeroca sent me out here to bring yousome food?" It sounded too much like a question to be a statement. "Shesaid that you were new in town and might be hungry, so I..."Cere'Qulsnorted slightly as he thought over a certain zebra he had come toknow. 'Why would she send this one here?' The stud horse tried to comeup with a good reason anyone in their right mind would send someone soobviously innocent into the arms of certain danger. "Dreh eht otni reh emoclew.""What? I don't understand you?" Fluttershy asked as she took a step forward towards the larger male."Idon't understand me, so you're not alone there, little one," Cere'Qullaughed sadly. "Listen," he said once the winged pony had taken anotherstep towards him. "Do yourself a favor and go tell Zeroca that she's notbeing very funny, would you?" The black horse added the last bit with asmile as he didn't want to scare the other equine anymore than hehimself already was. "Um, is this...some kind ofgame you're both playing?" Impossibly wide blue eyes blinked andCere'Qul felt his heart melt just a little bit, which proved to be thewrong thing to happen at the moment as it caused his will to take anosedive. A grunt of pain followed a downward slope of the stallion's head. "A-are you okay?!" Fluttershy asked, her voice thick with worry."...yes...weare fine..." When next the stud horse lifted his head Fluttershy foundherself gasping in awe as twin crimson eyes gazed back at her. "Forgiveus for our rudeness, little one, but we have had a...very trying day."The depth of the black stallion's voice was so deep and husky that itmade a shudder roll along the length of the winged pony's body. "But wewould like to thank you for your kindness for bringing us something towhich we could nourish ourselves," Cere'Qul trotted back over to theforgotten apple which Fluttershy had brought him and then snapped it upwith a single strong bite."um...you're...welcome."Nervousness overtook the smaller mare as she looked over the largerequine with cautious cerulean orbs. Getting to the crux between themale's legs made her blush as quickly tore her gaze away from 'things'for which she should not be looking at. "I...I have more, that is, ifyou're still hungry." The pegasi quickly made her way over to where thebasket she had brought was resting inside of a small clump of flowers,completely unaware that the hungry stallion was looking at its next mealalready.'Don't hurt her!' A voice shouted inside of Cere'Qul's head making the demonic horse snort in displeasure.'Enokaew, ereh detnaw ton si ecneserp ruoy! Enogeb!' The stud cried,banishing the howling voice within him to the dark where it belonged."Ahh,ok, here they are," Fluttershy said, a gay happy tone in her voice asshe gripped the basket with her muzzle and then pulled it up. "You canhave as many as you want..." the mare turned her head to smile at theother equine, but she instantly wished she hadn't when she came face tosheath with something that shouldn't have been within her peripheral."Thankyou for the offer, little one, but I have a different hunger whichneeds to be sated as of now," Cere'Qul chuckled, though it sounded as ifthree people were laughing all at one time as he did so. "Will you helpme fulfill this need?" Had Fluttershy been ableto form coherent words the smaller pony would have said no, one of thefew moments when her courage would have been born from fear, however,her throat chose that moment to lock up on her, turning the mumblingwords into senseless babble for which none could understand. "We'lltake that as a yes," Cere'Qul said right as he moved himself furtherover the smaller pony to press her nose deep into his crotch.Thehot, musky smell of the male horse made little Fluttershy whimper asher entire body locked up on her as fear and...something else, seepedthrough the normally abashed mare's mind. When a sudden thrust ofpowerful hips moved the tip of the long spire up against her muzzle thecream colored pony chose that as the wrong time to let out a meep offear. As quick as a flash, the length which made up Cere'Qul's demonicprick found itself a new home in between the smaller mare's lips. Notwanting to give the other time to back away, the black beast steppedforward and then stomped a hoof down behind Fluttershy, forcing her tochoke of the larger male."Do not worry, littleone," The dark horse spoke, his voice nearly purring as he began toslowly rock himself forward. "You will grow to like it soon enough," Athick swallow of the startled mare's throat later and the demon horseshuddered before whinnying loud to the sky. "Perhaps, much sooner thaneven I would have believed,"And then the stud thrust forward with all of his might.Fluttershygrunted as her throat was filled with the thickness of the demon stud'smasculinity. Her wide blue eyes widened even further as she tried tofind some way to break free from the other, but there was no way out asthe larger male had her locked between his left foreleg and his groin.Without much way out the cream colored pony did the only thing shouldcould think of to try and remedy her situation, she bit down.Thewhinny that Cere'Qul let out scared the birds for a half a mile,however, it was not the sound of pain which had startled the avians, buta cry of joy as his turgid member was treated to a tightness by whichhe had never felt before. "Eno elttil, doog yrev! Erom! Erom!!"Thiswas probably the wrong time for Fluttershy to find out that the demonicstallion found pain to be the ultimate turn on. Letting out a growlwhich no horse should have been capable of, Cere'Qul thrust himselfforward which as much power as his hips could muster, which, for a horseof his size and stature, that meant that the stallion of his size henearly rammed the entirety of his cock into the smaller female's throat,nearly getting down to her belly as he did so. His other unattendedphallus, however, merely ran the course underneath the smaller mare'sunderside, lifting the frightening Fluttershy up so that she was nowliterally caught between a rock and a hard place.Stuffedfull the smaller pegasus couldn't do much as she tried to gnaw on thebrute of a stallion's cock. This kept causing the wrong responses out ofthe other though as Cere'Qul continued to thrust himself into the smallmare's muzzle, her keep were barely able to do much more than madetingles run up the other's spine as he pumped pre-come deep intostomach. Mane flying throughout the sky, the black stallion grunted ashe hilted himself into his new filly's mouth, his cock nearly pressedout of the other side of Fluttershy's backside as he grunted and groundhimself into her muzzle. Eyes wide with fear, throat bulging withunrestrained stallion cock, Fluttershy felt her world begin to swim ashe could literally taste the large beast's phallus throb against hertongue."Eno elttil, pu uoy llif t'nac I fi eess'tel, neht won." The black monster said as he pulled himself back, hislong member slide free in all of its glory with a fine coat of moistureclinging onto the length. Once all but the flaredhead was free Cere'Qul snicker a whinny before thrusting himself backinto his little mare, her eyes and throat bulging like a balloon beinginflated as his medial ring sealed the first eight inches of his cockinto her windpipe before another push of his hips sent the rest downinto the stomach. A squirm from beneath him made the stallion chucklebut other than that the demon horse seemed to take no notice of his newlittle mate's distress. Sadly for Fluttershy, this meant that the marewas forced to learn down to deepthroat the other horse without eithertime or consent as Cere'Qul began to quickly fuck a pussy deep into herthroat."Eno elttil, etisiuqxe! Taert a era ylurtuoy!" The laughing stallion cheered as flames began to flicker aroundhis body. The surging light from the setting sun may have had somethingto do with the power that seemed to be curling around the black beast. Groansof both pain and pleasure met the air as the two equines danced an olddance together there in the middle of the open field. Fluttershy seemedto take most of the brundt of what was happening, however, as she wasforced to bob her head up and down alongside Cere'Qul's cock, the heavyweight of the stallion's chest knocking into her head, forcing her totap her skull into the unrelenting foreleg behind her the reason for hersudden acceptance of the twisted sexual encounter the winged pony wassuffering through. The fact that the Cere'Qul's apple sized balls wouldpush up against the smaller mare's nose, drowning her senses in themusky scent of a virile male, only served to work in the demonic horse'sfavor as it got the other to stop her useless struggling against him.Not that it was doing her much good anyway.Severalminutes more the larger male kept up with his frantic thrusting, hislegs never showing signs of tiring even as beads of sweat began to risealong his black flesh. In all of this time Fluttershy's stomach began tofill ever so much as the larger male's pre-come bubbled and churnedinside of his guts making her feel somewhat light headed. Just on theedge of spilling his load, the stallion pulled himself out fromFluttershy's throat. The wet 'pop' sound that echoed around the two madeCere'Qul chuckle, a habit which he was picking up very quickly now."Enoelttil, dreh eht fo trap a uoy ekam ot emit." The black equine said,his foreleg pulling back to allow him the mobility to move himselfaround the confused Fluttershy.Not sure which waywas up at the moment, the winged pony wasn't prepared for have her taillifted up over across her back as something hard and greasy began topoke around at her backdoor. Blue eyes quickly widened with fear asFluttershy's senses began to return to her, but before she could take somuch as a step to charge away from the other, he found her sacredvirginity striped from her as the demonic stud locked both of hisforelegs in front of her, trapping her in place, and then shoved himselfforward!The scream the pegasi let out cleared the birds for a mile.HadFluttershy been able to look behind her she would have been dismayed tosee how her netherlips and tailhole were spread open like some bizarrefigure eight as twin spires of blackish cock were implanted into herbackside. Cere'Qul snorted and stamped a hoof against the ground, histeeth clenched tight as his heart hammered loudly into his ears whilehis cocks throbbed isnide of his new little mare making them glowsomewhat in the firelight of the waning daylight. Licking his lower lip,the muscular stallion had to work hard not to instantly thrust himselfforward into the smaller mare, not out of kindness for her, but more outof the fact that he didn't want to break her in two. A broken mare did not make for a good broodmare, after all.Fluttershyhiccuped as her body sent waves of both pleasure and pain into herbrain. Her lower half felt almost numb from where she was connected tothe brute behind her, and yet, something...foreign began to invade thepegasi's mind as her clenching nethers squeezed along the length of thelarger male's two cocks.'Why...why isthis...feeling...good?!' Fluttershy slowly began to realize that thepain she was in was slowly beginning to receded as her broken cervixshyly started to accept the heavy shaft which was pressed deep withinit. After a few moments, Cere'Qul began to feelthe change in his new mate and quickly capitalized on this as he slowlypulled himself back out from the pony's backend. Unlike with the wingedmare's throat, the suction that came from the female's twin holes madethe demon horse's two pricks feel as though they were being dragged froma vice. Grunting from the exquisite feel of such a pleasurablesensation, Cere'Qul didn't stop his retreat from the other. Popping hiscocks out the black stallion looked down and smiled in glee as the creamcolored mare's broken holes weeped at him. Small dribbles of pre-comeoozed out from them down onto the ground as Fluttershy rolled her headaround to look at the bigger stud in confusions.Atthe sight of bright blue eyes beginning up at him the demonic horsecould do nothing more than whicker in triumph as he had broken anothermare for his growing herd. Very soon it wouldn't be long before he had aharem of females for him to breed his foals into. That thought made awhinny of glee split out from the black stud's muzzle and Cere'Qullifted his head to the sky before shaking his mane wildly to the waninglight of the sun. Had anyone other than the current pair been there theywould have taken a step back as the black horse seemed to almost swellwith luminescent flames all along his darkened form. With the last fewrays of the midnight sun trailing into the horizon it even looked likethere were more than one head atop the stallion's shoulders, but thatwas impossible.Fluttershy couldn't spare the timeto care about such things, though, as she longed to return thosewonderful cocks back where they belonged inside of her. Stamping a hoofagainst the ground to let the black male know of her need, Cere'Qulchuckled like mad before he granted his new mate her request. A quickflash of movement later and the two became one again.Thewinged pony didn't scream this time as she was taken, her muzzle didopen to pant, however, as a growing heat began to swell within her.Pushing back against the larger horse, Fluttershy proved her eagernessas she felt her cunt open wide to allow her mate inside of her emptywomb. Cere'Qul wasted little time in gloating over the change in thesmaller female as he began to quickly thrust himself into the unusedbody of the cream colored pony. Just as beforewith Zeroca, the black stallion's twin pricks swelled the belly of thesmaller pony to almost comical proportions, filling the other up so muchthat it looked like the mare was going to split open at any second.Thankfully for Fluttershy, the mixture of her juices and her mate'sleaking pre-come kept things from become gruesome. The thick liquidcovered the vein covered phalluses, lubricating them enough so that thestud horse could move himself with fast paced humps as he ruined hismate for another of stallion. Huffing and grunting in pleasure, bothequines stamped their feet against the ground, kicking up dirt and grassas they mated with each other with growing tandem. Fluttershy,unlike Zeroca, was no prisoner of misfortune of magic this time as shepushed her rump back against the bucking hips of the muscular beastbehind her. Wings fluttering onto her side, the small pony proved justhow much she was enjoying what was happening as she threw her head up,muzzle dripping with saliva as he her body was treated to pleasure bywhich her mind could barely fathom. For his part, Cere'Qul merelysnorted and huffed in rapture as he felt his balls churning in a oh sofamiliar way.Grunting in frustration, the blackstallion pushed his hips deeply into his mate, holding himself stillsomewhat as he did so, as he allowed Fluttershy's nethers to workthemselves over his staining cocks. He didn't want the pleasure to endso quickly, but he had been so pent up from not having spread his seedinside of the little one's muzzle that he felt that too much longer andhe would fill the small female up with his come, not that this was a badthing, but he wanted to milk this moment for all it was worth. Therewould be no returning to this time for either of them, that was one ofthe bad things about breaking a female in, once she was broken she couldnever be repaired again, at least, not after having a taste of hissurging cocks when they blew deep inside of them.Fluttershyseemed not to accept her mate's feelings as she stamped a hoof againstthe ground in mounting frustration. She wanted, no, she needed to feelhis seed inside of her. That molten hot lust which would send her bodyrocketing towards the rising moon. It was all she truly needed anymoreout of life. All she could ever want. And she would not be denied.Lettingout a neigh which surprised Cere'Qul, the black stallion was notprepared to have his mate suddenly rock herself back onto him. Her tightlittle frame locked tight around his as she squeezed herself downcausing the demonic horse to bray to the sky like a struck beast beforeroaring as he came like a firehose off into the mare's cunt and belly. Pulseafter hot pulse of cum fired off inside of the needy Fluttershy causingthe cream colored pony to bark happily as she received the liquidwarmth which would forever be her world. As before though, the smallerpony's body couldn't contain the intense flood of fluid which seepedinside of her causing Fluttershy to cough and then grunt as her swellingstomach ballooned wide. Grunting in despair the almost insane pegasislammed her lips closed, block the only passageway for which her mate'sseed could seep out of her. Her eyes followed soon after as an intensepain began to overcome her senses.A sudden thrustback behind her cause Fluttershy to gasp as she felt her world getturned around. Cere'Qul, seeing that his mate threatened to hurt herselfin her need, had pulled himself back out of the mare, his cum gushingout her as his medial rings no longer acted as plugs to keep his seedtrapped within her. A whinny of sadness broke free from Fluttershy'smuzzle as she turned to stare at her made in utter sorrow.Alarge head came down to stare the other in the eyes, blazingorangish-red orbs glowed hotly as they admonished the mare of herfoolishness before a gentle tongue ghosted free and into Fluttershymuzzle. The taste of her mate onto her palette sent the the creamcolored pony's senses into a frenzy and without having to be told shequickly began to kiss and lick all around Cere'Qul's muzzle, sharing ataste of the stallion with the other. It tookseveral minutes before the two broke apart, Fluttershy's need to be nearthe black stallion made her unwilling to move from where she was allbut trying to suck the demonic horse's tongue into her muzzle, but,alas, the stallion called a halt to her ministration and pulled himselffree from her muzzle. 'Ydeen si eno siht. Retal deifitcer eb otevah lliw taht.' Cere'Qul thought to himself as he looked down to wherehe and his mate were still connected. Both of the stud's pricks werestill pulsing with unresolved tension as his equine balls longed to dumpanother load into the whimpering Fluttershy, but knowing that he neededto try to wean to the other before he could let her have another taste,the black horse merely slipped himself free from the used pony's cuntand tailhole and the turned his head off to the side."Tuoemoc!" He called and like a ghost hiding underneath a child's thereappeared Zucora trotting up to the side of Fluttershy's side. Instantlythe winged pony ducked her head down, a large wing came up to hide bothher face and her nethers from view, but the zebra simply ignored theother in favor of stepping up to her mate and master."You called, what stalled?" "Rehcaetreh eb llahs uoy, gniniart deen eno siht." The black stallion said, hiswords seeming to ring with purpose inside of the monochrome pony's earsas she nodded up to him.When next Fluttershylifted her head to meet the sky it was to the sight Zecora looking downat her. The smile on the mystical pony's face made the once againpainfully shy mare smile in return.Moments laterboth of Cere'Qul's two mares were busy nursing from off of his twinpillars, Zecora helping the still needy Fluttershy learn moderation asshe coached the other to nurse with care while the pegasus rubbed herboobs up along the length of her mate's flesh.'I could get used to this,' The black stallion said, never really noticing how his words had twisted around within his own ears.
Author's Note: Here's Chapter 2, Strong Start I'd think. Enjoy all.Remember, If you really don't like it. Then don't read it and don't flame it. Just move on. | FSE |
Title: Frankie's Story Ch. 04
Tags: slave, master, confrontation, collar, test, lake
*(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.)*
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Frankie and I were deep in discussion over the itinerary for our next round of seminars and customer visits. We usually leave the door open so neither of us saw her leaning against the doorframe; we don't even know how long she had been there.
"Don't you think you had better make Harper Industries your first call since you had to cut the last one short?"
We both turned to look at Samantha. She was stunning as ever. I subtly nodded to Frankie and she took her leave asking Samantha what she would like to drink. Samantha took a seat as Frankie left to get Samantha's drink closing my door behind her. I sensed the same undercurrent from her that I felt at the seminar. I waited for her to say something letting the silence weigh on her. She seemed to have come to terms with something since we last saw her more than six months ago at the seminar.
"How is your friend, the one that you had to cut short your trip for? I heard she was involved in a car accident."
"She's fine thank you. She had to stay in hospital for a few days but she's back at work now. All of us are spoiling her rotten much to her annoyance."
I felt my own annoyance growing over the increasing unwarranted pressure Samantha is bringing to bear. It is clear her father only lets her loose when he wants someone taught a lesson or a part of his company isn't performing to his standards. The fact she is here now left me wondering if Mitchell Harper believed I fell into that category. If so, then perhaps it was time to close the book and walk away from all dealings with him.
"What do you want Samantha?"
Her smile faltered slightly. She clearly had something to say and I was becoming more irritated she kept stalling.
"Why Jack, what an earth do you mean? It's simply a friendly visit", her voice thick with sarcasm.
Her statement would have been funny if she wasn't irritating me so much. I placed my elbows on my desk and looked intensely at her.
"Samantha, you're a beautiful woman. You make people nervous when you walk into a room because your reputation precedes you. Your reputation is well earned because you make the hard decisions and make sure they are carried out. What you do you do for the good of your father's company and you do it with integrity and diligence. You have always dealt with me fairly and well. So, I'm going to give you one more chance, what do you want?"
She paused and stared at me intently to see if I had ulterior motive for what I just said. I stared back.
"Are you afraid of me Jack?"
Just as I was about to answer Frankie came back and placed drinks in front of both of us. She was about to leave again when Samantha asked her to sit down. Both looked at me and I eventually nodded in agreement.
"I'm going to come clean Jack. It's going to take a minute to do that because I need you to understand something before I do. My father plans to expand his business once again and throw a good chunk of the work your way so he asked me to check you out. I'm very thorough Jack as you know I take my job very seriously."
"I had planned to come clean when you visited so I talked my father into extending your visit another two days. The accident put a wrench into my plans so I took it upon myself to come here instead, 'Into the lion's den' so to speak."
By now I have had enough. Samantha seemed to be spending a great deal of time talking yet saying absolutely nothing. Looking at my watch I then looked over to Frankie who has a worried expression on her face.
"Get your coat Frankie; it's time to go home. If you will excuse me, I have things to do."
Samantha went white, her mouth dropped open and she seemed at a loss over what to say next. She sat watching as I headed for the door grabbing my coat. Frankie was already in the middle of putting hers on when Samantha's mouth suddenly went into overdrive.
"Your name is Francine McManus your father is a prominent lawyer and a partner in his law firm. You're his niece, you're also his slave and you have been for the last six months. There is one other a Maureen O'Connell although she goes by the name of Red. She has been his slave since collage."
Frankie was frozen to the spot and actually looked like she was on the verge of tears. I acted as though I wasn't listening to her and simply continued to put my coat on and place papers in my case to work on later. Eventually my head came up and I noticed that both girls were watching me.
"Thank you for the history lesson Samantha. Now, since our business has finished you will have to excuse us but it's been a long day. We will be heading home. Goodbye."
Samantha stood and, for the first time, fear crossed her eyes.
"Please Jack. No one knows any of this you have my word. I need to talk to you. I could come out to the cabin later and we could discuss this there."
I made it look like I was thinking about it. Then I shook my head and said no telling her that our home is private and I refuse to let her anywhere near it. She should be here ten tomorrow morning if she wanted to continue this one-sided conversation. I followed Frankie out of my office leaving Samantha in the middle of the room staring at our backs as we left.
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry Frankie I have that already covered."
As we pulled up to the cabin Red came out to greet us.
"Both of you collar up and I want you both in tee shirts and shorts for tonight."
Frankie rushed into the cabin. Red stood and waited as I drew closer I gave her a quick rundown on what had happened in the office.
"Is there going to be trouble?"
Shaking my head, I added, "Let's just say that things may get a little interesting this evening. Here is what I want you and Frankie to do if ..."
Red nodded and went into the cabin to change. I then took my case into my den and started working on the papers I had brought home with me. Samantha arrived two hours later. I watched her car pass my window, got up and stood by the cabin door with both the girls behind me. She took a few minutes in her car gathering her thoughts then took a deep breath and exited the car walked towards the cabin.
"I said I would see you tomorrow Samantha."
She continued to walk towards the cabin her smile as disarming as she could make it.
"I understand that Jack but what I have to say is important and also confidential."
Samantha had mounted the steps and stood in the middle of the porch. The only thing blocking her way was me. Both the girl came out of the cabin passed me and split up walked five paces behind and at either side of Samantha kneeling on the deck facing her.
"You don't listen, do you Samantha? Do you ever listen?"
I stared at her, our eyes locked and she seemed to shrink back slightly. I slowly walked behind her stopping close to her. Her whole body shook for a moment before she took control of it once again. Her eyes fixed forward never leaving the door to the cabin.
I spoke into her right ear, "You were given very explicit instructions and you didn't follow them. This is my house, my space and you came here uninvited. You disobeyed me."
Her whole body trembled once more before she found her voice again.
"I... I'm sorry... I... please I need you to listen to me."
I moved to her other ear. She practically jumped when I spoke, "No."
"I... I don't understand."
"It's simple Samantha the answer is 'no'. Now leave."
Her head slumped for a moment. I thought I saw her shoulders shake before she pulled air into her lungs.
"Please you have to listen to me. It's important."
Once again I moved to her other ear and again she jumped when I whispered, "Had you come and spoke to me when we first met I may have listened. Now your behavior shows it's no longer in you. What you see is an echo of your past Samantha so the answer is no."
This time her shoulders slumped. I moved away from her to give her access to the porch steps and her car. Samantha must have heard me move because what she said next burst from her mouth so quickly that nothing short of desperation urged it onwards.
"Please Sir test me. Test me now and if I fail I will know."
Both Red and I looked at each other. Samantha had caught me unprepared. Red was now frantically shaking her head.
"I'm not your 'Sir'."
A new found strength seemed to have come to her; we could all hear it in her voice.
"I may have not earned the right to call you Master and until I pass any test you give me you are to be treated with respect Sir."
Samantha seemed to take my silence as an opening and she pounced on it grabbing it with both hands. Her whole demeanor changed as she desperately pled, "I am lost. Please Sir, test me. Let me show you."
Red was still shaking her head when I glanced at her. We both knew why. My gaze then went to Frankie. Her eyes still focused on Samantha. The pause in conversation made her look towards me and then back to Samantha only to return to me as though she herself was looking for her own answers. Finally, Frankie looked once again at me and briefly nodded before her focus returned to our guest.
I made a gesture towards Red who then glared at me but nodded anyway. She stood and walked into the cabin. Moments later she returned with the thick leather collar I use to tie the girls to the bed and placed it around Samantha's neck with the locking mechanism still open.
"You wish to be tested but I have my doubts. Leave now and what has happened here will never be spoken of again."
Samantha's arms moved from her side and moments later I shut the collar around her neck. I'm almost sure she knew what was going to be said next. I commanded her to remove her clothes, fold them and set them in front of her. I still had not moved from behind her and I knew I would not do so tonight. This is a test and not bonding. I have to say even though I refused to stand in front of her I can see she has a most impressive back. Her blonde hair stopped just below her shoulder blades. She had that all over natural tan with no tan lines and one hell of an impressively tight ass. I may be looking at only her back but what I was seeing clearly showed she took time to work out... a lot.
I did not intend to push her. Yet, it is her insistence to be tested pushed me to do just that. I had to remember it was she who is forcing me to have to deal with her this way. She came here even though I told her I would see her tomorrow and she ignored my command. This is my home. It's why I took so much time and effort to buy the land around my cabin so that I could have my privacy and Samantha Harper ignored that. Be it out of need or arrogance I had yet to find out.
Pretty soon she was going to figure out what her test was and I wondered how she would cope. Of course, the fallout from administering this test and her failing could be interesting.
Her clothes were all neatly folded and just in front of her. Samantha was totally naked and waiting for my next command. After a pause I told her to kneel on her clothes. Kneeling down by Red I whispered in her ear what I wanted Frankie and her to do, she nodded to Frankie and both stood and walked back into the cabin leaving us alone. I remain silent observing Samantha's reaction. Samantha was becoming more anxious. A couple of times her body would shudder before she would take back control of it. It was Frankie who came through the door first. She knelt in front of Samantha and offered her a glass of water and holding a pitcher in her other hand.
"Take it and drink everything that is given to you. You will not be drugged. You will be fully aware of what you are doing at all times here. You are free to leave at any time by stopping the test and ending everything."
Samantha took the glass and steadily worked her way through the pitcher of water. When that was finished she went to hand her glass back to Frankie who shook her head rose up and walked back into the cabin. Moments later Red appeared and knelt in front of her and the process continued. For nearly half an hour both girls patiently knelt in front of her and fed her water. With each passing minute Samantha was getting more and more agitated.
It was Frankie who broke the silence, "You know what my Master wants from you, if it's within you it will come out."
She let out a small giggle as she answered Frankie, "Oh it's within me all right. I just pray that Armani will forgive me when I let it all out."
Frankie smiled nodded her head slightly and continued to watch Samantha. The smell of pee began to invade the porch and soon a small stream of liquid appeared from under Samantha's ass running between the gaps in the decking and then out of view. The clothes she was kneeling on are now thoroughly soaked. Finally, she handed Frankie her glass back and waited. She jumped again when spoke close to her ear. "Put your clothes back on. Red will show you were you will sleep. You have tonight to think about what it is you want. You have the keys to your car. Use them if you need to and, if that's what you choose to do, this afternoon will never be mentioned again."
Samantha didn't move. The soaked clothes beneath her reminding her of what she had just done. Finally, she drew breathe and lifted herself off the decking; squatted down and picked up her clothes; and very gingerly set about putting them back on. Frankie looked towards me; it was clear by her manner that she wanted to help her so I nodded my head and stood further back. Frankie picked up the rest of her clothes and held them as Samantha got dressed.
Red watched from the cabin door until Samantha was fully dressed. She exited the cabin then walked passed us down the steps. Samantha turned to follow and that's the first time our eyes met since all this had started. Her eyes were moist she had come close to tears over this small part of her test. She paused before descending the stairs saying, "I will pass this test Sir and when I do please let me talk openly to you. I need you to listen and understand, two traits I know you have in abundance."
"Who said your test is even remotely over?"
Her body involuntarily shuddered before her shoulders slumped in understanding that this was just the beginning.
"I understand. But what you saw as arrogance was my own uncertainty about how to approach you. I will gladly continue to be tested until I have earned my time to talk to you."
There was something about her as she spoke. Her mannerism reflected a silent acceptance of the inevitable. Her eyes held within them a grim determination. I caught the movement of her arm and looked as her hand came level to me. Instinctively I held my hand out and Samantha placed the keys to her car in my hand and then she followed Red towards the barn and the cot I have in there.
By the time Red had returned from the barn I had thrown a bucket of water over the spot that Samantha had peed. She stood and looked at the wet patch for a moment.
"Please consider what you're doing. You're collecting waifs and strays again. I'm sure she has her reasons to be here but it's my duty to protect you. I am your slave but I also gave my word to Shannon that I would protect you and this whole situation could get very messy. She is dangerous."
Other than nodding my head I had very little to say but plenty to think about. Red moved back into the cabin to make dinner and Frankie came and sat with me, as she got herself comfortable I let her know that since Red gave me her opinion it was fair that I heard hers.
After a moment Frankie said. "You knew she would come here. In the car you said you had this situation covered."
I smiled as I realized what I had said to her. I told her that I had my doubts about being associated with Harper industries so I got someone to check them out. The corporation and the Harper family came back clean except for Samantha. That's when I got a PI to really check the family out. As it turns out Samantha was into BDSM in collage and, like her with Randy, she got into some trouble. Her father interceded and things got a little ugly but money talks and the boy Samantha was with quietly left collage and faded away. Samantha resumed her studies.
"So, that's why you spoke to her like you did just now. Her submissive side has resurfaced. But how did she find us? We have been so careful."
I held out my hand. Frankie placed hers into mine and moved to sit on my lap snuggling in closer and a gentle sigh of contentment escaped her lips.
"She actually told us the truth. Her father is in the middle of buying the guts of the company that the Sanchez brothers built. The feud between them is forcing liquidation of the whole company. Mitchell Harper plans to run it as a subsidiary after merging some of the technology into other divisions."
She gasped when she realized. "Harper told Samantha to check you out because they need to bring you in on the transition and to help with the technology integration."
I hugged her tighter and smiled. "Somehow we left a trail and Samantha followed it. Her old needs resurfaced and that's why she is here or at least in part."
For such a long time Frankie sat and stared at the barn. I knew where her mind was. She would ask me soon, I knew she would.
"Please don't be angry with me Master but may a sleep in the barn tonight. She is alone and no slave should ever be alone."
Once again I hugged her and told her I could never be angry with someone who cares so much. Frankie was close to tears and hugged me back. I did warn her though. She was to have dinner first and then take Samantha hers. I did not want Frankie to talk to her so I would insist on a ball gag until the morning.
"She has choices to make Frankie. They are significant choices for her. Yes, she can use you as a sounding board but you must not influence her. The gag will deny her that. You will both shower together in the morning and then take a long bath together. Let's face it, by tomorrow the both of you are going to smell something awful and I'm already going to get it from Red for smelling up the cabin."
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Red and I watched Frankie walk to the barn with Samantha's dinner in her hands. I had personally put a holed ball gag on Frankie and she smiled as I did. She knew she would be sleeping with it on, although I seriously had my doubts if either of them would get much sleep tonight. So, some relief on her part was mixed in with the smile.
"I will get us a couple of blankets."
"Why?"
"Oh, come on let's not fool ourselves here. What you did to that girl is completely foreign to you. The action you were going to take against here instantly changed when she called you Sir and Frankie and I know it."
I was still not getting Red's meaning.
"You aren't going to sleep tonight just thinking about both of them in there. You plan to serve your own penance and that means we are going to be out here all night watching a barn that isn't going anywhere. It will still be here in the morning."
It was my turn to chuckle. "How did you get so smart?"
Red was now on my lap and had wrapped us both in the two blankets, a warm and contented woman.
"I went to collage remember and besides Shannon saw how smart I was and gave me a part of you as a gift that I never realized I needed and every day I thanked her for it."
This time we both laughed. The pause that came next was for Red to focus on what she wanted to say next. All I did was sit and watch a barn that didn't move. She was right about that.
"Shannon knew from the day she met you that you were the one she would spend her life with. I don't hold much stock in this love-at-first-sight nonsense but she did. The thing she quickly realized was that the both of you together would be dangerous. She would willingly do anything you told her to do and you were still young enough to make mistakes and either got caught or hurt each other."
The fact that Red was talking about this meant something to her so I let her continue.
"Yes, I had a few kinks and, sexually, still wanted to experiment but Shannon knew that as soon as I met you I would be hooked on our lifestyle. But, she also let me in for a reason and it's the same reason you did. You also give me more maneuvering room than you ever would to Shannon or Frankie."
There was nothing between us yet she wriggled a little in an effort to get even closer. Red was leading up to something. Now was that time.
"My master I simply urge caution with this one. She is in the process of laying herself bare to you in the hopes you will accept her just as my sister did not more than six months ago. Please take your time; you have plenty of that to make the right decision."
I made my promise to Red that evening and we talked for many hours before sleep stole her from me. Our lifestyle was just that... ours. We have no rules but the ones we agree to and lived by them. Some we adjusted as our relationship grew and evolved and others we discarded as outdated. To the strict by-the-book Masters I was, no doubt, looked on as a weak Master. After all, who would accept a slave that lives a thousand miles away for well over half the year?
Yet, what they don't see are the benefits. To someone like Red the glimpse of freedom is all she needed. Her reluctance to return to Hollywood showed me that and the proof was when Red announced that she was finished after this last film. In her mind she was a slave. There is only one person she would ever call Master and we both reaped the benefits of that power exchange.
As the sun made its slow progress up the mountain Red stirred and woke. She shook her head when she realized that I had not slept but remained silent. I broke the seal of our cocoon and, after we showered together, I told Red I was going into work for the morning.
"They will come out soon. Feed them and let them shower together and make sure they bath together. I will be back by one o'clock. So, if any of you need to rest do so. There is a lot of ground to cover when I get back. She has a story to tell and she needs a clear head to tell it."
Red paused and then nodded her head. The fact she didn't say anything was a telling sign so I asked her what the problem was.
"My Master we will all have the advantage over you. We would have rested while you have not slept all night. May I make a suggestion?"
I nodded watching her closely.
"I know what time you will return. They do not. Allow us to take Samantha to Doctor Kellerman for a checkup and tests. It will give you the rest you need and she can tell her tale to a rested Master."
My smile gave me away. The nod as I left simply confirmed it. Once I hugged Red I left for work still trying to get a handle on what may be going on in Samantha's head. Frankie came into the office at half past ten. I looked up but I couldn't get a word in. Frankie started in as soon as the door was shut.
"Boy, can that girl talk up a storm. Well, I finally managed to get the smell of her pee off of me and it was a good idea to shower first. The bath was just heaven."
Frankie finally stopped talking long enough to look over to me as she sat down.
"What? You didn't expect your PA to go missing when the owner of the company is in, do you? When the owner is in so is the PA. Plus, I figured out from Samantha the hole she found that led to our discovery. I'm now in the process of filling that hole in and our lives can, once again, be ours."
I just shrugged my shoulders which annoyed her. She was in a talking mood and nothing was going to stop that short of a ball gag so I let her.
"My sister had already phoned for an appointment with Doctor Kellerman."
As she said that she looked at her watch. Nodded once and looked at me again.
"They should be leaving in about an hour. Her lover in collage was called Arnold Hamilton III and, from what she told me, a real piece of work. Her father got involved when she couldn't explain away the broken arm he gave her for not sucking his dick after he had just pulled it out of her ass."
I saw my opening and I just couldn't resist it.
"That's an idea. I think I will try that on you tonight."
Her whole conversation came to an abrupt halt. Frankie's mouth was still open and her eyes let me know she was in total shock. Try as I might I couldn't keep a straight face and the stomping out of the office on the pretext of getting us both a coffee left me sitting there trying not to howl with laughter.
By the time Frankie returned I was putting the finishing touches to the itinerary for our next trip. I heard her put the tray down and scribble a few notes as we bounced ideas off of each other for the next hour. Mrs. Gillins stopped by and sat in Frankie's seat looking at the wall we had taken over as our organizer. What was once just a plain wall now had bits of paper, post notes and news paper articles taped to it. She studied the wall for half an hour and then left shaking her head telling us it was the strangest wall paper she had ever seen.
The phone ringing made us look at the time and then each other. It reminded us that it was time to head for home. I was the closest to it so I answered it.
"I'm going to have to drop by and test the water over at your place Jack."
"Oh. Hi, Doc. Why would you want to do that?"
"This never ending stream of women coming into your life... It has got to be something in the water."
"Not really Doc. I put it down to my stunningly good looks."
Frankie could hear him laugh clear across the other side of the office smiled and then winked at me. It took a moment for Doc Kellerman to compose himself before he got down to business.
"It was good to see Red again. I checked her out while she was here. I figured I may not get another chance until the film she's working on is over."
"Any surprises?"
"Not really Jack. She keeps herself in good shape doing her job in Hollywood."
The Doc paused trying to work out how best to say what was on his mind.
"Jack. Red has told me she plans to have her Norplant taken out in six months."
"Yes I know about it Doc. I will be with her when she goes to have it taken out."
The relief in his voice could be heard over the phone.
"Would you like me to research another form of birth control for her?"
"No need Doc. Can you put her back on the pill for awhile?"
It was plain to see the real question he wanted to ask. But he has always been a patient man and would be willing to wait however long for an answer.
"So how did the check up and the STD test go for Samantha?"
"Medically she's fit. As you will know, I have to run the rest of the tests so you will have to wait for the results, as usual. I will send you both updates when I get them. I touched on birth control with Samantha and she told me she isn't on any. So, you two really need to have a talk and get back to me on that. She has another appointment in three weeks. She says that it's in sync with your schedule so I assume your both ok with that."
Something didn't fit right with what he had just said. He said, "Yes," when I asked him if she actually said three weeks was fine with both of us. I moved it to three weeks and a day. The Doc laughed and said he would change it. He also understood why I needed to do so but I shouldn't play party games with his surgery. We wished each other a good day and still smiling I put the phone down.
"All is well?"
"Yes, she is fine. She does need a few lessons in compartmentalizing and assumption is very high on her list it seems. I suppose she still struggles with giving over her life but we can sort that out between us. Did you know she had no birth control?"
Frankie nodded before replying, "Yes she mentioned it in the barn last night. You need to ask her the last time she had sex of any kind."
I suppose it was consistent with what the doc said. After all, if you're not having sex why bother with birth control. But that would be a topic for later and we needed to head back home.
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Once we were home I sent both the girls out on their run while I spoke to Samantha. We sat at the kitchen table with our drinks for our conversation.
"You understand your world will turn upside down now?"
She nodded, "Yes I know, but I have been careful and done my research. I fucked up at collage and my father had to rescue me. I let a sadistic bastard run my life and while I was convalescing with a broken arm I realized then that I had to take great care the next time."
"That was some years ago. Why has it taken you this long?"
"I never found him... I mean you. Once I give I give freely. But I'm not stupid. My father has had me watched for many years waiting to see if I will return to this lifestyle. Remember, I'm going to run the company someday and in his eyes a submissive in charge is a weakness to his company."
I snorted a laugh. She seemed to want me to explain myself, I chose not to.
"Exactly what do you want Samantha?"
The pause as she worked out what to say was punctuated by the girls coming in and heading for the shower. I told them both to collar up and tee shirts and shorts. Both stopped dead in there tracks for a moment looked at us both and then finally leaving for the shower.
"You don't have to do that you know. I have seen naked women before."
I waited. She had not answered my question and I didn't feel the need to explain my actions. Eventually she spoke.
"My job keeps me on the road for many months. I actually like my job but other than my parents' house I don't live anywhere else. I could never see the point of getting an apartment when all I'm doing is paying for it and not living in it. So, in a sense I'm asking for what you allow Red."
Many things became clearer then. She had done her research that was for sure.
"And what do I get in return?"
Her answer was very quick in coming, "Me."
Even as she said that one word I didn't hear it. I was to busy cussing myself for my own stupidity. Frankie told me but I didn't listen. That coupled with what Samantha had told me this evening I now realized just what it felt like to be Mitchell Harper's puppet. As I stood, both the girls were coming out of there room. I told Frankie to go back and get dressed and then turned my attention to Red.
"I'm taking Frankie with me. I want you to stay and keep Samantha company. Keep her away from every phone in the place and especially her cell."
Both nodded and split up to do as I asked. I made a few phone calls of my own while I waited. It took me eight calls to find what I was looking for and once I had both Frankie and I were out the door and heading east. It took me until we pulled into the motel car park some twenty miles from my place to explain everything I suspected. Frankie got out and spent a few minutes charming the guy at reception before he gave her the information we needed.
Two minutes after that I was knocking on the door to room 217. Mitchell Harper answered a few second later. He took one look opened the door and let us both in. I nodded to a chair and Frankie sat and watched Mitch as he went to the bar and helped himself. Once he had emptied the contents down his throat he spoke.
"I had it in the back of my mind that you would figure it out Jack. I was hoping you would take it all at face value and we would never have this discussion. It's good to finally meet you Francine."
Frankie just smiled and nodded at him never once taking her eyes off of him.
"Would you care to explain?"
Mitchell Harper nodded and then put his drinks glass down.
"First off Jack I want you to know that I love my Family. They are all a constant joy to me and the only reason I'm still alive. It was my wife Peggy Sue that noticed it first and then brought it to my attention. Samantha wasn't like the rest of the children which was highlighted in college when that scumbag broke my little girls arm. Peggy Sue is smarter than me Jack. She sat me down and explained to me what Samantha was. I had never heard of a submissive Jack."
At first Mitchell Harper took it as an insult to his manhood that his own flesh and blood was so weak. Yet his daughter was the same person who could walk into a room and grown men would head for the exit or suddenly think of a very important reason why they needed to be the other side of the building at that moment. Almost every week he would go home and tell his wife about Samantha. How people were actually afraid of her? This submissive thing must have been just a phase in her life.
"I told Peggy Sue for a submissive Sam could sure scare the crap out of a room full of some of the most powerful men in my organization. I've watched her tear into directors with multi million dollar budgets before Jack, she was her fathers daughter and no doormat that was for sure."
But Peggy Sue warned him that unless she found the right man to be her Master he couldn't hand her the company. The stresses would destroy her. The stress of knowing all this and not being able to sit down with his own daughter so that they could talk about it was also started to tell on Mitch but then one of my programs came to his attention and that's when fate lent a hand.
"As a policy I get some of the people that get close to me or my family checked out. You came into that bracket Jack and that's when I found out about you and what you are. I gave your file to Peggy Sue and once she read it she urged me to talk to you. I couldn't do it Jack. My pride was a barrier between us. I couldn't let you have my little girl knowing what people like you do to women."
What Mitch Harper had said so far had answered one other question. His wife runs the house.
"Your wife gave you an ultimatum didn't she?"
Mitch nodded in surprise. The fact that I knew this intrigued him.
"Yes, she did about a year ago. Samantha had started to change in small subtle ways that only Peggy Sue noticed because she was looking out for them. Even though I had tried to introduce her to suitable men she rejected them out of hand as weak or arrogant. She would disappear for days at a time and not tell either of us where she had gone. We knew we had no right to ask. She was a grown woman but my wife said I had to do something or we could lose her for good."
"So your wife sent you to me?"
Mitch shook his head and said that her ultimatum came two days before he had heard about Shannon's death. It seems while I was dealing with the funeral Marlon had to go to Harper Industries head office to deal with a problem. This raised Mitch's interest and he found out about Shannon.
"I would stick my hand up and admit I know so little of your lifestyle Jack. But I know a man in pain when I see one. I was at her funeral Jack. I stayed out of the way and watched you in your grief. That's when I knew even though I didn't want to ever admit it out loud to anyone but Peggy Sue but that's when I knew."
That's when he looked towards Frankie, who was just doing as I had asked her, she was to sit and watch Mitchell Harper.
"Then enter stage left Francine McManus and I watched you all even closer. Could a man hurt his own niece? Could a man leave her black and blue and put her in hospital? Or, would he look out for her and treat her with the respect I would want him to treat my little girl?"
Her face paled slightly. This we hadn't discussed even though I suspected it would happen. It was also why I brought Frankie with me rather than Red. Mitch Harper asked her point blank if she was my slave. For such a long time she looked at him and then looked towards me. I nodded, allowing her to answer.
"If my Master leaves me black and blue it's because I asked him to. Each bruise is earned. It is mine and I will cherish it for as long as it stays with me. If you're asking me if he is a sadist then, no, he is not. If you're asking me if Samantha will be manipulated by him then, no, she will not be. We are all tested on a daily basis because we wish it that way. Every goal I achieve pleases him and in turn pleases me."
Mitch walked to the bar and got himself another drink and slowly recounted the time I had phoned him with the pictures of Charles manhandling Frankie. He was at home when I phoned. As the pictures came on the screen Peggy Sue was by his side. Both of them decided right then to send Samantha. The additional security team was there to bring Charles back. Samantha was told to clean up the mess he had left behind and stay for the rest of the seminar.
"My wife told me to put you both in the same area and let nature take its course. I had hopes, Jack. I just didn't ever want you to think it was my idea. This is Samantha's dream and I can't stand in her way. If I do I'm not sure what will happen to her and just imagining what can happen down that road give me the creeps."
Something was still bugging me so I asked Mitch.
"Those extra two days. What were they for specifically?"
It was Mitch's turn to smile, the first time he had all evening.
"Shall we say Peggy Sue maneuvered Samantha into asking me to extend your visit for another two days? It was going to be my wife's way of finding out about Francine and to get her own impression about you. Samantha was going to use the time to form a bond with you both outside of work. She told her mom that she was so nervous around you at the seminar that she may have blown it."
"So why are you here now?"
"Because she is Mitchell Harper's daughter and if you reject her request for the same status you give Red then I wanted to be close enough at hand to pick up the pieces. In two years time she will take the reins of the company, Jack. That's practically a full time job. I understand her need now just as I know you're the man that can give her both the space to run my company and fulfill that need to be a slave. There just isn't that many Masters out there with the willingness to allow her to be that powerful and just as submissive."
We stared at each other. Mitch had said all he had to say and I knew all I needed to know. Turning to Frankie I nodded and she stood and headed for the door. I waited until she had left before I turned to Mitch one final time.
"I'm taking all three girls out tomorrow from ten in the morning until four in the afternoon. We are going on a picnic. Remove every listening device and camera you have in and around my cabin by that time because I will have the place professionally swept the day after. My place is off limits to all that aren't invited there."
I left Mitchell Harper by the door to his room with his jaw open staring at me in amazement. Frankie drove us back home. The urge to ask her opinion was close to overwhelming but we both knew that Red had to be in on this. It was also time for just a little payback for Mitchell Harper using me like he had.
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When we arrived back home both girl rose from their chairs on the porch greeting us. Since this was going to be a group decision I held it at the kitchen table. All eyes were focused on Samantha; she knew this was going to be the only chance she had to argue her case collectively. Part of me was interested at her sales pitch. In a sense she was not only selling Samantha Harper the troubleshooter for Harper industries but, more important to those around the table at that moment, Samantha the person and the slave. It was those two parts that all the three of us were truly interested in.
"Tomorrow starts a new day but we have yet to get through this one so I'm going to ask you one last time. What do you want?"
Both girls watched Samantha and she tried to sink deeper into her chair.
"I know myself. I'm barely hanging on now. I'm a submissive and have been one since the day I was able to figure it out in my head but that doesn't make me anyone's fuck piece."
She looked up from the table and then at both girls before her gaze settled on me.
"I want a man I can call Master a man who will give me what he gives Red. I need to look after the company. There are too many people impacted for me to walk away or for me to hand over to someone else only to see it fail. In return, I will be a slave when I enter this valley and this cabin. All that I am will be yours."
It was Red that spoke next. I suppose since she was named in this she felt she had a right to comment on it.
"Can you drop everything when your cell and your Master tell you he needs you? Can you know in your heart that this is home and anywhere you are outside of here is nothing more than where you rest your head? Can you look at every other man or even woman straight in the eye and tell them no?"
Samantha's eyes swept her audience and finally locked on me. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes moistened. The biggest smile came to her lips as question after question tumbled through her thoughts and was answered in the affirmative.
She nodded her head and eventually said, "When my Master calls I am but a heartbeat away. When my Master stands with me I am home and when my Master looks at me he will only ever know the word... yes."
Both the girls looked directly at Frankie. The silence within the room was becoming oppressive.
"When I first came here I bared my soul to my Master. I had so little experience to offer him but what I did have I gave freely and what he has given me in return has been worth the pain of that first day. Understand what you want. My Master is many things but a magician he isn't. Never be afraid to seek out his advice. He will always have time for you."
Samantha rose from her chair and leapt up and down before she finally calmed.
"So you accept me?"
Frankie just smile and looked a bit embarrassed by Samantha's actions.
"I am but one small voice. It's my Master that makes that choice."
Frankie wanted to say more. I interrupted her before she had the chance.
"Samantha. Go and have a shower."
All three girls quickly turned to look at me. Samantha nodded and got up and left. Red and Frankie followed me into the play room. Even as I pulled objects out of drawers they kept silent. It was only when we were between the play room and bedroom that I stopped. Both girls almost walked into me.
"When Samantha comes out of the shower dry her off and I will place the leather collar on her and attach her to the bed. I need you both to have as much sex with her as you can using everything you have in your arms."
Frankie looked towards Red. I'm sure this would rate as the most bazaar request I could ever give them. I continued to ignore there sideways glances at each other to give them the rest of there instructions.
"You are only to stop when you are both exhausted. I don't care if you have to throw a bucket of water over her to keep her awake. You do not stop until both of you are satisfied."
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Mitchell Harper was surprised to see me. He opened the door and let me in and for a brief moment we both stood in the middle of the room staring at each other. My eyes scanned the room looking for what I had actually expected to be up and running.
"I know you have access to all of the cameras in my house so you need to pull up the camera in my bedroom."
I'm sure the thought of denying it did occur to him but he did do the wise thing and shrug his shoulders pull his laptop from its case and set it up. Five minutes later the vision of Red and Frankie double teaming Samantha took up the whole of the screen.
"You sent people to my house and violated my privacy; you wrapped it up in the excuse of looking out for your family as you trampled over mine. So now I'm giving you a choice. You sit and watch everything that happens until I say stop or I take a disc of what's going on there now to Peggy Sue and explain to her what she is seeing and why."
A man so proud a family man that truly did love his family had little choice and for the next half an hour I made him watch his daughter being double teamed by Red and Frankie. His mood swung from wanting to rip my head off to just sitting there in frustration that he was watching something that he could do nothing about. The man who sat watching that screen was a father not the owner of Harper Industries; a family man who, by his own admission, loved his family more than life itself; and who has, over a period of years, come to terms with his little girl having a need that he could do nothing about.
Once in a while he would wince as the scene on the laptop changed. I'm sure he was grateful this picture that was burning itself into his mind didn't come with the sound. It was only when I told him to turn it off that the veneer that held him together crumbled and he cried. Once the laptop was closed down and packed away again Mitch had composed himself. To be honest, I half expected him to come at me for doing this to his little girl and making him watch.
"So what happens now?"
I looked at his tear streaked eyes.
"I've already told you what's happening tomorrow. As for the future, that's up to Samantha. The girls have accepted her and so have I."
Mitch vaguely waved at the case holding the laptop.
"What about the disc of that?"
"Well, I don't know about you but I switched off my camera before I left to come here. I don't have a copy."
The shock on his face soon turned to suspicion. I had nothing to hide from him so I just let him work that part out himself. I was walking towards the door he asked me the one question I had been expecting since all this started.
"Jack, how long have you known?"
I see no reason to lie to him.
"About two hours after your people left my place. I live in a remote valley, Mitch. You don't think I have my own personal security system? I have discs of your people installing your equipment and I was tapped into your live feed by the evening. The only thing I didn't know until this evening was who ordered them to do it."
This man had stuck his nose into a deeply personal area of my life and the longer he allowed his system to stay in my house the angrier I became. Yes, I understood his reason for not only doing it but for keeping it there but that's still no excuse. I decided that it was time for me to exact revenge in my way and showing his daughter naked and being well fucked just sat right with me. I had told Samantha that tomorrow starts a new day and it will be. I just had to remind Mitch Harper who the Master was before that new day started.
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Getting Samantha out of bed the next morning was no mean feat in itself. We all took pity on her and both the girls helped her into the shower. Red stayed to help wash her. Frankie and I made breakfast and ate around the kitchen table. The odd smile still crept from person to person as we watched Samantha trying to find a comfortable sitting position.
"If this happens everyday I may have to rethink my status as slave and change it to pin cushion."
The roar of laughter and dropped cutlery sure broke any ice left between the girls. That was for sure. Frankie leaned across and rested her hand over Samantha's shaking her hand and telling her that it didn't happen often. But their conversation did open up a topic that had to be cleared up as quickly as possible.
"Samantha, you understand that as a slave I can share you with whomever I please?"
She paled. Frankie still hadn't moved her hand away and quickly gripped Samantha's for reassurance. Both there eyes locked on one another for a moment and Frankie gave her one of those shy smiled of hers that conveyed so much warmth.
"I have given myself to you and all of you around this table have accepted me. I hope you will take into account the fallout on my family if whoever you share me with makes it public."
The giggles from the girls seemed to confuse her. I couldn't tease her any longer on the topic since it clearly made her uncomfortable.
"Both you and your father's research into my life is still a little limited. I am and always will be a very private person. The people you see around this table are the only people I will ever share you with."
The relief on her face was clear to all of us. What made us all lose it was the comment she made afterwards.
"Well, I won't have to fake a headache with you guys. I can see me enjoying my life from now on."
Red chocked and then laughed so much she had to ask to be excused. The rest of us just laughed. I had to keep an eye on the time so keeping with how things were in the cabin I made sure all the girls were in t-shirts and shorts as we all climbed into the car and drove further into the valley. The small lake at the back end of the valley was an ideal picnic place and the high hills kept any breeze at bay making it a perfect sun trap. All three had gotten naked real quick and dashed into the lake to enjoy themselves.
My mind rested. I love this place. Shannon found it on one of her exploration trips and urged me to do something about it. How could I deny her a place like this? So, I bought the land and Shannon, Red and I had a party here the day the deed exchanged hands. The warm wet body that lay over me brought me back to today. A giggling Red filled my vision when I opened my eyes. My arms wrapped around her and the kiss between us soon made me hard.
Her hand wrapped around my hardness. "I'm already wet. May I find a place for this?"
Her skin was so familiar to me. Her body yielded itself to my touch. Even as she swung her leg over me, my hardness was waiting for her. Red's warmth drew me to her. As her pussy lips touched and she lowered herself a gentle moan escaped her lips and as she bottomed out her smile just got brighter. Her nipple seemed to dance just out of reach, teasingly so. Red's giggle quickly turned to a sigh as my lips sought her nipple and I slowly sucked it into my mouth.
My hand rolled her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger. The pain on my shoulder matched the pain Red felt as she bit deep into my shoulder. My lips sealed around her breast and my head pulled back watching her pleasurable flesh extend away from her body. That pain on my shoulder became so intense. The tingle both in my head and the pressure around my cock added to the rush going through our bodies. Only Red could do this to me. Only she could sense my moods so well.
Red slammed herself down onto me. Her bite becoming even more painful as she ground her pussy harder into me her own breathing becoming more ragged as she fought so hard to fend off her orgasm. She was trying everything she knew about me to make me cum and not let go at the same time. The sudden movement and the sound of my hand meeting her ass at speed caused Red to clamp down on my cock and the pain in my shoulder eased momentarily before she resumed her bite. I slapped harder causing her to release her hold on my shoulder and her orgasm tore up her body.
As she pulled away from me our eyes met. She was wild with lust. Her mouth covered in blood. I grabbed her head and kissed her tasting my own blood as she screamed her release causing me to cum deep within her. Hot cum pushed into her in spurts. Red continued to grind her pussy down on me. Her muscles demanding everything I could give her. My hands once again held her head forcing us to part.
Red was gasping for breath. Her eyes still wild. Her hand came up and wiped away the blood from her mouth both our chests smeared with the blood from my shoulder. As Red calmed my gaze went beyond her. Frankie and Samantha were knelt ten feet behind Red. They had seen everything. Frankie looked scared and Samantha wasn't sure what to think. I was careful to lift Red off of me. She tried to stand but her legs gave out so I picked her up and carried her into the lake with me to wash the blood off of both of us.
The water calmed Red enough for her senses to return and she looked on with some concern at the bite mark in my shoulder. Neither of the girls had moved from there position by the sun lounger, even as I sat back down wrapping a towel around Red as I did.
It was Frankie who stated the obvious. "You're bleeding."
I simply nodded my head and grabbed a hand towel and placed it over the wound, Red held the towel down and applied pressure to it for a while.
"Damn that looked intense. Do we all get to take chunks out of you?"
Red tried to smile. She blushed and then made herself look very busy inspecting the wound. My worry was Frankie, she sat there very quiet looking very afraid.
"This worries you?"
All Frankie could do was nod her head. I sat and waited her out.
"Please my Master I don't understand. Please help me to understand. This has never been spoken of and even now I am unsure how I should feel."
Perhaps Shannon never mentioned this to her in their talks or, if she did, Frankie didn't understand and therefore placed it to the back of her thoughts. Turning my head to Red I told them both to swim out to the floating platform in the middle of the lake. She was to explain everything answering any question that Frankie had. Red quickly nodded stood and waited for Frankie.
Samantha and I watched them swim over to the middle of the lake, climb onto the sun platform and then knelt facing each other. I could only assume they were talking. It was too far to hear anything or even see lips move. It was a good ten minutes before I spoke again.
"You have questions?"
Samantha nodded her head. Looked once more towards the middle of the lake and then back to me. In the moment she looked over at the girls I moved directly in front of her. She jumped when she looked back.
"You're new so I offer you but one choice. Do you wish to learn or be punished while you learn?"
She paled slightly and the gulped in air.
"Why do you all speak funny? I know you never speak like this out in the real world so why do you do it here?"
I smiled. I suppose it came natural to us. It's going to take Samantha slightly longer.
"We are who we are in the real world. When we are here or together in a special place then we are master and slave. For us to keep both lives apart we have found a way to talk to each other that shows respect and we are comfortable with."
She sat and thought about this for a moment and then said, "Am I going to have to learn this?"
I smiled when I said. "If it is within you, then it will come out."
My smile vanished in an instant when she looked behind her to see what Frankie and Red were up to. The slap across her tits soon got her attention.
"Fuck that hu..."
Her last word caught in her throat. Instinct made her hand come up to protect her chest. My second blow swiped her hand away. It was then her world imploded in on her. Samantha forgot where she was. The troubleshooter came out in her and the submissive took a back seat.
"Take your fucking hands off of me."
She paused as she realized what she had said. Her eyes watered up. She stood and took a step back. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Both the girls were swimming back to the shore. I just looked at Samantha. We both knew this will not have a happy ending. By now both the girl had sprinted up the bank and stood either side of Samantha who dropped to her knees.
"Frankie, please take our guest to the hotel. Just point her to the room. You don't need to get out of the car."
My thoughts of Samantha had ceased. Holding Red's hand we both took the short cut back to the cabin. I heard the car start and then I didn't hear it at all so I assumed they must have left the valley. I told Red about Mitchell Harper placing a surveillance system in the cabin on the way back.
"So he knows everything."
I smiled at the anger she placed on those few words.
"Not really. I put a loop into his system that showed us sitting and talking or me working in the den when it came to 'us time'. I was thankful that his system didn't have time and date stamps or it could have been a lot more complicated."
"What are you going to do with Samantha?"
This time I just shrugged my shoulders.
"Nothing, she couldn't get passed the basics. I think that either she has been out of the loop for too long or perhaps she was never a slave at all."
"I know this isn't what you want to hear but she is every bit a slave as I am. I understand why she wants the status you give me and we both know that very soon I'm coming home to stay forever."
It seemed like a moot argument since she was gone. So, I left it alone. Frankie found us in the hot tub about an hour later. The worried look on her face concerned me so I got out of the tub meeting her half way.
"I'm sorry but I didn't know what to do. She would not get out of the car."
The sound of Red laughing carried over to us. I chose to ignore her. The 'I told you so' conversation would come from her soon enough. Telling Frankie to join Red in the hot tub I went out to the car. Samantha was staring straight ahead.
"Go home you don't belong here."
"This is the only home I know. This is the place I want to learn to talk your funny language. This is the only place I belong. I'm new and I need to be taught, teach me."
"Step out of that fucking car and I will hurt you not just punish you but hurt you. So, go home to your folks and leave us in peace."
Ever played truth or dare?
I never realized until the next day that Samantha thought that's what I was playing. I was actually being truthful and just saving her a great deal of heartache. Going by what happened at the pond it was obvious to me that she couldn't compartmentalize her life. The troubleshooter in her was always waiting beneath the surface just wanting to get out and overwhelm her submissive self.
The click of the passenger door coupled with Samantha standing next to the car with her eyes steady to my chest told me she knew what was coming. Despite her time at collage she was still a novice. We both knew she would make mistakes until she learned to release the submissive within her and not let the person she has to be outside take over. I knew she was placing herself in my hands in the hopes that I would help her but that didn't give her reason to challenge me at every turn and make stupid mistakes that even a novice wouldn't dare make.
Even with my strength it took two damn good pulls to get her t-shirt off of her. She corrected her stance after both attempts. Samantha quickly stuck her finger into her waist band and pushed down her shorts. It saved me pulling them off her body but it still pissed me off that she moved.
"Master please!"
Red and Frankie stood by the door watching. As always, Red held that place within me and I heeded her words and the truth behind what she said. As I backed away from Samantha the tears burst forth from her. Nodding my head towards the girls they rushed forward to comfort her. I walked away and sat in the hot tub. I had broken one of my cardinal rules and let myself strike out at a slave in anger. It was inexcusable.
"I'm sorry I made you angry. I was just trying to help. It always looks easier in the films doesn't it? In there one tug and every stitch of clothing falls off."
"Get into the tub I can't see the point of you kneeling on the deck when you could be in here."
I looked around for the girls. Both were conspicuously absence. Then the faint smell of cooking gently made its way passed the hot tub and I had my answer.
"I understand this is my last shot. So, I need something from you. Allow me to talk to you without waiting for permission to do so. Give me a chance to make my pitch. I already know what you're selling. It's up to me to prove to you that I need this. If I fail I will walk away knowing that I tried, please."
"This is our life not some sales meeting. If you talk to me on this then you have to talk to the others as well."
Samantha vigorously shook her head.
"Sorry, no. I have to prove it to you. Not my sisters. They already understand and give me there blessing. It's you I have to prove this to."
Both of us caught the movement of Frankie approaching the door. She told us that our food was ready. I nodded. She smiled and left. Samantha quickly got out of the hot tub and held a towel out for me. I still saw no reason not to show her she still had one heck of an up hill climb ahead of her so I shook my head and said that guests go first. She winced at my comment but wrapped the towel around herself anyway.
By the time I had got to the kitchen all three girls were waiting. The dress code of t-shirts and shorts still applied since I hadn't changed it. Frankie asked for permission to go into town with Red to watch a film at the cinema. Even as I agreed to this both she and Red couldn't stop smiling. It was plain to see what they were doing. So, I just told them that I'm not getting saddled with all the cleaning up so they could go after that was done.
I have never seen a meal eaten and everything cleaned away in such a record time. Both the girls cleaned up, changed, kissed us and were out of the cabin within half an hour. That must be some film they were going to. I told Samantha to go and sit in the day room. I went and found something I had put away when Shannon had died.
The ribbon was an inch wide and had a silver S in the middle of the ribbon, clasps at each end to secure around a persons neck. Samantha was wide eyed when I placed it on the coffee table and pointed to it before saying.
"If that is what you want then you have to convince me. Your attitude at the pond showed that you are not ready for this. I don't deny it is within you but, Samantha, the company troubleshooter overrides that submissive and that's a conflict I cannot see changing."
Samantha was growing more anxious.
"Then take me into the play room and beat it out of me."
If I have ever had a more tempting offer I really couldn't remember when but we both knew it would be pointless.
"Samantha, it's not your body that needs to change, it's your mind. You tell me you wish for the status I give Red and you gave her good answers when she asked you if you could really handle that status but I still wonder if it's all just words."
She shook her head and paused while she collected her thoughts. Her eyes never leaving the collar within her reach. I could see her struggling to keep from reaching out and touching it. I smiled as I watched her place her hands under her thighs.
"When I went to collage it opened up a whole new world to me. I had the freedom to explore my true self but I gave my submissiveness to the wrong person. He was good for me in the beginning but instead of us growing into our relationship together he listened to the wrong people and read some strange shit on the internet about what he was expected to be like as a Master. The idiot believed it all and I came out looking like I should have Slave tattooed onto my forehead."
"I tried to tell him that we should be doing this together and not listen to others. We needed to find our own limits and build trust between us. He refused point blank. He was the Master and what he said goes even though he was about as experienced as I was. My grades started to slip because he was putting so much pressure on me to do stuff I wasn't ready for."
Even as I listened to her it felt like I was once again listening to Frankie and what Randy had done to her.
"His dominance got to the point where he wouldn't listen to me anymore. To him I was the slave and he was the master there was no further discussion on the matter. He had become power mad and I started to become frightened of him."
Her eyes took on that far away look as she recounted her father's phone call. He was concerned about her grades slipping. It was the first time she had ever lied to him. It was then that Mitchell Harper decided to keep a very close eye on his daughter. Within a month the idiot boyfriend broke her arm in a fit of anger. Mitch hired a female private detective to sit with her all through her time in the hospital. The boyfriend didn't know what to do when faced with a woman licensed to carry a gun.
By the time Samantha was released her father had his own people waiting to take her home to convalesce. Her boyfriend had dropped out when she returned to college. But the damage was done and out of the flames of that relationship the hardened Samantha grew. Mitch Harper took advantage of that and started grooming her to take over when he retired.
"I'm not telling you all this to try and get you to change your mind but I do need you to have all the facts."
All I did was nod my head. Even what she had said so far had raised some questions.
"Did Samantha the submissive try to come to the fore after collage?"
"I'm sure it did. There where odd dreams and some were really graphic. But I was busy with Harper Industries at the time so I forced them to the back of my mind."
There was something missing in her statement so I asked, "Until when?"
"One year, five months and sixteen days ago."
Even as that information tumbled from her lips, my mind had already attached its own importance to them.
"The day Shannon died in childbirth."
"Yes, when I found out I saw it as an opportunity to take over your company. A man in grief and as much money as you have would withdraw into himself and the company would falter. My father asked me to look into acquiring it since we already run some of your systems and they worked very well."
No sooner had she stopped talking than she climbed onto my lap placing her arms around my neck. She looked deeply into my eyes.
"I sense you're getting angry and you have every right to be. But you asked me a question and I'm trying to be as honest with you as I can. From the day I started looking into your background I could no longer ignore Samantha-the-submissive anymore. I wanted the lifestyle you had with Shannon and with Red. The more information I gathered the more it became self-feeding. I thought I hid it very well but my mother has a wavelength thing going on and none of us can hide anything from her."
"I had been home reading up on some reports. I must have read the same page six times and even now I can't even tell you what it said. Mom noticed I was distracted and asked if I was ok. I told her yes but I had a headache and was going to bed. She watched me leave and said nothing."
"I had one very bad night. The nightmares had gotten worse. When I woke mom was sat in the corner of the room in tears. That's when it all came out; neither of us left that room all morning. Even she told me I can't go on like this. She told me to leave Daddy to her but it was left to me to make the final decision. She urged me to approach you about all of this."
Her tears were streaking down her face for some time. She wasn't crying but the emotions of telling me this much was showing on her. One time she tried to use her hand to wipe her tears away. I slapped it away and she accepted the gesture for what it was.
"I must say for a first interview it was rather sloppy."
The giggle came quickly so I knew I caught her unguarded.
"You think?"
She paused to look at me once again. I noticed something had changed within her. Her arms came around me and she kissed me on the lips. It was an expectant kiss that was both tender and full of hope for more. She tasted nice and the kiss I gave her lasted longer than I expected it to.
"You have to remember my reputation precedes me long before I walk through the door. Yet you were totally unfazed by it. You didn't disrespect me or look down on me in anyway. So you tell me how was I supposed to come up to you and ask you to allow me to be your slave? Even on the plane down to the seminar I was at a loss. Mom wasn't any help either. She told me to follow my heart and be honest with you at all costs."
I nodded my head before replying. "Sound advice."
"Are you still testing Francine?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You have already told me that beating me will be a waste of time so test me."
"No."
Something was pulling at my thoughts and the more we talked the further away that chink of light seemed to move. Samantha opened her mouth and I held up my hand to stop her from talking. I needed to think back over all our conversations. I also needed Samantha away from me. Her being naked and wrapped around me is definitely a distraction.
"Kneel."
"What?"
"I said kneel."
Instantly she was on the floor beside me. The confusion she was trying desperately to hide was plain to see. Her head followed me and as I stood and paced. I worked backwards over our conversation of that evening. Suddenly I stopped and looked at her and I knew.
*End of Chapter four.* | literotica |
Title: D'Orgasmic Chronicles Ch. 13
Tags: group sex, swinging, oral, anal, bisexual, bi sex, beyoncé, carmen electra, fucking, sucking
*Authors Notes:
Disclaimer: Celebrity appearances in this series should not be, in any way, considered realistic. They are included for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. Their thoughts, words, and deeds are in no way indicative of the real celebrity. They exist here only to build a story around.*
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Dorothy and Suzie grabbed Gary and they each kissed him tenderly. Jill had gone over the financial aspects of the job. They were officially on the payroll.
"Girls, I know I am pushing you into a position that needs your expertise immediately. It is critically important to me that you get the full picture of what we are doing as quickly as possible. The beauty of the job is that you can do it from anywhere on earth. You are going to be travelling with us most of the time."
"I hope that is okay with Frank and Tom," Suzie smiled.
"Somehow, I think that will just be fine with them," Gary grinned as he looked over Suzie's shoulder to see Frank and Tom walking arm in arm with Jill and Tammy. "She just had a talk with them so I know it will be fine."
Tammy ran into Gary's arms, kissing him wildly. "I was going to really get angry with you."
"Why baby?"
"Everyone is leaving. They are either moving to Vegas or points beyond. You won't be here. You were pulling a Gary on me again. Get me all hot and bothered and then, poof, you're gone. I was worried I wouldn't have anyone to fuck but then you left me such sweet presents. I love you so much."
"I'm almost afraid to ask. What presents did I leave you sweetheart?"
"Well baby, Frank and Tom have to be in Orlando most of the week so I'm figuring they will be spending time here while you're gone. We won't be alone." She turned to Suzie and Dorothy who were laughing wildly, "See girls, that's my man. He is always so considerate of my feelings."
"Sounds like he is more considerate of your pussy Tammy," Dorothy giggled.
"You're learning darling. When you have a pussy as precious as mine, it must be considered a priority at all times." She giggled and kissed Dorothy and Suzie.
"Tammy, there are always people here to play with. Yes, most of the gang is going to be spread out all over the continent but we will still have our base right here," Jill told her. "For ten freaking years I listened to how much he missed you girl. Do you think he would leave you high and dry now? Think about it baby. He ain't that brave."
"I love you too sis," Gary grinned. "You're right; I am not that brave at all."
"Brave, ha, that's a hoot! What is it that you are not brave enough to do bro?" Mark grinned as he walked in on the last of the conversation.
"He's not brave enough to leave my hot, sweet, tight, black pussy empty while you pricks are gallivanting all over the country," Tammy snickered. "Bravery isn't really an issue, is it? Stupidity would be a more appropriate term."
"You got that right darling and that's why we take you everywhere we go. You may think it is because we love you. Actually, truth be told, it is self-preservation," Mark said and ducked immediately.
Suzie looked to Jill and rolled her eyes. "They are older, definitely more handsome than ever, but they still haven't grown up, have they?" Suzie grinned at Jill.
"No baby, they are still the incorrigible son's of bitches we all fell in love with back in high school. I love it," Jill beamed. "I'm going to be shuttling people back to the airport. Want to fly with me?"
"Hell yes," Dorothy screamed. "I've never flown in a helicopter."
Gary and Mark said goodbye to everyone and left their guests in the good hands of the flight crews. They had three days to relax before a whirlwind would propel them into a frenzy that would take them to Hawaii in two and a half months.
When the last of the guests boarded the helicopter, Mark started to laugh. Cherry looked to see what had touched his funny bone and she burst out laughing too.
Gary was pouring drinks when Mark yelled that it was transformation time. He looked and saw Tammy and the girls frantically putting the playhouse back in proper working order.
The chopper had no sooner settled back on the landing pad when Tammy's voice was heard, "House rules are now in effect."
"Finally," Shannon grinned as she walked out on the patio. Tom and Frank stood speechless as they gazed on her glorious, Asian naked presence. "This has been a long few days."
It did not take long before everyone was naked, relaxing and having a good time. Mark looked over at the patio and chuckled. Gary saw it too and he winked at Mark.
Cherry, Wendy, Debbie, and Rose were walking towards them. Frank and Tom could not see them as they had their backs to them. Rose had an exceptionally playful, wicked grin on her face.
Cherry walked up to Mark; she tilted his chin kissing him spectacularly. Her perfect body moved effortlessly as her dark hair fell on his shoulders.
Wendy kissed Gary deliciously, stood, and turned into Mark. Cherry turned into Gary and the two women began to tease and please these two men.
Frank and Tom sat there in total amazement. Suzie and Dorothy had just walked out on the patio as all this was starting. Jill grabbed them and motioned for them to be quiet. They walked to the Tiki bar and Jim poured them drinks.
Debbie and Rose walked up to Tom and Frank. They kissed them deeply and passionately.
Rose, being in full-blown Rose mode, guaranteed that things promised to get intense very quickly. Jim reached down behind the bar, grabbed something, and walked over to Rose. She kissed him and walked behind the two men.
"My darlings, we have something very special in mind for you right now," she whispered. She deftly blindfolded both of the men, kissing them and teasing them fully. Debbie wrapped her hand around Tom's cock and Rose did the same to Frank.
The men felt their hands caressing them, building them to full strength. Soft, wet lips enveloped them. The sensational hot, sweet mouths plus the expert caressing drove both men wild.
"Ohmigod," Suzie gushed as she sat there in utter disbelief at what she was witnessing.
The blowjobs their two men were experiencing were amazing. Each man was in the capable control of a sexual, hungry tigress. Their men could not have been in better hands.
In unison, both women slid up and onto their ultra hard cocks. Their pussies were like hot velvet, soft and so sweet. The women were vociferous in their passion and desire.
They began to give these blindfolded men the ultimate in lap dances. Their pussies pulled and clasped onto their respective hardness as they danced on the end of their thick cocks.
Soft kisses cascaded over their chests, necks, and lips. The feel of sweet, firm breasts crushing against their flesh, drove those cocks deeper into each wonderful woman. Fingernails traced playfully across their necks while their pussies milked each cock with unfathomable expertise.
"Oh girls," Cherry sighed, "those cocks look like they need a hotter, tighter place to play. Shove those hot cocks up your asses my loves. I know how sweet those cocks are. Shove them in your ass and let these two take you to heaven."
Again, in unison, both women ascended those towering poles and placed them against their tight rosebuds. They moaned in unison as they slowly opened and enveloped them. Then they slid fully onto their long, hard, throbbing cocks.
The searing heat and the delicious tightness were driving both men wild. They loved the feeling more than they could explain. Certainly, the fact that they were wearing blindfolds had to play a part in their heightened sensations.
These women were on fire. Their sultry movements rapidly built as they wantonly stabbed their own greedy asses with these fine weapons. Two, hot, tight assholes gripped those strong cocks frantically. There was no stopping them. The women began immense climaxes. The clamping force they each displayed was intense, thrilling, and breathtaking. Their body-hugging grip on each cock literally pulled themselves out of their own bodies with each thrust and pull. The women kept cumming. Intense was an understatement.
Rose and Debbie walked behind the men and quickly and unexpectedly removed the blindfolds. Tom looked into Beyoncé's laughing eyes while Frank gazed into Carmen Electra's angelic face. Both women were cumming hard and the men lost it immediately.
Frank wrapped his arms around Carmen, stood, and picked her up. Still buried, deep inside her ass, he carried her to the cabana bed and laid her down. Frank kissed her and began to fuck her ass harder and deeper than he had ever fucked any ass before.
Tom joined him and together, both women took the spectacular fucking lovingly, and wantonly. They begged for more, so very much more. They switched and started over again. Screams of lust wafted over the grounds. It did not take long before everyone was engaged in something erotic and wet.
Suzie had fallen face first onto Mark's lap. She impaled her face on his long, broad cock. Wendy giggled, kissed her, and slid between her lush, swollen, tender lips. She instantly tasted Suzie's sweetness and marveled that, with each of Mark's deep thrusts into her throat, Suzie's pussy gushed deliciously onto Wendy's soft tongue.
Dorothy was attacking Gary with a passion that appeared to be unquenchable. All these years, she had listened to Suzie tell her of the three amigos and how fucking sexy they were and how she wished she had done them. Dorothy's heart sang as she realized the man she was with, right this minute, lived up to his reputation in every aspect: wonderful, kind, funny, and gorgeous. The fact that he was a billionaire and a fabulous fuck didn't hurt. Her head was swimming and her pussy gushing. Does it get any better than this, she wondered.
"Well ladies," Rose said as she looked to Cherry, Jill, and Debbie. "It looks like we finally have some relief around here."
"Oh yeah," Cherry whispered, "It's about time someone else took some of the burden from our shoulders."
Mark and Gary looked at the women who sat there snickering lovingly. Neither of them said a word.
Jill's eyes glazed over as she sat at the bar with Jim. "Payback is a bitch," she laughed.
Carmen and Beyonce were cumming hard. Dorothy was riding Gary's lap and screaming herself. Suzie's screams muffled as Mark was flooding her face with his sweet cum.
Jim walked over to the edge of the pool. He motioned for the girls to join him. They were laughing and giggling just before he shoved them into the pool.
Jill roared.
Suzie looked up, licked a pearl of cum from her lips, smiled at Jill. "I'm going to kill you if you tell me this is what I've been missing for all these years."
"Guess I'm a dead girl, huh? Baby, it's always been good but now, it is exceptional. Now, you see what your new office is actually like. Do you like it?"
"I love it," she giggled. "I think Dorothy is in lust too."
Gary hung up his phone and motioned for Mark to come with him. They jumped into the chopper and headed to the airport. The pilots were arriving home and they were ready to party. Mark called Linda and let her know it would be almost a full house tonight.
Tammy and Linda had been smoking meat all day. When they touched down for the last time that night, the sweet smell of barbecue filled the air.
People were milling around, eating, and laughing when Jim picked up the microphone. "I want everyone to know that we are breaking the rules just this once. Dorothy, Suzie, Frank, and Tom are being 'certified' but not here. Jeremy insisted that we wait and have them 'certified' in Thailand. Now, personally, we know what that means. We have been there. They have not. Would it be off base if I suggested that they need at least one rehearsal?"
A resounding chorus of friendly obscenities filled the air. Jill burst out laughing while Mark and Gary took extra helpings of barbeque. They knew they would need their strength.
The next few months flew by.
The Las Vegas opening was a massive success. Mark finally met Tom, Cherry's ex-boss, who had been so helpful with everything he needed to make her well again. They became instant friends. All the dancers from Sapphires showed up and an impromptu party broke out later at Marks.
Nashville exceeded everyone's wildest imagination. Industry night closely resembled the CMA awards. Everyone who was anyone in the Country Music field was there. The party lasted all night long. When the club opened to the public, it was standing room only in minutes.
Red and Nancy were freaking out. The next three clubs, Dallas, Miami, and Oklahoma City were just warm-ups for the impossible task ahead for New Years. They had three days to open three clubs and only two of them to insure these clubs were perfect.
The Dallas opening was particularly special. Roberta became the Center manager, thrilling her immensely. She managed the Velvet Glove and Phil was in charge of Country Girl. Matt was running the restaurant and loving it. Ainsley had suggested that they stay with her until a suitable house became available for them to live in.
Jerry and Gina Jones had invited the entire team and the Cheerleaders to opening night. Ainsley was speechless. Gina could not stop laughing but she had a big surprise in store for her. Not only had they invited the current team but they also brought in the former players as well. Ainsley had been a fan as long as she could remember.
Mark looked at Gary and grinned. "I hope we have Ainsley on camera," he said into his microphone. "Watch her face Gar; it is going to get intense in here in just a minute."
"Ohmigod, I want to meet them too. Those two have been my favorites of all time."
Gina Jones walked up to Ainsley from the rear. Ainsley turned to her and all the color in her face drained completely. She was more than speechless. Gina stood there with two gorgeous black men who she simply had to introduce to the Cowboy's sexiest fan. The sight of these two men had literally blown her mind.
"Darling, I know they don't need any introduction but they wanted to come over and say hello to the single best fan the Cowboys have ever had."
"Gary, I want you to meet two of my good friends. Say hello to Emmitt Smith and Tony Dorsett," Mark laughed as he kissed Gina hello. "Don't mind Ainsley guys, she'll come around in a few minutes."
Ainsley grabbed Mark and held on for dear life. He laughed, kissed Ainsley again, grabbed Gina, and headed off to find Jerry.
"She'll never be the same Gina," Mark laughed. "For that matter, neither will Gary. Those two are huge fans."
December 28th was the public opening of the Times Square Center in Midtown Manhattan. Between Donald and Mark, they had located a property that perfectly filled the bill. The renovations were intense and expensive but ultimately worth it. Red and Nancy had out done themselves.
No one expected an industry night like what occurred in New York. Everything was the same as with the preceding openings with one major exception. They failed to take into account the celebrity of their own, sweet, Brenda Lutz. Broadway came out in force. Wendy sent a text to Gary telling him that the dancers' dressing rooms looked like a funeral parlor with all the flowers.
Every fashion model was there. Many had already signed with Lori and the rest wanted to sign as soon as humanly possible. The one thing they all had in common was a deep, gut-wrenching hatred of Trainer. Mark was not setting out to break him. His own clients were.
There was no time to waste. As soon as Toby Keith's Red Solo cup played, everyone headed to the airport. Los Angeles opened in just a few hours. It was crazy busy from the moment they were wheels down in Los Angeles. This was going to be a wild two days.
Hollywood came out this time. The success of the Centers had spread like wildfire. Videos had gone viral and it was THE ticket to have in Los Angeles.
Maya and Tila had made an addition to the Dorgasmic.com Club Camera programming. Now, not only could you have your photo taken and sent to you; you could tweet your photo to the world. Those tweets were fast becoming a status symbol unlike any other.
The entertainment industry loved the entire concept. The public ate it up.
When they were wheels up and all jets heading west over the blue Pacific waters a stark realization settled in. Everyone was tired. They knew they had a well-deserved rest coming up.
Cherry vowed that Hawaii was definitely going to end differently this year. So much had happened. She was lucky to be alive. She had come to realize that she was probably the luckiest woman on earth today. She had a man who actually loved her for who she was. He knew her flaws and he put up with all of her crazy bullshit, even when it was hurtful and painful. He never flinched in his undying love for her.
She also realized that she actually had serious, loving friends who would be there for her anytime she needed them as well. That, probably more than anything else, had shaken her to the core. She had come to accept it and had actually embraced it fully.
There was something else too. Something that was different. Her head was unscrambled. She had focus, drive, and a calmness that had never been there before. Of course, she knew she was safe. That was a huge plus. Couple that with financial independence and an unmatched sex life, who wouldn't feel good. Most importantly, she had broken the barrier and embraced love for the first time in her life.
Cherry smiled as she lay back in her seat on the Gulfstream G650. She had her guys too. Those three gorgeous black hunks of orgasmic beauty were the best gift Mark had ever given her. She loved each one of them but she loved Mark even more. She closed her eyes and smiled.
A chime sounded. "Orgasm 2, this is Orgasm 1. I have to know if you are experiencing the same technical difficulties we are over here?" Jack grinned.
"Orgasm 1, this is Orgasm 2. Actually, it used to be Orgasm 2. Now, unfortunately, I have to refer to ourselves as Geriatric 2." Alan laughed.
"Orgasm 1, this is Limp Dick One," Brianna giggled. "It seems to be company wide. I don't think they could get it up if they tried."
Cherry's smile grew wider. She was sitting there, listening to those wonderful, crazy fucks, and reminiscing on her first flights with them.
"Orgasm 1, this is Big Boner 1. Do not know what your problem is. I have Michelle, Lori, and Ainsley aboard. I'm not a doctor but I can tell you, the blood pressure on this flight is just fine thank you very much," Phil laughed.
The cockpit door opened and Tom looked back out into the cabin. "Attention all pilots: She is sitting there with some kind of shit eating grin on her face. She still has her clothes on. Is there a Doctor on board?"
Gina's voice came throughout the cabins intercom, "Orgasm 1, this is Limp Dick 1. I think this would work. Stand by and let me see if I can make this happen." There was static briefly but soon, Baditude wafted through all of the speakers on all jets. "Oh, that's good. It does work. Now, let's see if this works." Four large-screen TV's came to life on four jets.
Cherry started to laugh. Mark leaned over and kissed her sweetly.
"Didn't someone call for a doctor?" Phil laughed from Michelle's jet. "Is there a Doctor in the house?"
Baditude cranked right up when the bedroom door opened and three, exceptionally naked, black men, danced up the aisle. Cherry was looking at the TV and saw motion behind her. She turned, screamed for joy, and ran into Rashad's strong arms.
"This is so much better. The Orgasm Squadron is back in the air," Tom giggled as a massive orgy erupted.
"Ohmigod, I am so glad to see you," Cherry gushed as Rashad hugged her tightly. She kissed him, Jamal and Chris. She turned, ran back to Mark, kissing him deeply and lovingly. She ran back to the guys who were saying hello to everyone onboard. She grabbed them and pulled them back to the bedroom.
The intercoms chimed, "Oh dear, sorry folks on Orgasm 1. I'm afraid I have to do this," Tom giggled as he put on the Fasten Seat Belt Sign. "As you can see, they are going into the bedroom. Now we have to work so much harder to keep this jet level. Not fair, not fair."
Everyone laughed hysterically.
A trail of exquisite clothing followed Jill as she walked up the isle and plopped herself on Mark's lap. "Mister, I figure we have five hours to ourselves. I want you and no one other than you."
"You're behind that huh?"
"Yep," she smiled. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him to her face. Her kiss was soft, tender, and full of love. "I never thought life could get better than it already was but I was wrong. Gary is so happy and now, you are too. I was so worried about you. I love her Mark. I really, really do."
"Well don't think I've forgotten you my love. You were my first love and you will always be until the day I die. Life is crazy right now. It will slow down. We're doing far better than we thought we would be so far. It's encouraging but it opens up other possibilities too."
"What possibilities?" she asked.
Mark held up a finger to her lips. She got the message. Her eyes sparkled, drifted down to gaze on his finger. Her beautiful mouth opened. She giggled as she ran her lips across his finger. Her tongue snaked out and she played with his finger sensuously.
"Mmm baby, are you happy to see me?" she giggled as she felt him harden deliciously.
"Now what would give you that idea," he giggled.
Suddenly, the intercoms chimed. "They're off. Jamal has taken the lead. He's ahead by a head. Rashad is making a run up the inside. Tom, are you seeing what I'm seeing. Is it possible? Why yes, apparently it is possible, I swear, I'm watching this right this very minute. Yes, that is right, Chris is bringing up the rear...," Jack announced to the four jets.
"Wow, I bet that will leave a mark," Tom giggled. "Ouch...oh fuck yes!"
That did it. Four sets of pilots and passengers were rolling on the floor of the planes. No one could concentrate on anything but his or her own hysterical laughter. It wasn't until Jack and Tom started cracking off that people realized they had turned on the bedroom cameras on Mark's Jet. All eyes fixated on Cherry and her three black hunks.
Mark lost it. Jill roared with laughter as Mark hit the cabin intercom switch. "You two fucks are dead meat. You know that, don't you? She is going to kill you. What's worse, she is going to blame me for all of this,' he laughed. Of course, Tom and Jack broadcasted this conversation to the other jets as well.
"Well, I'm damned glad to see that I'm not the only one who can get in trouble without trying," Gary quipped. "I'm also feeling rather secure right now because, for once, I'm not onboard your jet. Too bad Jeremy wasn't here for that one."
"Who says I wasn't," Jeremy smiled from the flat-screens. "Sis and I have been working on this for a couple of weeks. We had to make sure the electronics worked and they did."
Jill wiped her eyes and tried desperately to stop laughing. "She is going to kill us. You're lucky; you're in Thailand. We have to live with her."
"Uh Boss, how many pilots are onboard right now," Jamal asked from the bedroom.
"Ut oh, here it comes," Brianna giggled.
Mark looked around the cabin and took a head count. "From the looks of it there are four pilots aboard. Why?"
"How many of them have dicks Boss?"
"That's easy, three of them have."
"What is the past tense of have?" Cherry inquired sweetly and lovingly.
"If you do what I think you're going to do Cherry, pickle them, and save them for me," Rose quipped.
"Oh shit, now she has gone beyond being greedy to becoming a collector. Be afraid, be very afraid," Michelle giggled.
"Mark, darling," Cherry purred, "don't ever fire them. I love them too much."
Everyone roared and the trans-Pacific orgy continued. Jeremy signed off and wished them well for the Honolulu festivities. There was still unabashed banter between the pilots, which caused Mark's crew to forget to turn off the bedroom cameras. All four jets were receiving the feed from the rear of Mark's 650.
Cherry giggled as she hugged the three fantastic hunks who were planning to take her to paradise yet again.
Jill couldn't stop laughing as she rested her head on Mark's shoulder, "Darling, Cherry is so very right. Jack and Tom are priceless. She is going to neuter them, you do know that."
"No kidding. I have to hand it to you. That was funny," he said as he was watching the action on the big screen. "I've only seen her do them just once. The night they 'certified' her was a night I'll never forget. Just look at her. God, she is elegant, isn't she?"
"I expected no less from you. Do you ever think about how our lives have evolved Mark? The entire world would freak if they knew the truth. I mean, seriously, we are the epitome of unconventionality. Yes, we started young but we were not alone. Many kids our age were experimenting. We all know that. What do you think was the one thing we did so differently?"
Mark looked into her eyes and smiled, "We fell in love. I've thought about it so many times. I have always recognized that one thing as the big difference. The three of us, unknowingly and unwittingly, had a friend who we grew to love. She was so-so kinda pretty and she had a funny disposition, and from the first time we met, she made us laugh. We were all curious about life, love, and sex. Do you remember those discussions? I do. Wow, were we misinformed."
Jill was listening and watching Cherry in the bedroom at the same time. "We sure were. I think you could say we were dumb as a box of rocks," she laughed. "That was when we started experimenting. I had never seen a boy naked before. I know you three had seen naked women because of D'Orgasmic. It's hard to grow up around simply the most beautiful and elegant women on earth and not see them naked. That was a given in my books."
"Sweetheart," Mark grinned, "back then, the big difference was this. Seeing did not equate to knowing what to do with what you saw."
"That is why we all adore Brenda so much. She taught us everything. She achieved the fame she has because, foremost, she is technically perfect when she walks onto a stage. She studied, learned, rehearsed, and perfected her craft. Then she began to improvise, improve, and trail blaze. She set the standard. She set the bar so damned high; few ever will attain her status. She did that with us too."
"Jill, I give thanks every single day that I was too damned loud by the toolshed. I shudder to think what kind of a different path our lives would have taken if she hadn't spotted us. Yes, she taught us to be the best technical lovers but more importantly, she taught us how to love. That is the big difference. She gave that blessing to us. Whether we know it, consciously or not, the four of us have taken her lessons and have applied each principal to our entire adult life and careers. That is why we have all become so successful." Mark looked into her eyes and kissed her lovingly and passionately.
"My love, you still haven't really answered the question."
"Okay, hell yes, we were so far out of bounds that it was not funny with most of what we did as teenagers but the answer to your question seems to be not in what we did but in what not one of us ever did."
"I don't follow you."
"There were four of us. From the day we met, can you recall ever hearing any of us say that we were going to marry anyone? If you did, that would be news to me. None of us ever said it because not even one of us ever wanted anyone other than you. I can tell you that sincerely. I never heard you say it either. The four of us were in love with each other and we simply assumed we would be together forever. So far, forever seems to be working out for us pretty well," Mark, said, as he kissed her deeper and more passionately than he had in years.
Suddenly, without any warning, she levitated from his arms. Mark grabbed her and hung on for dear life. Everyone was screaming. The jet was in freefall.
Mark held on to Jill with all his strength and it was barely enough. The jet was plummeting straight down at a horrific speed.
"Air pocket," Jill screamed and Mark held on tighter. The plane continued to fall and Mark became more than a bit alarmed.
A silent hush fell over the plane during this time. No one knew what was happening. It just kept falling.
Jill's nails dug into Mark's shoulder and he could see the look of terror in her eyes. They were seasoned pilots and they had been through many air pockets before but this one was one for the record books.
There was no air around their wings to support the jet.
Suddenly the G650 lurched hard and stabilized. They had regained air. A collective sigh of relief wafted through the occupants.
A horrendous shriek came from the bedroom on the jet. It was loud and it was long.
From the rear of the jet, an unmistakable, breathless voice was heard, "Yes, Ohmigod YES! You stop and I'll hurt you. Holy fuck, Holy fuck, Ohmigod. This is fuckmeblindilicious. Yes you big black stallions, Ohmigod, Ohmigod! Yes! Fuck yes! Nothing has ever felt like this before, keep fucking me dammit! OH YES! Oh," Cherry screamed at the top of her lungs.
Mark and Jill disentangled themselves and rushed into the cockpit. Jack and Tom were soaking wet and white knuckling it. Their hearts were pounding so fast they could barely breathe. Mark looked at the altimeter and whistled.
"Are you kidding me," he exclaimed.
Jack, barely able to form words, shook his head negatively.
"Mark, we were cruising at 39,000 feet. We fell 31,000 feet. Is everyone all right back there," Tom burst out.
"I don't know. Holy shit, I don't know," Jill screamed when she saw how far they had dropped.
"Get out of the chairs, both of you. Check on everyone. We'll take over for now. You need to unwind," Mark ordered.
Jill and Mark assumed the controls and immediately began an inflight checklist to determine if the freefall, coupled with the sudden and violent regaining of air, had damaged the craft in any way.
"Mark, what happened," Gary's anxious voice came across the radio.
""That was the mother of all air pockets. We lost 31,000 feet of altitude. We're shaken up but we are whole," Mark replied. "All systems are good and I'm bringing us back up to altitude."
Tom came rushing in to tell them everyone was okay, everyone but Cherry, that is.
"What is wrong with Cherry?"
"Mark, it must have something to do about Hawaii, I don't know, but that woman of yours is totally going bat shit crazy back there. Everyone on board is trying to calm down and she is screaming and demanding more from the guys." The look on Tom's face said it all.
"That is a relief," Jill said with a quirky smile on her lips. "Mark and I were talking and watching them on the plasma when we went into free fall. I honestly don't remember much other than willing the jet to stay in the air. Mark and I ran up here but I distinctly heard her screaming. Hell, she even made up a new word again. I thought I was losing my mind."
"I heard it too. I think she said something like this is fuckmeblindilicious. What the hell, are you two telling me you can't speak Cherryisms by now? That one has me stumped though. Even as over the top as she is sexually, I can't imagine how she could go through that and never miss a beat. I mean...really," Mark, sighed.
"Well boss, why don't we look and see what happened in the bedroom while we were falling? We were broadcasting it so we have it. Let's see exactly what brought this on," Tom giggled.
"The last thing I remember is that they were just about to take her airtight. I never saw anything after that," Jill laughed.
"Don't broadcast this, let's just take a look at it," Mark said as Jack re-entered the cockpit.
Jack had regained his composure and asked, "Look at what?"
Tom had found it and it flashed on the cockpit monitor to answer his question.
"Holy shit," Jill burst out. "They are weightless. They are floating."
Jill screamed, "Did you see that?"
"Replay that," Mark howled. "Slow the replay. Ohmigod, I have to see this again."
"Look at Jamal's face," Jack grinned. "He's speechless. Look at how big his eyes are. He sees it but he doesn't believe it. Look at him. Oh boss, this is priceless."
"She's definitely enjoying this," Tom whispered. "Boss, I know you said you were taking the controls but I would like them back now please.
"What time is it Tom," Jack asked?
"It's time for the Jack and Tom show," he snickered.
"I can't wait," Jill snickered. "Oh wait, look, look at that," she sighed. Rashad and Chris were helping Cherry to her feet as they spoke. A dichotomy of emotions played out on the screen. Cherry's impeccable smile was colossal. It shone amid the absolute anguish each baby step she took brought her. The guys helped her into the cabin.
"Okay, if you are going to do the Jack and Tom show, you are going to need a sponsor," Mark belly laughed. "I've got the perfect one in mind. Everyone has read all of Gary's stories on Literotica. I wonder how many will pick up on this immediately?"
"They are coming out into the cabin. Let's get in there and act like nothing has happened," Jill beamed.
Mark and Jill re-entered the cabin and talked to everyone. Chris asked what had happened as they were just sitting down. Mark explained and asked them if they were hurt. Cherry glowed but insisted that she was fine as well. It was all Jill and Mark could do to keep straight faces. Someone had made a fresh round of drinks and handed each of them one when the 'Fasten Seat Belt' sign came on.
Mark and Jill took their seats and dutifully fastened their seatbelts.
The lights dimmed and the flat-screen sprang to life. All jets were on the receiving end of this one.
"Ladies and gentlemen aboard Orgasm One, thank you for flying on this wet and wonderful airline. We felt compelled to interrupt the festivities, which we have been, sadly, yet again, left out of," Jack pouted. "Is that anyway to start the Jack and Tom inflight entertainment? I am serious, really!"
"I know Jack," Tom said sadly. "We work for heartless people. They treat us so poorly. It's shameful I tell you, shameful. Well, enough of that, we will be right back after this word from our sponsor."
"That's right Tom, tonight's broadcast is being brought to you by Hydro Bob's Miracle Donut. Hydro Bob's Miracle Donut is the one essential accessory you must have with you while travelling aboard any of the D'Orgasmic fleet of executive jets."
"And exactly what are the benefits of Hydro Bob's Miracle Donut, Jack?"
Across the expanse of space, Gary sat in the comfort of his own jet and roared uncontrollably. He stared; transfixed to the broadcast but the tears streaming down his face blurred his vision. Rose, Debbie, and Wendy looked at him and they started laughing as well.
"Oh dear, what the hell happened over there," Debbie asked.
Most of the passengers on all the flights were laughing too. They had all read chapters two and three of 'The Party at Hydro Bob's'. Connie had set a personal best of humongous dimensions and Gary had rewarded her with an inflatable donut to sit on during her well-earned recovery.
"Well Tom, before we get into that, a word of explanation seems to be in order here. Our jet has just experienced a major air event. We hit a tremendous air void and, in fact, we were in uncontrolled freefall for almost 31,000 feet. I'm certainly glad we had exceptional, yet vastly underpaid, pilots at the controls of this craft. Suffice it to say, their skill coupled with their amazing technical capabilities have allowed this broadcast to be available to all of you right now.
"Jack, that is amazing. Was anyone seriously injured?"
Mark and Jill were huddled close together, laughing at the wonderful bozos flying and putting on this piece of entertainment.
"Tom, through the miracle the electronics on this craft produce, allow me to run a piece of video and we'll let our viewers decide if anyone was injured or not. I must issue a warning to the passengers on Orgasm 1. What you are about to view, you actually experienced. Let me just state, for the record, that record is probably an understatement. Let's look at the video.
The plasmas showed the bedroom of Mark's G650.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Holy fuck me flying, you have this on tape!" Cherry blushed beet red as she looked from Rashad to Jamal and then to Chris.
All eyes intently glued to the screens as the scene unfolded.
The cabin cameras were focused on Cherry, and her guys. They, more than anyone else, watched intently. Their images appeared in the upper left corner of the screen as the action unfolded. It was a normal Cherrylicious gangbang with her three wonderful black Adonis's until the jet hit the air pocket.
They watched as Chris had turned Cherry around. His massive cock fully implanted in her ass. Cherry lay back on his chest, her eyes looking upwards at Jamal's stiff cock, soon to be buried deep in her throat. She started to raise her hands to his enormous black armament as Rashad stepped in, armed and ready, to stretch her pussy walls tightly when the plane lost air.
"Cherry and Chris are still deeply attached. Look at the expressions on all of their faces," Jack snickered.
"They don't have a clue what is going on. That is the first-time I've ever seen any of them look frightened," Mark's voice was overlaid on the playback. "Look at Rashad's face. Wow, that is pure fright," Mark exclaimed.
The jet kept falling as Jamal and Rashad flapped in the airspace. Chris had restricted Cherry's rise to the ceiling with his long arm wrapped around her waist. His firm grip, with the other hand, on the edge of the mattress slowed his own rise considerably. Cherry's sphincter had an iron grip on Chris' monster manhood as well.
Suddenly and violently the jet ceased falling. In unison, all four bodies smashed down. Chris' cock reached a new depth inside Cherry just as Rashad's feet smacked into the cabin floor. Jamal did the same and his huge cock hit Cherry in the cheek and bounced off.
Gravity transformed Rashad into a black, magic, fornicator. His body crashed onto Cherry's lithe frame with an unmeasurable strength. His gigantic black cock, aimed and poised to tear into Cherry's well used, but resilient pussy, missed its mark. His cock slammed onto the extensive vastness of Chris' own black, runway sized organ, which continued penetrating deep into Cherry's molten hot ass.
Rashad's cock had landed on top of Chris. His forward movement had slid along Chris's cock straight into Cherry's hungry asshole. Cherry had two enormous black cocks in her ass.
"Yes, Ohmigod YES! You stop and I'll hurt you. Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Ohmigod! This is fuckmeblindilicious. Yes you big black stallions, Ohmigod, Ohmigod! Yes! Fuck yes! Nothing has ever felt like this before, keep fucking me dammit! OH YES! OH," Cherry screamed at the top of her lungs.
Neither Jill nor Mark realized they were also on camera.
"God, she's loud," Mark giggled and rolled his eyes. "Does she remind you of anyone?"
Jill doubled over in laughter. "Shove both of those cocks up your ass big boy and see how quiet you'd be," Jill cried as mascara-laden tears streamed down her face.
Everyone roared hysterically.
All eyes turned to look at Cherry. She sat in the soft seat of the Gulfstream mesmerized by the images on the monitor. She was speechless, her eyes the size of watermelons. Rashad, Jamal, and Chris giggled sheepishly. Cherry smiled, winced, and smiled again.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I've seen some wild things but this is so far over the top, I'm speechless," Gary exclaimed from the comfort of his own luxury jet.
Brianna came over the intercom, "Cherry, two ladies aboard this flight want to talk to you."
The images of Ronnie and Staci appeared. "Wow girlfriend that was simply amazing. I mean, seriously amazing. I am almost at a loss for words. Do you remember what you told those three gorgeous men back in Orlando? Do you? I sure do. You told them to do to us exactly what they do to you. You remember that don't you?"
Cherry burst out laughing so hard she could barely sit upright. She distinctly remembered.
"Cherry, we love you so much. We really do. Staci and I have had a chance to talk. When you told them to do to us exactly what they did to you, we were thrilled. Now, NOT SO MUCH!"
That did it. Mark rolled out of his chair and onto the floor of the jet. He was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. Jill looked like she had walked by a spray booth. Mascara was everywhere and she would not stop laughing.
All of a sudden, Tom appeared on screen and told everyone to fasten their seatbelts, as they may be experiencing turbulence.
"If you cocksuckers hit turbulence, I'll sue you," Cherry shrieked.
Thank God for autopilot. No one could control anything after that, let alone the pilots. All thoughts of continuing the orgies seemed to vanish. Apparently, it is difficult to maintain a hardon while you are gasping for breath. Besides, who wants to stick their cock into a mouthful of perfect teeth when that person is laughing uncontrollably?
Over on Gary's jet, he tried to get out of his seat but he couldn't. Wave upon wave of hysterical hilarity crippled him and his tears were torrential.
"Thankfully, we have that on tape. I know I have Connie's address somewhere. I am sending this to her," Red shrieked. "I never thought I would live see anything like that."
"I know someone else who would get a kick out of this," Nancy giggled. "Bob would freak if he saw this."
Gary, gasping for breath, grinned, "He'd lose his mind. I think I permanently injured myself laughing."
"Oh no, you didn't just say that, did you Mister," Cherry snickered. "Did I hear him right? I'm the one who needs a Doctor."
Everyone roared yet again.
Michelle's pilot Phil spoke above the uproarious laughter. "Cherry, Cherry, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that I called for a Doctor and this is the result." He continued in his best Jewish Doctor voice, "The good news is I was able to get you such a deal. The hemorrhoidectomy included a complimentary hysterectomy. However, because you are so damn sexy, they threw in the lobotomy for free."
Mark lost it.
Cherry winced.
As the jets arrived in Hawaii, the Limousines lined up to take them to their hotel. Mark and Cherry were the last ones to deplane. A deafening roar went up as all were standing on the tarmac to cheer on the queen of ouch.
Brenda rushed to her, gave her the Brenda stare, and flatly told her, "You'd better be able to dance."
"What happens if I can't," Cherry questioned.
Jill, snorted, "She will make you do it over repeatedly until you get it right. Practice is the only cure for the pain."
"That's the motto we learned and live by," Mark chuckled.
Cherry glared at him.
The entire staff of the Hawaiian operation was there to greet them with lei's and warm embraces. There was just enough time for everyone to get ready to open the latest club.
The tropical breeze was sweet and warm as they approached the club. Traffic was heavy due to the media trucks taking up one lane. The paparazzi were out in force. Locals and tourists lined the streets to see the celebrities.
A different Miss Hawaii greeted each limo's invitees with leis, warm welcomes, while escorting them out onto the beach, where a full-blown, spectacular Hawaiian Luau awaited. The food was amazing and the show breathtaking. This was a treat for everyone to mingle before as well as after the night's festivities.
The Japanese, long known for their love of all things American, were everywhere. Their total love of Country and Western music is legendary and they were chomping at the bit to hear the best the industry had to offer. The industry didn't let them down.
Gary and Mark stood back and quietly watched as Jim had totally taken control of all aspects of the opening. By this time, he was well seasoned and quite polished.
Cherry, to her credit, performed flawlessly. She put on a show full of life, love, and unabashed sex appeal. The public ate it up.
With Jeremy's assistance, the D'Orgasmic fireworks at Midnight rang in the New Year spectacularly. He had used his Asian contacts to procure the finest fireworks imaginable.
Almost all of the original stars showed up for this event. Hawaii definitely has that appeal. It was party time, Hawaiian style for everyone.
Jim and Holly were responsible for the next opening in Memphis on Jan 15th. Halley and Ted were heading up that center. Halley was the center manager but this gorgeous black woman with the incredible legs wasn't happy.
Everyone had just finished watching the fireworks when she approached Mark and Gary. She put her arms around them and sobbed, "Why me? What have I ever done wrong?"
This shocked them to their core. "Where did this come from? What are you talking about," Gary asked.
"I'm being punished but I don't know why. My center is the next one to open and you two are going on vacation. I'm not going to get my fill of you before I am too busy to think of sex. Everyone else has had the pleasure of your company before the openings but not me. I want to cry," she grinned.
Cherry looked at Rashad and his bright white smile was dazzling. "Halley, you know we all love you. You've worked just as hard as everyone else has and I can speak for both of these two when I say that we appreciate everything you have accomplished. Trust me darling, we will make this up to you." Cherry caught a wicked smirk that flashed across Jamal's face.
"Halley, we love you. You know that," Mark said as he leaned over and kissed her sweetly. "Cherry is absolutely right. We will make this up to you." He winked at Cherry, kissed Halley again and wandered off to schmooze with the guests.
"Have we ever let you down?" Gary grinned, "Please don't think we are going to start any time soon dear. We love you too much for that." He kissed her, grabbed her hot tight butt and playfully squeezed, then kissed her again.
Rose, Debbie, and Wendy stood there grinning. "Ut oh, I wonder what they have up their sleeves," Wendy smirked.
"Something pretty amazing, I think," Halley grinned. "Thanks girls, I knew I could count on you."
They laughed and rejoined the party.
Mark and Cherry left shortly afterwards and headed back to their suite for a pleasant evening filled with soft, tender romance. After her inflight experience, that was the best they could hope for.
Mark lit a cigarette and handed it to her. "I love you darling. Just answer this question please. What is it with you and Hawaii?"
Cherry giggled, started to answer, and just kept giggling. "I dunno baby. Everyone says it is paradise. I think it is paradise. Isn't paradise supposed to be off the chart amazing? Trust me, today was off the fucking chart amazing. Thank you for setting that up."
"Don't thank me, thank Jill and Jeremy. They did it, not me."
"Oh they did, did they? I must remember to repay them," she smiled evilly. Cherry turned into Mark's face only to find him gently snoring.
The next morning began slowly for everyone. The frantic pace they had been living under for the last six months had taken its toll. They were exhausted.
Kono and Daniel were the perfect people in perfect location. Industry Night was perfect; not a single problem at all.
Kono, Daniel, Brenda, Joy, and Staci came to their hotel for a brief meeting before heading to the center for the official first night of business. New Year's Eve is always big in the islands but the buzz on the television was the opening of the center and the remarkable talent, products, and food offered at the D'Orgasmic Center. The reviews were wonderful and according to local TV reports, there was a long line of people waiting to get in.
"She did what? Whoa girlfriend, back up, they did what? No way! I've seen that girl do some amazing things but...really!" Kono gasped after Jill told her about the flight over.
Daniel, wide-eyed as he was handsome, listened incredulously. "Could you be mistaken? Jill seriously, she couldn't, could she? We all saw her dance last night. That was the best she has ever danced as far as I could tell. She truly was phenomenal. If what you are saying is true, I'm lost to explain it."
"Okay, sit down and watch this," Gary grinned as he walked into the suite.
Mark walked in, looked at everyone, and started to laugh and point. "Dumb-struck, dumbfounded, amazed, shocked and what's this," he giggled as he looked at the expression on Kono's lovely face, "Pure unadulterated lust. Wow, Kono, your eyes are spinning. Gary, is she drooling? I think she is!"
Kono blushed to a deep crimson; her eyes never left the tablet. "That is so fucking hot. Seriously, that had to really hurt."
"Best hurt I've ever had," Cherry laughed as she walked into the suite. "Biggest surprise I've experienced too. Chris was already deep inside when we started to fall. When we stopped falling, he truly can say he had gone where no man has gone before. It felt like I could give him head just by swallowing. Rashad slammed in there and I went wild. I loved it."
"We love you Cherry even if you are a bit warped," Joy grinned. She leaned over and kissed her. "We've got to go. It is going to be a busy day. Did you see the TV coverage?
Opening night for the public was a bit more difficult. The crowd was far larger than the capacity of the center. Holly instructed her staff to send food out to the people waiting in line to get in. The outdoor signage included two massive flat-screen signs, which they converted to monitors. All of the festivities were broadcast to those outside not lucky enough to get in.
Inside, it was spectacular. The center officially opened in great Hawaiian style. Everyone was happy. The Pro Bowl was just a few days away. As a result, most of the players attended for this opening. This opening just could not get any better. Rashad, Chris, and Jamal were the unofficial NFL hosts and they made sure to introduce all their friends to everyone.
Holly, Gary's girls, Vicki, and of course Kono were in awe of these gorgeous hunks.
Gary and Mark sat in the VIP section of Country Girl and couldn't stop gigging. "They sure do love Country Music, don't they?"
"Apparently," Mark snickered. "That is the meanest 120lb. cowboy I've ever seen. His hat is as big as he is."
"Rashad asked me about Memphis and when we were sending Halley up there. I told him she was leaving in two days. He wasn't happy. Didn't say why though," Gary told Mark.
"I bet he wasn't. Humor me and keep her here until next Wednesday. Send Ted on ahead but keep her here," Mark said.
"I can do that, not a problem. What is going on?"
"Just go with the flow on this. I'm not exactly sure, but I think it will be worth it in the end," Mark smiled knowing exactly what was coming. "I definitely want Ainsley, Ann, Gillian, and Elaine here until then as well. Oh hell, Michelle had better be here too."
"That works for me. They have all worked hard. What are a few extra days of rest going to hurt?" Gary smiled. "What time do we have to be ready for the Pro Bowl Banquet?"
"The limos will be at the hotel at 5PM tomorrow. Shannon is putting a guy blackout on the women prior to the event. Everyone will be in a new and gorgeous gown. I'm told we are not to see them until we leave."
Gary looked at Mark and grinned, "I'm wondering what Cherry is going to wear to the game. Last year she became famous worldwide instantly. Don't you think it is strange that she has been absolutely silent on that this year?"
"I've been wondering the same thing. All I know is that she was in Shannon's office last week and they were giggling like schoolgirls. Something is up. I just don't know what."
"That's what I love about the life we have Mark. They think we surprise them all the time. They really don't get how much they blow us away constantly."
The evening ended and the semi-vacation began.
The next morning Rashad, Jamal, and Chris headed to practice and the rest of them headed to the pool. Cherry walked out and got into the hot tub and she started to laugh. Aleka looked over at her and the smile spread all over that gorgeous Hawaiian beauty's face.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she grinned.
"Same hotel, same hot tub, same gorgeous pussies, you're damned right I am thinking the same thing," Cherry grinned.
""I told you Lori," Michelle laughed as they slid into the tub. "There is no way she would forget that morning. Fuck that was one of the hottest things we've ever done."
"Correct me if I'm mistaken but wasn't that the same day we met Kono, Daniel, Brenda, and Joy?"
"A day that will live in infamy," Cherry giggled just before they all dunked her under.
Hands began caressing legs, breasts, and pussies. The girls were giggling, loving the new moment while relishing their past explosive experiences in this hot tub. The only thing different was they didn't have to go shopping this time. Shannon had taken care of everything. The D'Orgasmic women would tantalize and amaze the world once again.
To that end, the Asian goddess appeared at poolside and began barking orders incessantly. "Get out of that hot tub dammit. We have work to do. Don't forget whom you're dealing with. I can't make magic with your asses in that pool. It takes a lot of time to make you scraggly bitches look good. Now, chop-chop, move it."
"Holy fuck, what is up your ass darling?" Cherry asked.
"Don't mind her," Gary laughed as he walked by. "She's been hanging around Brenda far too long. By the way, I'm not here so forget you ever saw me. I forgot this is a no man zone at least for a little while."
It was a funny spectacle watching an intensely passionate Asian herding four of the sexiest women on earth into the hotel and into the capable hands of Hawaii's master hair and makeup artists.
Gary laughed and walked into the bar. Holly and Mark were having a drink and reviewing last night's numbers. Holly slid the tablet over to Gary. He looked at the figures and whistled. He looked at the projections they had made many months ago and smiled broadly.
"You know, when you first showed me these figures, I thought you two were crazy," Holly said. "I've been doing this a long time and I had serious doubts about your sanity. Not anymore; I remember you telling me to get used to huge numbers but this is out of bounds. Every center is not just meeting their projections; they are blowing these numbers out of the water. I don't think I've ever been more proud of a group of people in my life."
"I agree," Mark said. "How did we ever get so lucky? This is something that we've talked about for many years. I never thought it would ever materialize. You know Holly, that blowjob you gave Jim was not a million dollar blowjob baby. It was a billion dollar blowjob. I'm just sorry I missed it."
Holly's complexion turned a deep crimson. Her eyes sparkled and then she grinned bigtime. "I have a message for the two of you. A crank, kinky, old broad is not happy with either of you. I got an email yesterday and she told me to warn you that if either of you ever cross her path again, she would make you pay dearly for what you have done. She is so pissed at you that I had no choice but to demand that she come to Thailand when we go next time."
Gary looked at Mark who was equally befuddled. "Who, what, what did we do?"
"Both of you have left the Judges ass empty for far too long and frankly, she's pissed. Remember, she was at that party. She watched that blowjob and frankly, she's felt left out ever since," Holly grinned. "I had to promise her first crack at Jim. She told me, in no certain terms that she would throw the book at either of you if you don't make this right."
Mark laughed, Gary grinned, and they both said exactly the same thing. "The only thing she'll throw at us is that spectacular ass of hers."
"Just promise me one thing," Gary grinned, "whatever you do, don't tell Jeremy she is coming. He'll freak right out. I do know he has had a soft spot in his heart for her for many years."
Shannon had unloaded the gowns for the banquet tonight. Each woman would be unique and spectacular. Cherry, Rose, Debbie, and Wendy would be the stars of the show. What Shannon had created for them left everyone speechless.
Shannon had created a backless sapphire dress of the finest silk for Cherry. The cut left no doubt that she was beyond phenomenal. She looked at that dress and smiled wonderfully. She had the perfect accessories for this gown.
Wendy, Rose, and Debbie absolutely looked amazing as well. This was their first Pro Bowl Banquet and they were excited beyond description. Mark had secured a very large section for the combined forces of the Banner Agency and D'Orgasmic Lingerie. All they could hope for was great press coverage.
"Cherry, do you have a minute darling?" Shannon purred.
Cherry walked up and air kissed her, having just got out of the makeup chair. "What's up baby?"
"I just wanted to show you these. I hope they meet with your approval," Shannon said. "I made two. The first one is exactly what you wanted. The second one, I kinda wanted to put a little bit of you into it too. The choice is yours girl."
Cherry gazed at the creations Shannon had put down on the table. The first one was perfect in every detail. Cherry was amazed and pleased to say the least. When she looked at the second creation, she started to laugh.
"Ohmigod Shannon these are absolutely perfect. I love them both. I think you are right though, I do deserve to have a bit of me in on this, this time. Thank you baby, thank you so much."
"Okay dear, time to get dressed. We leave in a half hour," Shannon told the girls. "Just be yourselves on the Red Carpet. You will be blinded by the flash from all the cameras but don't worry, you can handle it. Just be your normal selves. Wait, Rose, don't be Rose on the Red Carpet," Shannon giggled.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a soft knock on the dressing room door. Shannon answered, opened the door a crack, looked out, and closed the door.
"Cherry, someone wants to see you in the other room for a moment," Shannon smiled.
Cherry walked into the other room and saw her handsome man standing looking out at the ocean. In his hand, he held two Snakebites. He turned and looked at her as she walked towards him. She took his breath away.
"People tell us that we blow them away, well girl, I'm speechless. I have never seen you look lovelier than you do right this moment."
"Thank you darling. I feel so good. The demons are gone Mark. I feel that the world and I have finally made an accommodation. Nothing could be better than today. I have my man, I have my friends, I have my guys. To top that off, I have the sexiest dress I've ever had in my life. What could be better?"
Mark walked her over to the large mirror and stood behind her, looking at her reflection. He smiled. Mark's hands circled her tiny waist and he drew his hands upward along the side of her body. "Perhaps this could be better," he said as he brought his hands to her neck.
"Oh Mark, Ohmigod this is gorgeous," Cherry said as her fingers caressed the incredible sapphire and diamond necklace he had just put around her sensual neck. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Mark, you shouldn't have. I don't need that to love you. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes hon, I do know that. I'm glad you like it. It is a perfect match for that dress. You look stunning. Let me look at you," He turned her around and examined her with the most critical eye, "Did you mean what you just said?"
She flowed into his arms and kissed him sweetly. "You're damned right I did Mr. Banner. I love you more than I ever thought possible. You are everything in the world to me."
"I'm damned glad to hear that, my love. I had a long talk with Jill on the flight over here and then again, just a few hours ago too. She agrees with me completely and totally. You do know how we all feel about her."
"She is the sweetest woman I have ever met. I know you love her with all your heart. I do too. What did she agree with you on this time?"
"Well, we were talking about the dress you are wearing. I showed her the necklace and she loved it. I bought it the same time I bought you those sapphires you've had for so long."
"You did?" Now I know you are certifiable Mark. You've had this all this time. Ohmigod baby, that definitely blows me away. It is gorgeous darling. Again, thank you so much."
"You are very welcomed my love. But, and this is a big but, both Jill and I agree that the dress is not complete. I mean it is very lovely. Shannon did a splendid job to match the material to the stones. I'll give her that but something is missing."
Cherry took a sip of her Snakebite and shook her head. "Do I need to Baker Act you Mark? What could possibly be better than this?"
"This," Mark smiled as his hand slid into his pocket as he sank to one knee. He took her hand, which was trembling wildly, and he placed an unbelievably spectacular diamond and sapphire ring on her finger. "I fell in love with you in a coffee shop and my love for you has grown every single day since. I had you in my life and then I nearly lost you. Will you marry me Cherry Anderson?"
Cherry stood, shaking in her stilettos, looking at the ring Mark had placed on her finger. She looked at his handsome face and saw the man she was meant to be with. She couldn't speak. She was shaking. Her voice would not come but her head started bobbing and she started crying.
"Is that a yes? I see your head moving and I definitely hear something rattling around in that gorgeous head of yours."
"YES," she yelled. "Yes Mark, I love you more than you'll ever know. Yes, I will marry you. Ohmigod, what about Jill?"
The door flew open and Jill walked into the room. "Yeah, what about me? What the fuck do you think you're doing, waltzing in here, and stealing my man out from under me like this? Do you think I am going to let that happen without a fight?"
"Yippee, cat fight, I can't wait," Gary grinned as he walked into the room.
"I just want you to know one thing Cherry," Jill cooed. "I haven't lost anything. I've gained a sister-in-law. I love you darling. We all do."
Cherry looked and saw everyone smiling, crying, and simply beaming. Three huge black men stood behind the women and their smiles said it all. They were happy for the woman they loved and the man who made them the superstars they were. | literotica |
Title: A Beautiful Lunch
Tags: first person pov, outdoors, rain
I looked out from our patio above the trees at the end of the garden and saw that the clouds were gathering fairly quickly. Thick purple towers were rapidly developing in the north and I predicted that a real good rain would be hitting the house soon. It would come as a relief since the morning had been uncomfortably hot and a good storm would always bring a welcome cool to our house.
My wife smiled at me as I poured wine for our two guests, Annie and Melanie who had come to stay on our small farm for a few days. I sat down, raised my glass and welcomed them since it was their first visit to the house. Both ladies smiled and raised their glasses in response.
Annie and Melanie were old friends of ours who had stayed behind when we decided to leave the rat race. They had kept in touch with Sam, my wife, and one or the other of them had often hosted us when we had spent a night in town after a late movie or dinner. Both their husbands had left them though, given their looks, I would never understand why.
To thank them for the occasional sleepovers that they had hosted, Sam had suggested that they spend a long weekend with us and they had both accepted quite happily. I was only too happy to play host to these two goddesses and had been quite glad that their visit coincided with very hot weather since they were sure to expose lots of flesh.
The two had not disappointed me -- after I packed their bags in the bedrooms that they would use, they had quickly excused themselves to 'freshen up'. Annie had emerged from her room wearing a lovely white sundress that showed off her olive skin and dark hair beautifully and Melanie had come out in a pair of khaki shorts and a white sleeveless blouse tied in a knot around her midriff. I casually examined them as they walked through the house to the patio and imagined that neither was wearing a bra.
Our lunch went smoothly -- Sam had lots of news to catch up on and the girls had lots to share. I was kept busy serving food and pouring rather a lot of the Shiraz that we had purchased for the occasion. By the end of the meal, I had already thrown away five empty bottles and the girls were steadily consuming the sixth. Behind me, the clouds had covered the sun and, as I cleared the last of the plates from the table, I heard the distinctive sounds of the beginning of a summer rain. I went into the house to wash the dishes quickly while the girls made themselves comfortable on a huge swinging chair that looked out over our large manicured lawn.
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I thought that I was in the kitchen alone when my wife's voice interrupted a rather personal daydream that I was having as I finished the last few plates in the water. 'Hey naughty boy -- it's getting a little lonely out there you know.' My conservative wife always loosened up after some wine and on this occasion her arousal was emphasised by a hug from behind and a tantalizing kiss on the back of my neck. Her hands snaked around my stomach and then worked their way underneath the waistband of my shorts and into my underwear. She didn't seem to notice the semi-hardness that my fantasizing had created but rather seemed pleased to find me in an aroused state. Her hand slowly stroked me and I leaned back a little to enjoy the press of her breasts against me. Her voice was husky with desire as she whispered into my ear --'You've been such a good husband, how am I ever going to reward you?' This is an old game we have played many times during our marriage. Sometimes she took herself seriously and followed through on the drunken promises and I imagined, if she managed to stay awake with all that Shiraz in her, that later that day, we would be able to have some naughty fun.
She surprised me by tugging my shorts down and dropping to her knees as she turned my willing body around. My hiss of astonishment was strangled by the moan that came into my throat as she took the tip of my cock into her mouth. Blowjobs were very rare affairs in our marriage which made them even more special. Sam's tongue massaged the head of my cock gently, licking at it like an ice-cream cone. I worried about the other two girls in our house but the sensations that were coming from my dick overrode any rational thought. I placed my hands on Sam's shoulders and gently started rocking my hips forward as she took more of me into her mouth. She winked at me and then pushed my cock up against my belly and licked from its base right to the tip.
Sam then stood, turned around, lifted her skirt and dropped her panties to the floor. Then she climbed on all fours onto the kitchen table and hiked her legs so that I could get the perfect view of her pussy. She knows that this position has always been an irresistible temptation to me and that afternoon it was no different. I took a step backward to enjoy the view. Sam has beautiful pussy lips when she is aroused. They become swollen and pink and her clit is nestled right at the end of a long elongated slit that is often visibly moist when I look at it before sex. Before I could approach her she stopped me from doing anything by slowly starting to play with herself, dipping first one finger then a second into her cunt and then thrusting them in and out of herself. Before I could say anything more, she slid of the table and smoothed her skirt back into place. "There's some more of that tonight, honey!'
The little minx! I could have drilled holes into plate steel with my hardon but I know from experience that stretching out the teasing would only increase the pleasure. I stepped forward to kiss her but a girlish screech of delight from the other side of the house interrupted my move and Sam pecked me on the cheek and disappeared through the kitchen door after whispering into my ear that we would definitely play some more later. I quickly stuffed myself back into my shorts, grabbed another bottle of wine and went out to join my wife and her two friends.
As I walked onto the patio I saw that the drizzle was beginning to thicken into rain but was surprised to see only Sam and Melanie on the swing chair. Before I could ask, Sam pointed off to her right into the garden and I turned to see Annie walking around in the rain, her hands and arms out obviously enjoying the sensation of the raindrops on her skin.
The white sundress had plastered itself to her body and I sat down quickly to avoid having to explain any bulge in my shorts. Annie, like Melanie, was a beautiful girl -- dark to Melanie's blond, small breasted to Melanie's larger bust and smaller waisted to the generous curve of Melanie's hips. Both had beautiful faces, open and friendly though Annie's sultriness hinted at her Latino heritage.
There was none of that now. She was gorgeous and captivating in an innocently sensual way -- I glanced at my wife and Melanie and they too, sat entranced by her movements. I however was also enchanted by the sensuous curve of her breast and the darkened point of the nipple that peeked though the top of her wet clothing . I realized that I had been correct earlier on -- she was braless and, as she got more thoroughly soaked, her dress became almost transparent on her body. This also revealed her taught butt and the tiny thong that nestled between its cheeks. I was even more pleased when she turned to face us -- the thong barely made it past her lips. I was mesmerized. She smiled up at us and called to Melanie -- 'Come out here, its lovely -- the rain is almost warm,' she gestured, 'You'll love it.'
I couldn't get up for obvious reasons but Sam and Melanie were enchanted by this water fairy and they too walked down the steps out of the shelter of the house into the summer rain. The water began to soak through the fabric of their clothing almost immediately.
My wife is a small busted, dark haired beauty and her orange top quickly clung to her breasts and revealed the large nipples that have always fascinated me. Even through the fabric of her very plain bra I could see what the water and perhaps our earlier sex play had done to the tips of her breasts. As much as I enjoyed the view I paid little attention to her as I watched the ample bosom of Melanie slowly get soaked in the light rain. All three girls were prancing around revelling in the caress of the drops of water -- I can't imagine that they intended it to be sexual but I had never seen anything quite so spellbinding -- as they moved their breasts bounced, Annie's in small tight circles and Melanie's in large waves. I was fascinated by Melanie's roundness and loved the way her small nipples gradually took shape under her blouse as it became plastered to her body. Unfortunately the darkness of her shorts afforded little view of her pussy but I enjoyed the shape of her legs and thighs as she ran around.
As it occurred to me to capture this scene on my mobile phone, my wife called to me and requested that I bring the three terry cloth bathrobes from our bathroom for them. I stood quickly and moved into the house but the smile I caught from Sam certainly indicated that she had seen my arousal. I came back out with the robes and handed them to the three women who had by then come out of the rain. They were soaking wet and I realized that towels would also be in order.
I brought those out as well and quietly retreated without bringing attention to myself to sit on the swing couch occupied earlier by the ladies. My circumspection was rewarded -- all three began to undress. My wife was open about it and allowed me to leer at her as she slipped out of her skirt and revealed a flash of bald pussy. The other two were more demure - both faced away from me as they removed their clothing and dried themselves. I was pleased to see them remove their panties as well and then tie their robes closed -- I hoped that before they would change into fresh clothing, I might be able to see a little more of their secrets.
They came to the couch and I had to scoot out of the way and sit in a single recliner across the way from them. The three sat and then folded their legs under them as they continued exclaiming in lovely terms about their fabulous experience. Melanie and Annie seemed oblivious to the show they had put on for me and strangely, I found that even more arousing.
After glancing at me, Annie mentioned that it was a pity that they had not been able to enjoy the rain naked and this comment received murmurs of agreement from the other two. Sam caught my eye and asked if there was not some sport that I could go and watch on television. I got the hint and made myself scarce -- at least as far as the three women were concerned. I moved to my study above the patio and waited expectantly.
I saw their heads first -- the three sirens walked out into the garden hand in hand and completely naked. I could not avoid touching myself as they came into focus -- I could see the blond fuzz between Melanie's thighs and the dark vertical strip of hair below Annie's navel. It was pure perfection and I greedily drank in all the details that I could see. Melanie's lighter skin was slightly freckled and she had a wide floral tattoo above her arse. Her thighs were strong and muscular without being heavy and her breasts were images of feminine perfection. I could not help imagine cupping them in my hands and caressing them. Annie's body was equally attractive -- clearly both had kept in shape. I caught my wife glancing up at the study window so perhaps she saw me but she didn't seem to drag the other two into the house so I wasn't sure. They walked around for some time getting wetter and wetter and I could not help but drop my shorts and seriously start masturbate even though I could see very little detail from my vantage point.
Unfortunately they returned to the house relatively quickly and, after a short while, I heard my wife calling up for some sherry. I came out to see them on the patio and distributed the glasses happy to see that the girls seemed comfortable enough to lounge about in their robes.
We kept chatting but I had trouble maintaining focus on the small niknaks of conversation that passed the time. All the girls were sparkling and, as the sherry flowed, their awareness of their lack of clothing faded. At one point, talking about a local politician I glanced up to see up the robe of Melanie. She was sitting crosslegged happily chatting but her robe had slipped aside revealing her cunt. The lips were smaller than my wife's but I could see that there were lots of folds and I imagined my tongue exploring those folds as she wrapped her thighs around my head. Some moments later I got to see Annie's breasts from close up as she stretched to get her glass. I was in a state of perpetual arousal.
My wife eventually got up and came to sit with me, her head swimming with alcohol. She turned me around and said that she was going to take a little snooze -- I settled behind her as she lay on her back. I think the snooze was a ruse because her hand quickly found its way to my cock.
She found it hard since I had been ogling Annie and Melanie as they arranged themselves on the swing couch. By this time their robes were so loose that they exposed delicious bits of themselves with every movement. I caught a glimpse of the blond pussy hair of Melanie and almost jerked when she reached into her robe to scratch her groin. Once they lay down foot to foot things settled but I still got to enjoy an expanse of thigh from Annie. I was not sure which way things were going to turn out and given my previous experience I anticipated have a quick snuggle with Sam and then maybe a short nap.
Sam had other ideas. After a short while, she whispered to me, 'How was the show, hubby? Did you like it?' Her hand was busy stroking my erection so she had a good idea of the answer. I love it when the wine loosens her inhibitions but this was splendid. I glanced over at the other two who seemed to have decided that a good nap was in order. Their breathing had become regular and it seemed that they had fallen asleep. Sam got up slowly, trying not to make any noise and let the robe fall from her shoulders into a pile on the floor. She looked at me and with a whisper that could rouse the libido of a ninety year old geriatric, said "Dessert will be served in the bedroom". I'll admit that a small part of me wanted to see if I could get any peeks into the clothing of the other two women but as I stared at the butt of the sexy woman that was my wife and the way it swayed as she walked away from me was irresistible and I got up to follow her.
I got up quietly and followed her and caught up to her as we entered the living room. By this time I was crazy with desire and I grabbed her and swung her around to start a deep kiss. I think the combination of the wine and the situation made us forget the two ladies napping outside as Sam pushed me backwards onto one of the couches and pulled my shorts down to my knees. She swayed in front of me dancing to a silent tune. She raised her left arm above her head and then trailed down it with her other hand when she reached her breasts she moved her finger to her nipple gently tweaking it with her fingers. Her eyes were closed and I watched her move her hand slowly between her thighs to start to stroke her clit. She knelt down next to the sofa and gently kissed my mouth, her tongue darting in to just touch mine and then retreating again. I reached out to touch her nipple as she started a row of featherlight kisses leading to my groin.
Her eyes caught mine as she reached my cock which was straining for attention. She let the tip lightly touch her cheeks, teasing me. Then came a gentle kiss right at the top followed by a slight suction as she opened her mouth. I had to control myself from bucking into her mouth right there as she swirled her tongue around. Finally she took me deep into her mouth while her tongue worked vigourously. She stopped and looked at me, "Do you like?"
"I love it when you suck my cock," I replied needlessly, "but I want some of your pussy to taste."
She stood a moment while I got rid of all my clothing and then climbed over me lowering her sweet lips to my mouth. Her arousal was evident as a musky smell filled my nose. I spread her gently apart and licked slowly up her slit. I plunged my tongue deep into her, exploring her cunt and enjoyed the way that she squirmed her groin down onto me. She had been keeping some of the weight on her knees but as my tongue continued to lap at her pussy, she slid down pressing it downwards. She groaned and said with a slight quiver in her voice, "Yes, lick my pussy. Stick your tongue into me." Then she became quieter as she took my manhood back into her mouth and quiet sounds of wet tongues filled the room. She took me deep into her mouth -- she had never managed to take all of me but the movement of her tongue on the ridge under my cock was driving me crazy and I began thrusting upwards as I approached orgasm.
She stopped suddenly and I thought she was teasing me until she whispered to me to me quietly to listen. I stopped, my tongue still in her and then heard the light feminine giggle of our two guests from outside the house. We became aware of the fact we were very much exposed and decided to move to our bedroom before the two could come inside. Our route took us past the window looking out onto the patio and I quickly glanced outside to see what the girls were giggling about.
It was an image I won't ever forget and left me standing in wonder. Annie was sitting behind Melanie with Melanie resting between her legs and her head lying on Annie's shoulder. The pose was beautiful and as I watched I saw Annie's hand slowly run down her neck and chin. When her finger reached Melanie's lips, her mouth opened to gently kiss the finger. Annie then reached her hand to Melanie's cheek and turned her face towards her own. She leaned down and lightly planted her lips on Melanie's. The kiss seemed hesitant but I saw their mouths open and then the touch of their tongues.
The sound of the floorboards creaking on the other side of the room reminded me of my wife -- I turned to look at her enjoying the brazen pose that she had assumed -- hands on hips legs apart -- I could see her pussy lips glisten amongst the slight fuzz of her pubic hair. I gestured for her to come over and pointed down at the two women kissing each other on the other side of the window. Sam's eyes widened but her whispered response took me by surprise -- "They're so lucky -- I wondered if they were ever going to allow themselves to let go like that. There has always been an attraction there, you know.""
Below us, the kiss had gotten more intimate. Annie had pushed her hand into Melanie's robe and was playing with the nipple. Sam in the meanwhile was trying to pull me away from the scene and I reluctantly began to back away but I was too turned on to wait. I pulled her closer to me. My hand slipped between her legs and she moaned as I slipped a finger inside of her. I kept it still looking straight into her eyes and then very gently began to manoeuvre my finger inside of her. It was a subtle movement that had her breathing heavily. Every now and again I would slide my finger outwards right to the edge of her cunt and then I would slide it back in. Her pelvis rocked forward each time desperate for the continued contact.
Eventually, she leaned forward and whispered, "How many fingers do you have inside of me?" I held up my other hand showing one finger. "Put another one inside me, please?" The quiver in her voice almost had me throwing her down and taking her right then. She widened her legs and I withdrew the finger and then replaced it with two fingers that slipped into her extremely easily. She sighed and I started flexing my fingers inside of her. Her eyes closed and she leaned into me slowly humping my hand. "Another one," she breathed, completely lost to anything but my touch. She was so wet that I slid the third finger into her pussy with no resistance. I had visions of her asking for a fourth finger but she began to make slight whimpering noises that indicated an approaching orgasm. Her eyes caught mine and she whispered fiercely "Don't stop. Just don't stop. Please don't stop." Then it came and she leaned into my shoulder and came - her pelvic muscles gripping my fingers as her body shuddered. Her whisper was throaty with sex as she hissed a long "Yesssssssssss" into my ear.
She pushed herself away eventually and then her eyes widened as she looked at something behind me. I turned around to see Annie and Melanie looking at us through the window. I should have been embarrassed by I was sidetracked by their half open robes and the soft curves of their breasts. Sam was quiet and pulled me back toward the bedroom her face red and her breathing still irregular. There was silence - the two woman didn't look away and their eyes revealed nothing of their thinking. Their frank interest in our sexual play was disconcerting but I felt an inner response to it.
After entering the room and closing the door Sam turned to me and jumped onto me making me stumble backward onto the bed. I fell onto my back, surprised by her sexually charged response -- her cumming in front of her friends had not ruined the mood but seemed to have done the opposite. She attacked my body with her tongue, covering my neck and chest with kisses and the moving upwards to lick and nibble a path running the length of my jawline and then plunging her tongue into my mouth hungrily. I felt the wetness of her pussy on my stomach as she moved around grinding herself into me. Eventually I heard her demanding whisper in my ear. "Fuck me now. Put your cock into me now, please."
At this point she sat up and placed the tip of my cock between her cunt lips and then buried my manhood deep within her. I expected her to start thrusting immediately but she held still while she kissed me and then sat straighter as she began to bounce up and down. She took my hands and put them onto her breasts almost savagely and held them tight to her nipples which were hard points against my palms. Her fucking motions were driving me crazy. She raised her hips high enough so that I had to lift myself to stay inside of her. Over and over I felt the delicious moment of penetration followed by the velvet embrace of her pussy. As my orgasm approached she sensed something because she leaned down and breathed into my ear -- "Come inside of me -- fill me with your cum" I could stand it no more and erupted into her. I strained and pushed at her cunt as I felt her pelvic muscles milking me dry.
She stayed on top of me and I could feel the movement of her breasts as her heavy breathing slowly subsided. Eventually she rolled off me and cradled her head on her hand in the crook of my shoulder. Her other hand tracked a slow line down my chest stopping at my cock which twitched in response but otherwise did nothing. Her breathing deepened as she fell asleep, her naked body plastered up against mine. I took slightly longer as some of the images of the day slithered around my head but finally with a contented grunt, I allowed myself to drift off.
I woke a little later lying behind Sam, my arms around her and my after nap hardon nestled between her cheeks. A murmured sigh and a slight shift backwards showed that she was awake and I hopefully thrust my hips forward, grinding into her. She rolled onto her back and looked at me with a wicked glint in her eye that deepened as she took hold of my cock. She slowly started to wank it but her words were disappointing- 'We have guests. I'll take care of this a little later.' She slid down and took me briefly into her mouth and I thought I might convince her to change her mind but with an impish kiss on the tip of my cock she slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. She called quietly out to me to wear as little as possible. I told her to do the same not really expecting much but she told me to get her robe which, I remembered, was lying in a heap on the patio outside.
I pulled on my own robe and left the bedroom to get hers. Remembering some of the things I had seen earlier I moved very quietly to the patio and my careful movement was, in a sense, rewarded. Melanie and Annie had both fallen asleep in the seat in an intimate if casual embrace. Melanie was lying snuggled behind Annie with her arm draped over Annie's waist. Annie's robe had loosened and I took the chance to look at her more closely, my hormones overwhelming the more careful choices. Fortunately I decided that neither woman seemed to be likely to stir and I got to look at her quite carefully. Up close her skin was a gorgeous light brown that was not interrupted by any tan lines that I could see at least as far as her breasts were concerned. The shadowy pubic area was slightly lighter than the rest of her skin but I enjoyed the well groomed landing strip of hair above the parting of her lips which unfortunately I could not see in more detail.
Finally, discretion won out over blazing horniness and I left the beautiful scene to return to my wife. By the time I got back she had stepped out of her quick shower and was towelling herself off. Thoughtfully, she had left the shower on and I quickly jumped into it to freshen up. By the time I got out she had already left the room. I pulled on my robe again and ventured out into my house. I soon heard the murmur of feminine voices and swung though to the kitchen. Privately I was delighted to find that everyone was still in their robes and I sent a silent thanks to the weather gods for the rain earlier that afternoon.
As soon as Melanie saw me she smiled and held out a bottle of wine for me to open which I did quite enthusiastically thinking what the wine had achieved with my wife earlier. It seemed that we were all quietly ignoring some of the day's activities without being embarrassed about them since there were no uncomfortable silences and our conversations went on quite normally.
After Sam had put on supper we moved to the sitting room and sat. Sam sat next to me on the two seater and the girls sat on either side of the three seater. After some minutes of inconsequential conversation, Annie caught our attention.
"Melanie and I spoke about it and we would really like to apologise for intruding on you two this afternoon."
So much for ignoring the afternoon's activities! She had caught us by surprise. Sam, blushing a beautiful pink, nodded and replied, "We did get carried away." At this she glared at me, "We should have been in the bedroom and I'm sorry-"
"Please don't apologise -- it was beautiful and gorgeous. We are jealous." interrupted Melanie. "Anyway that's not the only thing we wanted to say." She took a deep breath and continued. "We would like to know if you guys would have a problem if Annie and I stayed in the same room this weekend." She said the last words in a hesitant rush as if expecting a major explosion from one or both of us.
I was imagining two hot naked women in bed so I certainly didn't have a problem but I left this one to Sam who asked, "How long have you two been together?"
Melanie smiled a shy smile at Annie and then giggled. "About three hours or so!" Sam screeched a happy little screech and jumped up to give the two a hug. "That's so wonderful. How? Why? I'm so happy for you!"
The two women visibly relaxed once they realized that there wouldn't be any disapproval from us. We had all sat down again and the two women had scooted up close to each other obviously enjoying the physical touch that they could enjoy.
The heat of the summer day had cooled slightly but it was still warm in the dusk of the afternoon and Sam suggested that we go for a swim. Melanie perked up and said 'Skinny Dip! Skinny Dip!" Annie agreed with an enthusiastic nod and the three got up to move to the pool behind the house. I stretched over to get the remote control anticipating needing to watch sport while they swam but Melanie had other ideas. "Sam, if its okay with you, we don't mind if he joins us. We've seen pretty much everything and maybe this could balance the scales a little?" Sam looked at me with a grin and nodded. "Just make sure you bring out another bottle of wine since these," she held up two wine glasses, "are empty."
I was astonished but kept my pose until I got to the kitchen and grabbed the wine. Unfortunately by the time I got to the pool I was rock hard and the scene that greeted me did not help. The ladies were sitting at the shallow end of the pool all naked with only their lower legs in the water. Sam looked up and smiled, "I think he likes this." She stood up and walked over to me and took the wine from my hand. "We had a little talk. We are all adults here and those two women are beautiful." While she was speaking she had untied my robe and pulled it loose. "I want you to look at them and enjoy their beauty rather than trying to sneak peeks at them the whole time. Then we can just get on with the evening." With her last words she slipped the robe off my shoulders and turned to the girls.
I was a little confused but Sam hooked her arm through mine and pulled me forward. Annie and Melanie looked very calm as Sam told them to examine me. They both let their eyes travel over my body and stopped approvingly at my erect cock. There was frank curiosity and some desire in their looks or so I told myself. Then Sam told me to examine them.
I let my eyes drink in all the beauty of these two women. I decided to take Sam's words at face value and looked without shame. Melanie was sitting with her legs slightly apart but as my eyes wandered down her body she parted them further, inviting my gaze. I took the hint and looked at her folds and realized that she was turned on from the glistening moisture that I could see. In a trance I motioned for her to stand and turn which she did without hesitating. The tattoo that I had seen earlier was a work of art. Tiny purple flowers had been placed within a spiderweb of interconnecting vines and the combination was delicate and beautiful. Her arse was taught and muscular and as she turned further I got a glimpse of her cunt lips again. She twirled around further and then sat with a satisfied smile on her lips, "Like what you see?" she asked. I nodded, enjoying the moment. I looked again at her breasts, noticing again that her nipples were much smaller than Sam's.
Annie's quiet "And me?" encouraged me to turn to her. Her smaller breasts held my attention for longer as I imagined caressing them with my fingers and tongue. She was sitting in a very relaxed manner with her legs wide apart and I looked down into her pussy as my erection threatened to explode. She too, seemed aroused and her cunt was dominated by the open labial folds of the entrance to her pussy.
"You will have to look at me, too." whispered my wife from off to my left. She was brazen and sat on one of the sun-chairs. I don't know if she was motivated by a sense of competition or sexuality but her hands briefly dipped to her crotch and spread her lips as I looked. It wasn't obvious and I was possibly the only one to catch the show. She winked at me as I turned to sit on the edge of the pool.
Despite the heavy sense of sex in the air, things remained in check and we quickly moved into the water encouraged by its relative warmth. Sam came over to me, put her arms around my chest and settled herself on my back as I moved slowly around the pool. I loved the feel of her naked body stuck to me and the slick friction of her breasts against my skin.
Melanie and Annie were more circumspect - clearly still feeling each other's preferences out though both orbited each other constantly. I think Sam took it upon herself to break these artificial boundaries because she climbed up onto my shoulders and challenged the two to a duel. There was some hesitation but then Melanie sunk underwater and hoisted Annie into the air. We moved forward and Sam grabbed Annie while she was still finding her balance and pushed her over. Both girls fell under the water but their shyness was forgotten in a blaze of competitiveness. Annie was on Melanie's shoulders in a second and the two moved forward more intently.
I did not want to mess up a situation which that morning I could not possibly have imagined so I was careful not to get too physically involved in the tussle at the bottom but Sam grabbed me on our fourth consecutive dunking and told me to get Melanie no matter what it took. I think the women had forgotten their nudity. On the next pass I stepped in close and grabbed at Melanie's leg trying to get her off balance. Her attempt at a similar move had her hand make contact with my cock as I twisted out of her attempted grab. Sam had grabbed Annie's torso and soon the whole pyramid toppled down on me in a glorious mash of bodies.
Sam conferred quickly with Annie and the next thing I saw was Annie on Sam's shoulders. Melanie didn't hesitate and quickly slithered up my back onto my shoulders. It was difficult for me to think of anything but her wet pussy against the back of my neck but I managed to stagger forward and then steady myself. Sam played completely unfair and grabbed my cock as soon as I came in range. This was enough for me to lose my balance and the two of us plunged down again. When I surfaced Sam shouted gleefully 'Winner gets to kiss the loser." I smiled and moved in for my kiss but Sam pointed upwards and asked, "What about the riders?" Melanie had to get back onto my shoulders and I then moved in closer again. It was difficult to get quite close enough but Sam managed to slide closer and, with the ice broken pulled me into a long wet kiss. Annie and Melanie, as had been Sam's plan all along, I suppose, were also kissing, though I could see nothing of it
Sam then slipped down under the water and dunked Annie who grabbed at me and ended up sliding her breasts down my face. I slowly descended and reluctantly let Melanie off my shoulders. My dismay was short lived as Sam came over to me and started playing with me under the water. Annie and Melanie had moved towards each other and had started a deep kiss that was the stuff of many adolescent fantasies.
Sam had become quite insistent and my attention was diverted as she sank under the water and took my cock into her mouth, sucking at and licking it as she moved her hand up and down my shaft. Obviously this didn't last very long but when she came up and asked "Did you like?" I could only grunt in pleasure. She pushed me to the steps of the pool and encouraged me to get out. Her next move was astonishing -- she knelt and began to play with my cock in full view of the other two women. She called to them, "Can we move inside? There is something I want to show you." We had suddenly moved into a very sexual situation that I could not predict at all. I had, all along, attributed Sam's behaviour to her interest in pushing Annie and Melanie together but now I wondered if there was a more personal reason at work. The two women looked at each other lustfully and moved to join us.
Sam took my hand I hers and walked with me to the house. At the door she grabbed a towel and dried herself off and then started on my body while Melanie and Annie dried themselves as well. We went in the house completely naked and moved through to the bedroom. Sam sat on the bed with her legs wide open and motioned for me to sit next to her -- she took my hand and placed it on her pussy. Involuntarily, I slid my thumb down the slit and felt the wetness of her juices. Her voice as she spoke was slightly husky "I want to come again like this afternoon and I want them to see it." She pointed at our guests who were standing at the end of the bed watching closely.
It was an irresistible temptation and so I gently started rubbing her clit with my thumb. She started lifting her hips almost immediately clearly loving the attention I was giving her. I suspect that she was enjoying giving the show though how we had gotten to this situation still confused me. I looked at Melanie and Annie who sat spellbound by Sam's wantonness. Both were breathing shallowly their eyes fixated on the small motions of my thumb on Sam's clit.
Sam motioned for them to come closer and asked me to put a finger inside of her. With her legs wide open, my finger slipped in easily and I began to frig her matching her pelvic thrusts with slow movements. Annie and Melanie had by this time crept closer and watched from within touching distance. Their eyes were locked on Sam's pussy. Sam spread her legs wider, enjoying displaying herself and I slipped more fingers into her. "Please," she whispered, "please touch yourselves. I want to see. Please."
Annie was the first to respond and flipped her body around and sat facing us. She started with her nipples, gently tweaking them and curling her fingers around her small breasts. Her hand moved slowly lower and touched her navel and then descended further to stop at the dark strip of her at her groin. Sam whispered an encouraging "Yes." that was drawn out into an encouraging hiss. Annie's legs parted and her finger dipped lightly to her slit making small circular motions. Melanie sat entranced by this two masturbating women moving her head from side to side watching first my finger moving slowly in and out of Sam and then Annie who had opened her legs as wide as Sam's and had spread her pussy out in front of us.
I hardly wanted to breathe in fear of breaking whatever spell and taken us all but kept my attention on Annie's pussy and the finger that entered it every so often. Sam, too, was looking at Annie's cunt but she wanted more. Touching Melanie on the shoulder, she said, "Touch us. Help us to cum."
I could see that Melanie was somewhat conflicted but only in the sense that she wasn't sure who to touch first. I think my presence decided the matter for her since she draped one arm over Sam's leg resting her hand on it and then let her right hand slide up Annie's leg until it touched Annie's fingers. Annie caught Melanie's hand and pulled it to cover her pussy mound with it and rested her own hand on top of it. Like mine, Melanie's thumb quickly slipped into her partner's cunt and started flexing and moving inside of her. Annie's groan was a thing of beauty as she lost herself to her lover's caress. Her hip movements became more pronounced as she lifted herself with every downward stroke of Melanie's thumb. I glanced at Sam who watching every movement carefully even as she rode my fingers. Her tone was more demanding this time. "Melanie. Touch me. Please."
Melanie turned her attention to my wife. Her movements were sure as she placed her hand below mine and gently sank her fingers up to the second knuckle into Sam's pussy. Sam pushed upwards at the invasion and smiled at Melanie. "Just stop for a moment," she commanded. "I don't want to come just yet." We haven't all had a chance. Swap with Annie." We were all under her spell by this time and as Melanie and Annie exchanged seats, she pushed me backwards and took hold of my cock. I leant back drinking in all the sights of that night. Annie had pushed Melanie's legs apart and had already penetrated her with her fingers.
Sam stopped with her face poised above my cock and then reached between her legs. Her fingers came out visibly wet and she smeared this over the top of me mixing my pre-cum with her fingers. Then she sank her face downwards and took me into her mouth. I barely controlled my desire to thrust upward and was rewarded by a tingling sensation that was deliciously painful. She stopped and looked at Melanie who was sitting slightly uncomfortably as Annie played with her pussy. Sam grabbed Melanie's leg and pulled her towards the headboard against which I was lying. Melanie took the hint and swung her body to sit next to me. Sam moved between my legs and Annie moved to take advantage of Melanie. Annie kissed her thighs and then dipped her lips towards Melanie's pussy. From my vantage point I saw her tongue snake out and lick at her before she pushed her face downward and entered her with her tongue.
Sam stopped sucking my cock but played with it while we watched Annie tongue fuck her girlfriend. At a point when Annie took a brief rest, Sam stopped her and asked Melanie, "Can I taste as well?" Melanie was too turned on to even contemplate arguing and nodded. Sam turned to Annie, took her hand and placed it on my cock. "Here, keep this warm."
Annie smoothly swapped places with Sam without breaking contact with me and I revelled in the touch of an unfamiliar hand on me. Her hands were smaller than Sam's and, as she held me, her thumb made little circles on the top of my manhood that sent tingles all the way to my toes.
Sam wasted no time and dropped her mouth to Melanie's cunt immediately stabbing at her with her tongue. I had slightly turned my body to see my wife licking another woman and realized that Melanie's gorgeous breasts were only inches from my mouth. I lowered my head to her nipple and gave it an exploratory swipe with my tongue. Her response was immediate and I felt a downward pressure on my head as she pushed my mouth to her breast.
Annie had started moving her hand slowly up and down the shaft of my cock and I stopped sucking to look at her. Her green eyes were wide with her arousal and I watched as she opened her mouth wide to lick the top of my dick. Then she took me into her mouth and I could only focus on her slow bobbing motions and the sensations that exploded through my body. Sam had stopped and was watching my blowjob carefully. She move across and then added her tongue to the swirling vortex of sensations that pounded through me though I could see that at least half the time she was licking Annie's tongue. Sam stopped and pulled Melanie to join them and I had the joy of experiencing another mouth and tongue. Sam took charge, offering my cock to the others in turns and kissing whoever wasn't busy.
I was approaching an orgasmic explosion and Sam must have sensed it because her touch stopped. She climbed up onto me and sank my cock into her pussy. Her commands were quick as she had the other two women turn on all fours their pussies in the air and their lips on mine. I could see her reach out with both hands and given the way Annie and Melanie squirmed I imagine that she had slipped her fingers into their open cunts as well.
Her movements were more controlled but her voice was pure sex as she started saying over and over, "I want you to cum. All of you. Cum! Cum!" Obviously we couldn't coordinate it but we did pretty well. Annie came first, cumming with small squeaks thrusting her hips violently on Sam's hand. Sam was next screaming a loud "Yessssss" as she came. Melanie and I came at the same time. Melanie became still -- her face a study of sensuous pleasure. Her breathing became heavier and then she let out a slight moan.
I bucked wildly into my wife pushing at her as she fell forward onto my chest and began kissing me and the beautiful faces of the two women that lay beside me. They too kissed me and then each other.
After that wild ride we were exhausted and despite my intention to taste the pussies of the both Annie and Melanie I too fell asleep in the tangle of legs and arms on the bed. Sam snuggled up behind me and I spooned behind Melanie with my hands cupping her bountiful breasts. Annie had draped her thigh over Melanie's and I could also feel the skin of her torso against my hand.
I slowly drifted off to sleep but my last thought was that I would never be able to match that day in my dreams. | literotica |
Title: Tyler x Shadow: Chapter Twenty-Nine by SpecOpsElite
Tags: Human, Kabutops, Lucario, Mild Violence, No-Yiff, Pokemon, Quilava, Umbreon
No sex! Plot!
But yeah, this took for fucking ever to write. I had to stop and almost completely rewrite it halfway through not once, not twice, but I fucking lost count!
Anyway, enjoy. I'm pretty sure this is one of my longer chapters, and we go some plot, some character development, and the return of everyone's favorite character! And no, it's not the lucario, though he is in here
**Chapter Twenty-nine**
The quartet of Tyler and his three pokémon walked down the boardwalk of Tide Island's Shellder Beach boardwalk. The typically heavy tourist area was filled with stores of any dozens of different kinds with plenty of people buying from them.
Glancing to his side, Tyler caught sight of his heat ridden Lava. Her pussy was clearly visible, a pair of bright pink lips poking out of cream fur, and very wet, the fur matted and a couple rivulets of moisture marking her inner thighs. Her face was flushed bright red instead of the usual blue-green that covered her face and back and she was panting heavily with her tongue poked out her mouth slightly.
This was of course in addition to skittering around anyone who got close and nearly stepping on Tyler's shoes as they walked. She looked like someone was hunting her down or something. He would have said that it was cute were it not for her current condition
"Hey Lava, why don't you take Slash and have some fun," Shadow suggested
The stoat yipped and ducked her head under her paws in embarrassment, stopping in the path with the others gathering around her. She turned even redder when she noticed that one: they were forced to stop in middle of the street, and two: that with lowering her head, she had unintentionally raised her butt into the air, displaying her folds to anyone who might see.
Whimpering, she lowered her ass and laid there. They others simply stood calmly and patiently for her to eventually get up. Rather, she glanced up through her paws at Tyler and Shadow.
"Um, ac-actually," she blushed even harder, if that's possible, "I kinda wa-wanted to asked som-something"
"You know you can ask just about anything," Tyler assured her
"Well...I kinda wa-wanted to ha-have se-sex with Ty-Tyler again"
Despite her stutter, she remained fairly confident as far as her body language went, well confident for her lying on the ground with her face covered by her paws and her body shuttering with arousal. She didn't shrink away or stop. She made her request and waited for the response from the two mates with a heavy blush and only a little eye contact.
"Shade?" Tyler asked
"As long as I get some," she said, licking Lava's cheek affectionately, though both observers could tell there was a sexual undertone to how she did so
"Then sure," the trainer agreed, "wanna go now?"
"No-no," Lava said, "I wa-wanna ha-have fu-fun here fir-first"
"If you're sure, then as soon as we're done here we can go and enjoy ourselves"
"And each other," Shadow made sure to add
Shaking his head at the two horny pokémon and glancing at their third, passive one behind Shadow to see if any glimmer of understanding was in the childish eyes, he turned and led the group into one of the stores.
"I never did really buy you anything," Tyler commented as he looked over some of the displays
"You got me sunglasses," she pointed out the pair of shaded spectacles atop of her head
"Not quite what I meant. I mean, like a necklace or earrings or something"
"It would just get in the way of me fighting," she said. If there were two things she liked it was sex and fighting. And she especially liked how fighting got her into the mood for sex
"I could get you a new pokéball," he suggested
"I'd rather have a dildo," she growled, "I hate pokéballs"
"So what? I'm not enough for you?" he asked, a smile giving away the mock of his anger
"Meh, you're good enough," she countered, rubbing her side along his leg affectionately
"Well at least I've got Lava if I get bored," he teased her, getting a growl and a nip at his knee
"Jerk," she huffed
The little rabbit/fox yipped when she was scooped up and her back was hugged into Tyler's chest. Purring, she pressed her head against his and the two nuzzled for afew moments.
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Lava browsed some of the wears a little ways away from the couple. Her crotch was still very wet and her lips exposed, so she spent most of her time sitting. That of course didn't stop any passing male pokémon from turning at the smell of female in heat.
She didn't find anything all that interesting until the group eventually moved onto a comic shop that she took some time browsing. She had a taste for fantasy/adventure and mystery stories which Tyler gladly bought afew of for her. The stoat blushing as he paid for and stuffed them away for later in his pack
The trainer also bought the team some cotton candy, Shadow a plate of fried dough, and Slash a sea shell he had a random interest in. Tyler bought himself a model of lugia for his collection, halfway done, and a soft drink he shared with Shadow.
In between each purchase came several minutes of them wandering the area, observing and mocking the stereotypical tourists and over the top advertising mascot suits afew unfortunate souls were sealed in. As they went, Lava became more and more comfortable, occasionally wandering fairly far from the group and would join in the laughter and conversations openly.
They even managed to coax her into getting aboard one of the amusement rides a ways from the shops. After a little whimpering at first boarding the coaster, she heavily enjoyed herself and actually asked to go on afew others.
Continuing their wondering came with a visit to some of the pokémon shows. One of the first ones they found included arcanine, blaziken, and other fire type's creating complex displays of flame and shows of skill with such. Lava noticeably blushed and hid her face whenever the show's typhlosion came near. The fire-bear also seemed to occasionally give her afew interested glances and might of even been showing off
"Ya know, if you want to find him after the show," Shadow teased
Lava yelped and hid her face, just glancing through her fingers as typhlosion charged headlong into a brick wall, fur covered in flame. As soon as he slammed into the structure, the fire exploded and engulfed the bricks. Exiting the other side, he jumped up and fired a flamethrower straight down, pulverizing the stone and leaving him standing in the center of a ring of flaming rocks
Lava gave a quiet cheer and ducked.
Another attraction involved an alakazam reading people's minds, predicting the future, and other things that, without the existence of real psychic powers in the pokémon world, would have been called cheap tricks. It became especially interesting when it tried to read Shadow's mind. Just afew seconds passed before the spoon wielder yipped and blushed heavily. Its handler asked what was wrong and when the fox whispered its answer he instantly joined in its reaction much to the couple's amusement. Better yet was when Tyler added his thoughts, just plain confusing the pokémon psychic
Moving on they found afew fighting, ground, and rock-type's showing off their strength. Shadow giggled when she got a menacing look from Tyler involving one particularly well endowed machamp
"Hehehehe," shadow giggled as they walked away from the show
"Not funny," Tyler growled, trying to get the image of his mate sucking off the machamp out of his head
"Aww, I'm sowwy," she said sweetly, rubbing against his leg like a cat again
Sighing, Tyler picked up the rabbit and hugged her, "fucking bitch"
"Hehe, you love me"
"True enough. Who wants lunch?"
Shadow yipped and Lava nodded quickly. Slash didn't know what 'lunch' was, so he just stood there
"Alright, let's go get some food"
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Afew minutes later, they were all seated at a bench table in a pavilion that gave them an excellent view of the ocean. Dropping a bag onto the table, Tyler pulled out a burger with two beef patties sandwiching layers of bacon and lettuce. Placing it in front of Shadow, Tyler wiped the grease off his hand and the umbreon quickly opened up the burger and spread ketchup on it
"You hate tomatoes but you love ketchup," Tyler commented
She stuck her tongue out at him before, clumsily, picking up the burger in her paws and took a bite out of the side
Next he removed a Styrofoam cup filled with spicy chili. Pouring it into a bowl, he handed the soup to Lava, who began consuming the very hot product quickly. The heat and spice went well with her natural body heat, making it only slightly difficult for her to eat it in large, quick mouthfuls.
Last came a cheeseburger for Tyler and a plate of berries for Slash. Tyler still wasn't sure what to feed him other that berries or poké-food, so he decided to keep feeding him those. Maybe he could call his parents and ask them, it's not like this is the first kabutops to be revived. Some had even been found in the wild
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As the group settled down to lunch, another plot significant action was going on just alittle ways away. Just down the boardwalk from them was a lucario standing atop a couple story building, eyes closed in thought
'How am I going to do this without getting myself killed?' he thought to himself, 'it's five times my size and I have to get a scale from it'
Opening his eyes, lucario absent mindedly jumped from the roof and landed gracefully on the sidewalk among the humans that milled about below it. Ignoring the looks he got from the humans, he walked down the street, hoping the added physical activity would help him in thinking
'Oi, I'd rather take on that gambite head to head than have to steal a gyarados scale,' he continued, 'and this is the easy part of my quest' \*sigh\* 'why can life never be easy. Blast my f-'
"Wow!" an exclamation broke lucario's train of thought, "look it's a lucario!"
Lucario glanced over at a pair of younglings, around ten or so if he recalled human aging correctly. Both wore the clothing one would expect humans to wear. But of note to lucario was the fact that on their belts they also wore a collection of tiny balls. Most of them were divided into two halves by a red and white but afew varied in design or color. But he still recognized them all as pokéballs, devices that capture and control pokémon.
"Do you think its wild?" one of the humans asked the other
'Wild' a term used to define pokémon like lucario who had yet to be captured and domesticated. Leave it to ignorant humans to think that just because he wasn't under their control he was some kind of feral beast. Granted he felt the same way about feral pokémon, those that truly were animals with little thought or self control.
"There's only one way to find out," the other human said, grabbing one of the balls from the pack on his back, the orb expanding to completely fill his hand and the young one grinned excitedly
Sighing, lucario watched as the ball was thrown out, expecting him to release one of his pokémon. Instead, the device smacked him in the head.
"Ow! What in the Distortion World was that!?" he growled, rubbing where it had hit
Looking at the pokéball as it ricocheted he watched it split open on a hinge. In less than a second he realized what was happening, but had no way of avoiding it now. Out of the ball came a wave of energy that washed over lucario. In an instant, he felt his body converting to energy and before he knew what happened, he was forcefully sucked into the orb.
"Aha! He is wild!" the capturer cried as the rare pokémon disappeared and the ball fell to the ground. It twitched violently, presumably as lucario tried to fight the hold it had on him. And as a healthy lucario in the prime of his life, he easily smashed out, snapping the ball in two on the way
"Annoying humans," lucario growled, flexing his now rematerialized muscles
"Idiot you gotta weaken it first," a human, a new one, chided them, "go marowak!"
In a flash of light appeared the small skull faced pokémon with a loud battle cry of its name
"Bone club," the human commanded
Raising the bone it held in its hand, the marowak charged at lucario, intent of obeying its master. Lucario, however, dodged to the side almost effortlessly. Before the marowak could react, a strong roundhouse kick connected with the back of its head and sent him to the ground
"Marowak!" the trainer cried
"What the hell?" another human asked, by now several had gathered
"It's a wild lucario," the first human said, tossing his own pokémon, a bulbasaur
Lucario narrowly dodged another pokéball being thrown at him, this one was black with a yellow design on it. The ball flew past his head and hit the ground before flying back to its trainer's hand.
Several more pokémon appeared around him and he had to dodge afew more balls. Looking around, he doubted that he could easily take all of them on and avoid being captured for very long.
"Arcanine, fire fang!"
The large canine ignited its mouth and charged at lucario, flaming teeth bared. Taking the opportunity, lucario charged a ball of blue aura in his palm and got ready. Just as the beast lunged at him, he slammed the aura sphere into the side of its head, redirecting its fire attack away from him, and jumped up. Landing on the arcanine's back as it tried to regain its footing, he jumped again, this time through the hole left in the line of pokémon from its charge and ran past its startled trainer.
He continued to run, hoping the crowds would give him some cover, but that didn't work out since as he past, the throng parted, leaving a clear path behind him.
"Arceus," he cursed, looking for a way out as he sprinted
Worse yet was that with the more people who saw him, the more trainers came after him and the more pokéballs and attacks he had to dodge while sprinting.
"I need to escape them," lucario said, avoiding a quick ball that nearly caught him between the ears
Closing his eyes momentarily, he let his perception change to aura. Reaching out with his species natural sensory ability, he detected the auras of everyone and everything around him. He couldn't tell people's exact intentions, it wasn't psychic, but he could tell their personalities, mood, and, though he'd never seen anyone of such, whether they were of evil or good heart.
"Such an odd aura," he thought as he observed a human and its pokémon not too far away, "it's almost like their-"
"Fire blast!"
A surge of flame at his back brought him back to attention, and reminded him of his current predicament. His only chance was that aura, he just had a feeling about
"Here goes nothing"
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"What the fuck?" Tyler said
"Random," Shadow commented
"He-hello," Lava added politely
"Hey you," a trainer called to Tyler, a scyther behind him, "you seen a lucario?"
Tyler raised an eyebrow at him, "yeah"
"Where!?"
"Well there was the one that a trainer left at the ranch with the rest of his extra pokémon," he began listing, "then there was the one I nursed with a bottle for a month or two, technically it was a riolu, but of course its mother was there. I've seen them of TV, duh, n there was that one trainer who challenged my mom to a fight-"
"Did you see one here? In this town?" the trainer asked, frustrated
"Hm? Oh, yeah, thought that was odd. He ran past, uh, that way"
The trainer nearly pissed himself in excitment as he followed Tyler's indication
"That was also weird," Shadow commented, "though not as odd as the lucario hanging from the ceiling"
True to her statement, the blue jackal was, in fact, suspended from the wooded beam above their heads. The pokémon had jumped up there from the group's picnic table to hopefully avoid the pursuers. He'd been afraid the human would have ratted him out, but apparently he hadn't, he'd actually lied to protect him
"You can come down now," Tyler said, "I'm not gonna try to catch you, I promise"
A quick read of his aura proved that, and so the pokémon released the wooden beams and dropped onto the cement flooring with barely a noise.
"Might wanna avoid town," Shadow advised
He gave a quick nod in thanks before walking away. Once he was out from under the pavilion, he jumped up and disappeared onto the roof. They got a brief glimpse of him as he leapt from the pavilion to the closest building across the street and then again to the next, travelling down the beach by rooftop
"Not something you see every day," Tyler observed
"Yeah, a sexy lucario on an island city running from a mob of trainers and doing parkour," Shadow added
"...did you call him sexy?"
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"Finally," Shadow called as the group headed back towards the hotel
"Shadow, Lava's the one in heat," Tyler pointed out the otherwise calm quilava at his side
"So? I'm horny," the moon rabbit pointed out
"I'm perfectly aware," he said, his jeans hiding his semi-erection
Shadow giggled and pranced ahead of him, wagging her tail happily
"Well I gotta check something first anyway," he continued, turning into a building marked by the regional Pokémon League logo, "so you have to wait"
"Jerk," she growled at him
The others followed their trainer into the building. Inside was a large lobby with a well polished floor emblazoned with a giant version of the League logo. Hanging in rows from the ceiling like lanterns were over sized pokéballs of every type yet invented from the common pokéball to the incredibly rare master ball. At the far end of the room was a counter with afew clerks manning it at regular intervals.
Afew others, some obviously trainers and others clearly only just getting their license from the workers, were lined up in front of the counter. Afew of them were planning to face the local gym like Tyler and Shadow were. But since this place had such a high visitor population, even from other regions, a lot of people tried to challenge the gym. To handle this, a system was developed where by only qualified trainers were allowed to face the real leader while others had to settle for lesser members or were turned away all together.
"What are we hear for?" Shadow asked impatiently, despite already knowing
"I need to make an appointment for the area's gym, otherwise we won't get to compete," Tyler explained
"Fucking tourists," she growled, "and pathetic rookies too"
"Shadow, we're rookies"
"We're more than rookies," she said indignantly, "we lived on a farm for our whole lives, we know what we're doing"
"Yeah, let's just see if they agree shall we?"
"Uhuh"
"Why don't you guys go play or something, I've got this handled"
"Ok, Lava, Slash, let's go," Shadow called, leading the pokémon back outside while Tyler joined one of the lines
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"Ha!" Shadow cried, dodging a slash from Slash and firing a shadow ball at his head
The orb of dark energy smashed into the bony skull, transferring it momentum and powerful energy into her son's head. The shot should have cracked his skull and sent him stumbling backwards, but his strong battle armored skin stopped the otherwise critical hit and minimized the damage. Still, he stepped back afew paces and shook his head to clear it of the annoying ringing
The attack also left Shadow open to a flamethrower from the side. Quickly, the umbreon yelped and jumped away, the flames singing her fur slightly. Lava closed her mouth and ended the torrent, only just managing to dodge a psychic counter attack.
Landing back on the ground, Shadow only just dodged a sudden hail of frozen ice shards and a flaming tackle. The next attack, giga drain, caught her right in the side, the green glowing scythe slicing straight through her body, sucking her life force into the attacker's body, effectively nullifying her previous strikes. And the next strike, a quick attack, slammed into her other side, sending her skidding across the soil.
Clenching her teeth, Shadow dug her claws into the ground to stop her movement and glared at her two opponents. Shadow wasn't incredibly high level, the years on the farm putting her somewhere in the low 20s. Lava was only around 14 since she only just evolved, but she already had good control of her altered body. And Slash, she had no idea what level he was at, though based on the power behind his attacks he was pretty high up there, even though he lacked the proper training to fully use that power to its full advantage
"You-you ok Shadow?" Lava asked
The rabbit grinned and charged as a black blur. In the blink of an eye, the fire stoat was hit head on, making her skin backwards from the momentum of the attack. As soon as her own speed was gone, Shadow flipped over and, while still hanging in the air, launched another shadow ball that blasted into Slash's chest. As soon as she landed back on her feet, she sent out a shockwave of psychic energy that blew both of her friends away afew steps
"I'm just fine," she smiled, "you?"
The two shook themselves free of their shock and stared at Shadow
They were about to strike again when a rock slammed into the ground, nearly colliding with Shadow were it not for timely dodging on her part. Jumping onto the rock was a Machoke, the blue skinned humanoid sported a profound musculature, covered only by a pair of skin tight, black shorts with a golden wrestling belt
"MACHOOOOKE!" it roared triumphantly, flexing its muscles
"Why are machoke so showoffy?" Shadow grumbled
"Quilava," the machoke growled, "how dare you betray master"
"Fuck," the rabbit growled
"Ma-machoke," Lava whimpered
"Fire blast!" he cried before unleashing a blast of flame that took the shape of the kanji for big, kinda like a crudely drawn stick figure. The flames hit and engulfed Lava's body, exploding in a shower of flame that obscured the little ferret
"Lava!" Shadow yelled
"Kab!" slash shouted, charging with black scythe raised
The attack struck dead center of the muscled pokémon's chest, it didn't even try to block. But now Slash was open for machoke to grab him by either arm and spin him over his head before slamming the shellfish headfirst into the ground
"Seismic toss!" the fighter roared
Slash twitched and fell over when his body was released
"Slash!" the remaining combatant cried out
"HAHAHAHA!" the machoke laughed, "looks like Lava's keeping company as weak as her"
A ball of black energy slammed into his head, making him reel and nearly fall off the rock. A follow up psychic punched him in the stomach and made him step backwards, tripping and falling off his perch, landing on his back, his head banging off the floor loudly
"Ow! Fucking bitch!" machoke howled, holding his aching head
"That's what you get bastard," Shadow growled
"Brick break!" he yelled, jumping up and aiming a pair of karate chops at her
Shadow tried to dodge, but was hit in the side by the first before she could and the second collided with her back and slammed her into the ground. A kick hit her ribs and sent her flying before she could get up
"Kab!" the recovered Slash cried, surrounding his body with water and launching at machoke
Grunting, the fighter took the hit in the chest, skidding back a bit. Putting one foot back, he steadied himself and grabbed the pokémon through the surging water and put his knee into its gut. Slash gasped, the water falling away, and was again spun over head before being tossed at the charging Lava, sending both into a crumpled heap.
"What the fuck," Shadow growled, "he wasn't this tough last time"
"Won't be so easy to beat my machoke now that he's all healed up," Bradley said conveniently, since he didn't understand pokémon that well, as he stepped into the area. He was a 19 year old white human with very short, blond hair slightly gelled upwards. He wore a pair of baggy, green cargo pants, a brown tank-top, an orange hunting vest, and heavy boots. He had the musculature of a fighter and carried three pokéballs on his belt
"Last time you fought my team was after weeks of straight training, now he's back at full and stronger than ever," he gestured to Shadow trying to get to her feet, "don't get up, I'm just hear for my property, return"
With that, he held up a pokéball, the red and white surface marked only by a little flame icon. Hitting the button on it, a red laser shot out and shone on Lava's body, still tangled in Slash's. Before anyone could move, her body was engulfed in the beam and absorbed back into the sphere
"You bastard!" Shadow roared, lunging at the trainer, but an axe kick from machoke snapped her back to the ground hard
"As I said, don't get up," he mocked her, kicking some dirt into her face before turning and strolling away with machoke
Tyler came sprinting out of the building seconds later, holding his side painfully. He would have been out sooner, but his connection to Shadow had its downside. And a guy yelling out and collapsing tends to garner some attention.
He watched Bradley leave with venom in his eyes, but turned his attention to his remaining team. Quickly, he dropped to his knees and inspected Shadow's body. She was only bleeding a little from afew abrasions, nothing too terrible, whipping out a potion, he had her healed and back to full health. Next he jumped to Slash, inspecting the couple of cracks his armor had and treating them.
His pokémon now cared for, he himself took off at a full sprint through the crowds, chasing after the man who stole his Lava. He'd nearly caught him, but a straight kick to his stomach, while he was still running, from Bradley made him double over and drop to his knees
"Thanks for my pokémon back," the other trainer said, "and don't worry," he grinned sickeningly, "I'll take good care of her"
"You bastard!"Tyler coughed, standing up, he'd taken worse from ornery ponyta
"You should learn when to stay down," he said, swinging at Tyler's head
The younger boy ducked under the punch and landed a hit to the other's side. He may not have been come from a fighting gym like Bradley, but Tyler had taken on afew pokémon back on the farm.
Bradley growled and rubbed his side, stepping back afew paces. Both boys took on fighting poses and stared each other down. Tyler was the first to move, charging forward at his adversary. Bradley launched a kick at his legs, but only landed a glancing blow, which Tyler ignored to land a solid his on the side of the jerk's jaw.
Stepping back, Bradley dodged a second swing and came back with his own that caught Tyler in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs for a moment. Recovering, the protagonist kneed the other in the stomach, making him cough and bend over
Before they could continue, two officers came out of the crowd and grabbed the two, forcing them apart
"What the hell is going on here?" a woman asked angrily, also stepping out
She was in her mid twenties with a clear swimmers build. Her well tanned skin was covered by a matching set of dark blue shorts and tank top with a pair of sandals. Her light brown hair was pulled into a ponytail by a seashell decorated hair tie. On her hip was a crooked belt from which hung three blue and white pokéballs
"This freak attacked me," Bradley cried quickly
"You attacked my pokémon!" Tyler roared back
Speaking of whom, both Shadow and Slash charged out of the crowd, aiming straight for Bradley. Before the officer's could react, a black aura covered sickle sliced through the older trainer's chest, shredding his shirt and vest and leaving a long gash through the skin. Before Shadow could fire her shadow ball, a swampert appeared in a flash of light
"Surf!"
The mudpuppy opened its mouth and released a surge of water. It washed over Shadow and Slash, drenching them to the bone and sending them sliding backwards away from their target
"Control your pokémon," the woman, now holding the swampert's open pokéball in her hand, ordered, "or I'll have them detained"
Both officers pulled out police issue pokéballs, the red and blue orbs marked by the letters TIPD. They were pretty much master balls, able to capture any pokémon instantly and without struggle. However, they were also able to contain a pokémon even if they were already captured, though they couldn't mark or change ownership of any pokémon, even wild ones.
"Shadow, Slash, calm down," Tyler ordered his two
The two stood up from puddles of the water, shivering in anger and cold from head to toe, and growled at the now injured jerk, but didn't make another move at him despite their continuing adrenaline surge
"Bring them both in," the woman commanded
"Yes ma'am," the officer holding Tyler said, "sir, please return you're your pokémon"
"I can't," he answered, "I don't have any pokéballs"
"Then whose pokémon are they?"
"Mine, I don't keep them in balls"
"Then we'll be forced to detain them"
"They'll behave, I promise," Tyler assured them
"That's not the issue, sir-"
"Leave the pokémon alone," the woman said, "just take them in" | FSE |
Title: Chapter 2, getting to know the neighbors by Amethyst Knight
Tags: Bear, Dingo, Feline, Panther, Plot Development, Wolf
Jean was quite deep asleep when the day's morning rolled around, still slumbering in his bed wearing just his underwear as was his preference when the apartment door across from his own opened up.
He was jolted awake quite suddenly when his doorbell rang, and let out a soft groan, "W.. What now?" He rubbed his eyes, grabbing his pants which were laid on his bedroom floor earlier, a bit wrinkly now.
When he walked out of his room he thought he heard soft murmurs from past his door, then another bell ring.
"I'm coming!" He called out, letting out a loud yawn, and hearing a soft giggle come right afterwards from behind the door curiously.. was this Elena and Bob, playing a trick on him? Doubtful..
When he opened the door he was surprised to see two people standing there, a tall female Kuwala, wearing a scanty short green leather skirt along with a blue, snug tank-top, rather form fitting with her large bosom, double CC he guessed, and looking a bit embarrassed.
Right beside her was a male Dingo, wearing a open green jacket and yellow shirt underneath, and below was some baggy gray pants. His right arm was wrapped around her waist, good indication of a couple.
The lady spoke first, giggling softly, and speaking with a light Spanish accent,"I'm sorry sir, we thought you were a early bird from what your neighbor Francine told us."
Francine was a 32 year old lupine lady that lived to the left of Jean. She was a kind woman who had gone through some heavy hardships before, including a marriage that was killed after seven years from her rat-bastard of a husband Tod, from what she told Jean at least.
The male Dingo smiled gently and spoke with a light Japanese accent,"I'm sorry to, we didn't mean to wake you up there. I'm Arata and this is my love Alondra. We're your new neighbors." He smiled a little wider.
Jean nodded to them, still finding it hard to keep his eyes completely open which he felt bad about, "Pleasure to meet you both." He smiled back. "I'm sorry about no shirt here.. let me get one."
Arata shook his head, "No worries there, we don't mind, though I'd like to make up for waking you up, buy you some breakfast, as was our plan anyways."
Alondra nodded in agreement, "Yeah, please let us get you a good meal, get to know each other too."
Jean looked a little hesitant, as he had meant to look for a job some more today.. but ah what the hell? It would be rude to turn these nice people down."Alright, I'll take a quick shower and be ready in a few minutes."
Alondra and Arata nodded and Arata spoke,"Great! We'll be waiting in our apartment, need to move around a few things anyways."
Jean nodded and closed up the door, walking swiftly to the shower. It was nice to get to know a few more people he thought, and these two seemed very kind people, generous too, so he was motivated to get ready quickly, showering swiftly but not too quickly, and donning on a light gray t-shirt and dark blue pants.
Jean came up to his neighbors door and raised his hand to knock, but paused as he heard some conversation lightly, "You sure he would want to?" It sounded like Arata's voice, then Alondra giggled gently, "Oh I wouldn't be surprised if he was interested.."
Jean wanted to hear more but decided he didn't want to be more rude then was for eavesdropping on what little he did, and knocked on the door. A little shuffling was heard and the door opened up with Arata holding it.
"Very quick!" He smiled, "Alright, let's get down there."
He and Alondra walked in front while Jean was behind, part of him wondering if they were talking about him.. and if so what were they speaking of? As he wondered and walked, he found it a little hard not to look over Alondra's small skirt, not short enough to let people see her panties easily, but enough to let the imagination wander... assuming she was wearing panties, a thought that Jean admonished harshly in his mind.
When they got outside, Jean was surprised to see the car of Elena and Bob pull up, both getting out and looking at Jean and the people with him with some surprise.
"Hi there Jean!" Bob said, he and Elena smiling. Elena was wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt and tan jeans, while Bob wore a red cotton jacket, closed with a blue t-shirt underneath, and black pants.
Jean nodded, "Hi guys! I'd like you to meet my new neighbors." Alondra and Arata looked at each other, a bit surprised, but pleasantly so and looked at the two nodding politely.
Alondra spoke first, "Pleasure to meet you both!" They walked over to Bob and Elena, shaking each other's hands.
Bob nodded, "Yeah, very nice to meet new friends of Jean's. He never said anything though."
Arata spoke, "Yes, well we just moved in yesterday while he was gone actually, pretty quick move, and we were... busy with moving things around so we couldn't greet him." Elena's lips smirked briefly at the male's pause but quickly turned back into a smile.
Alondra spoke, "We were going to take Jean over somewhere for breakfast to make up for waking him up this morning.. would you like to join us?"
Elena looked at Bob and he looked at her, nodding with a wide smile, then he turned to look at the couple. "Sure that sounds fine to us."
Alondra and Arata smiled and nodded, "We'll follow you two to the best breakfast place you know, since we're still new here." Arata offered.
Bob nodded and he and Alondra got back into their car while Jean followed Alondra and Arata to their car, getting in the backseat.
Jean was glad for this nice coincidence, though he was a little uncomfortable about his neighbors getting to know his friends so quickly, he would have liked to have a little time to get to know them all better before introducing them, make it a little more easy to manage conversation in case there was anything in particular that offended the neighbors he should be aware of, he was a little socially paranoid like that..
Elena looked at Bob as they drove on, "Wow, this is quite a surprise.. but they seem like very nice people."She smiled and he nodded, "Yeah, pretty cool people."
A small part of his mind wandered a little over that short skirt on Alondra, though he didn't really show anything on his face, Elena could tell.
"Yes it was short.." She snickered softly, and Bob looked at her strangely, "Um.. what?" She looked back at him and giggled, "I know you're thinking about it just a little, hard not to, it was just a few inches away from showing people her underwear... that's assuming she was wearing some."
((Great, you tease, get me wondering that..)) Bob thought, chuckling gently. "Yeah well, I'm not thinking on it much.. can't get into a car crash of course."
Meanwhile in the other car Alondra was driving while Arata looked back at Jean, "So what are your friends like?" Jean looked at him a little curiously but answered, "Um.. they're nice, they like to go clubbing now and then, and they're..um.. a little bit joined at the hip."
Alondra looked at Arata curiously, and he grinned at her, making a small gesture with his hands hidden at his lap of intercourse, to which she grinned and giggled gently.
"Oh really? So they like to fuck allot?" Jean blushed at her language but nodded.
Arata smiled, "Well we don't have anything against that, we enjoy sex quite a bit too." Jean felt he should have guessed that, then a thought came to his mind, not a bad one, but a uncomfortable one.
He nodded, "I see.. I think you'll all get along fine, they're very nice." Alondra giggled softly and Jean looked at her curiously briefly, then smiled.
A few minutes later they arrived at the place Elena chose for breakfast, a nice little homely restaurant a few city blocks away called "Sweet Sunrise."
Arata and Alondra smiled as they got out along with Jean, looking over the front. "This looks very good, "Arata said and Alondra nodded in agreement.
Bob and Elena came over and Bob smiled, "Yeah this is one of our favorite places to go to. Jean comes with us now and then here but he tends to prefer getting a sub-sandwhich for breakfast."
Jean rolled his eyes a little but said nothing, and followed the rest as they went inside, got a large table and sat down.
They all thanked the waiter who came over and handed them their menus, telling them the special was ten percent off a ceasar chicken salad, then left.
Elena checked over her menu briefly, making a selection then folding it down waiting for the others, looking over the two, having quite a few questions, eager to get to know these people more, but patient.
Everyone else soon put their menus down and as they waited for the waiter to come back Elena started up conversation.
"So tell us about you two.. how did you meet?"
Alondra smiled and looked at Arata, giggling softly, causing him to blush a little. She answered, "Well I was traveling through Japan, touring it with a friend of mine on a impulse.. I'm a big tourist." She smiled a little wider, "And in Tokyo I met this handsome devil.." She murred gently, her left hand quietly sneaking down to rub his left leg gently, getting a brief grin from his lips.
"I met him at a small restaurant much like this one that his family owned. He was working there for the time being and when me and my friend ate.. he couldn't help but look in my direction every so often." She let out a soft murr, Elena, Bob and Jean smiling as they listened.
"After we finished our food, I could see he was too shy to get a number or anything from me-"
"That's not true.. I was just waiting for the right time." Arata stuck his tongue out at her and she laughed softly along with the others.
Alondra continued, still stroking his leg. "Well as I was saying, after food I told my friend to wait for me while I walked right up to him as he was serving a customer..."
She paused briefly to see the predictable look of embarrassment on his face, then continued on, "And I asked him when he was getting off work.. he was so cute, taken off guard."
Arata smirked, "How could I not, such a pretty lady talking to me.." He moved his right hand discreetly to lay on the one on his leg, squeezing it gently.
She smiled, "And after a few moments he told me, and I told him where me and my friend were staying.. He came over hours later.. and my poor friend couldn't go to sleep." They both chuckled, while Bob and Elena smirked lightly, Jean rolling his eyes just a little.. they did seem just as horny as Bob and Elena... maybe more.
Arata continued the story, "And after that night we kept on seeing each other, my parents didn't mind, though they thought I was a little too young to be so serious with someone... We eventually decided we wanted to travel together and become mates.."
Elena mmed softly and nodded, her eyes locked on his as she continued from that point, "So we got married... that didn't please either of our parents but we really wanted to be together.. we knew it." She smiled, leaning over to kiss his lips softly.
Arata pressed into the kiss a little while Elena blushed softly as she,Bob and Jean watched,smiling at the two lovebirds.
Arata pulled away and chuckled softly, "Sorry, we got a little lost."
Elena shook her head, "No that's alright, we understand." She stopped from speaking further when the waiter came by, taking their orders then leaving.
Elena continued with her question, "So you two travel allot?"
Alondra nodded ,"Very much! We've traveled across several states here, and many places in Europe, meeting allot of other nice people, it's how we got introduced to swinging."
The eyes of the three friends nearly popped out, Jean clearing his throat, "S.. Swinging?" He didn't have anything against that lifestyle but it certainly caught him and the others off guard, making him just a little uncomfortable strangely though he wasn't sure why.
Elena and Bob looked at each other then them, Bob asking, "And.. you've been swingers for how long?" Elena felt like she might admonish him on that question, but she was curious as well.
Alondra looked thoughtful for several moments before answering, "I think it's been... almost seven or eight years.. we've had allot of.. adventures.." Her tail swayed a little, and Bob's mind wandered slightly, as did Elena's, but they snapped out of it moments later.
Jean could tell his friends were wondering about it just a little, and it made him feel more uncomfortable, but he tried to push those thoughts aside, asking his own question, "Tell me about where you've been in Europe... it sounds like you've been to some awesome places."
Arata smiled widely, and nodded, "Oh yes, we've been to Paris for nearly a week, a little too short for us but we saw some wonderful sights."
Jean nodded, "That's wonderful.. um.. have you been to Russia?"
Alondra shook her head, "Sadly no, we were running low on cash at the time so we moved for a few months in Italy to get a job, it was a lovely place though."
Elena and Bob looked flabbergasted, Italy... they couldn't help but feel a little jealous, but hid it as best they could.
Arata continued, "But we'd love to visit there someday, though.. we've decided for now we're going to settle down for a bit.. relax ourselves some." He nuzzled his mate gently.
A few moments later Jean spoke to them, "Our food's here." The waiter he spotted with their meals came by and they ate, speaking now and then on what they had done, and Elena and Bob told them about how they had met themselves in highschool, though not highschool sweethearts, they had dated briefly, then got together again years later and dated for about a year before getting hitched.
Jean was asked about his life, a little sensitive for him, but he told them about his years with his parents, living with them until he was twenty-six then moving out to the city, where he met Elena and Bob, strangely enough, at the DMV. They got to talking for a bit, and the two offered to take him out to dinner because he had failed his driver's test and he was feeling a bit depressed over it.
Alondra nodded when the story finished up and looked at Bob and Elena, "You two are very sweet to have done that."
Bob smiled, "Well Jean needed a break and we figured he could use a couple of friends here, and we all got along well."
They continued talking, moving onto media, movies, books and such, found some similarities, and some differences, but all in all they weren't too different in tastes.
The subject of gaming wasn't brought up, much as Jean would have liked that, he didn't figure Alondra or Arata were gamers.. a fact he would have been mostly wrong of because they enjoyed playing a few games and had a small collection they took with them.
When they were all done Arata smiled widely, "Thank you both very much, this was very good food."
Alondra nodded, "Mmmhmm, this was a great time, we're glad we met you three."
Jean, Elena and Bob smiled and Bob nodded, "Your very welcome, I hope we can have more breakfasts together like this, perhaps lunch or dinner as well hopefully."
Alondra and her mate agreed, and reached for their wallets, Alondra speaking as she did so, "We'll be paying for this though if that's alright, since were going to pay for Jean's."
Bob looked at his mate, both not quite feeling comfortable, it felt more like they should be buying this as these were new friends, but Elena looked at them with a thought. "Alright, but later tonight, dinner, on us, at another great place I think you'll both love." She smiled widely.
Alondra and Arata looked at each other briefly then back, Arata nodding, "That sounds wonderful. But we need to move things around, so perhaps tomorrow night.."
Bob nodded, "That sounds good, neither of us have work then I think."
Alondra nodded, "Alright, it's a date." She giggled gently. "What time?"
Elena gave them a time and a restaurant for them all to go to, and they all left for their respective homes, with Jean riding with Alondra and Arata, who talked to him about how much they liked his friends as well as him, making him smile, glad this happened.
Alondra and Arata were happy they had met them too, but they were thinking of doing more then dinner.. if the two would be interested.. they felt Jean might not be so, noticing his shyness, so remained quiet.. until they got into their apartment, grinning and talking over how much fun this could be.
Jean meanwhile was groaning softly as he felt a little stuffed, and turned on his television and one of his gaming systems, just relaxing for the rest of the day, feeling things were looking to turn out much better. | FSE |
Title: Ashling by ShadowWolfGirl
Tags: Ashling, Girl, Shapeshifting, Wolf, shapshifter
Okay here is a preview of my fabulous book Ashling! For more go to: FictionPress and just search Ashling by Wolf Writer Girl!
THANKS A BUNCH!
\-howl at the moon-
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It crept out of the dark, like it formed from the shadows. It's sharp look paralyzed me with fear. It slinked forward, sizing me up. With a sick twisted grin on its face, it stood there deciding its next move. The creature was wolf-like but it had a more lion-like tail and maine. It's eyes seemed human, intelligent and it was huge. It was a beautiful, but terrifying creature. Suddenly, more appeared, it was a pack. I was surrounded. I growled and crouched down, challenging them to come closer. The leader hesitated, motioned to its pack mates, and showed his teeth at me. He stood up, morphing into a boy about my age. taken by surprise, I stood up, gawking at him. He had tan skin, dark hair, and startlingly electric blue eyes. He was taller than me, which is very tall considering I am around 5'6. Our eyes met, it felt like I was being electric shocked, but trying not to look weak I started to glare at him. He chuckled at me, feeling uncomfortable I shifted from foot to foot. He watched me squirm, I growled at him. He looked up at me and smiled, I frowned. He called off his pack and took a step towards me, I took two steps back. He looked at me questioningly, like I shouldn't be afraid. I wip around to run. He jerks forward to grab my arm. I snarl and snap into my wolf form. He jumps back in shock, enjoying the moment of control, I crept forward smiling. I know my other form can be very intimidating considering I am a large wolf that looks like I'm made of black and gray shadows. He shifted cautiously into his form, circling me. I smile at his skittishness. I lurch forward scaring him back. I take off into the woods laughing to myself.
\_ **One month later...** \_
I take off into the darkness in my now tattered dress. I remember when I got it; Cleo and I were window shopping in hopes of finding something for the dance. Suddenly Cleo grabbed my arm, dragged me into a store, and demanded me to try on this dress. It was perfect. Sighing to myself, I take a quick glance down at my destroyed dress. Can't a girl go to one measly dance without getting chased after by some evil guy?! I dig my toes into the ground making myself shoot through the trees like a bullet. I can't change forms in front of him in fear he might be a bounty hunter. He keeps up behind me, advancing at me. Fear seeps into my veins as my legs start to burn, but I don't dare to stop. I move my legs as fast as they can go. I weave my way through the trees, but everything I try he keeps up with me. I step on something strange for a millisecond when I am flung into the air, trapped in a net. As I am trying to escape, the man walks up, and pulls out a gun. I squeeze my eyes shut hoping it will be fast. There's a bang, but no pain. I open my eyes and he is there in his animal form with the man pinned down and helpless. He shifts into his human form, takes the man's gun, and points it straight at him demanding him to leave and never come back. The man nods, gets up and sprints away in terror. He glares in the direction the man ran from, he looks different. I study him to pinpoint what it is, when he looks at me I notice it. Instead of being electric blue, his eyes were a dark gray, almost black color like a violent storm was about to approach. He looked at my face and his eyes lightened to a soft, pale blue. Startled I asked, "who-who are you?" he pulls out a knife and cuts a rope sending me falling to the ground landing on my butt. I try to get out of the net but I can't, I struggle and thrash and I get tangled up more. He takes his knife and begins cutting me free. I press again for an answer "come on, at least a first name?" He stares at me again forgetting about his knife and drops it inside the net. I struggle to reach it but can't. I look around to see if there is enough room for me to transform. I warn the boy to back up, he obliges. I summon all my strength and shift into my wolf form. My whole body looks like its made of shadows, but not truly because I am not see through or are you able to stick your hand through me, I am a solid. His eye color flickers. I close my eyes summoning the shadow realm. I feel my body turn into a shadow, I slink from under the net making sure to grab the knife with my teeth. I slowly close the realm learning from experience if I close it all at once I will be exhausted. As I reform I see his eyes, they are that electric blue. I switch back to human form and hand him the knife. He nods, turns around and takes off into the darkness. Instinctively I take after him. I catch him easily and tell him, "at least tell me your name if your going to follow me around and save my butt!" He runs harder. I keep up after him. He glares at me but his eyes are a blue like a beautiful summer day's sky. I run ahead of him, whip around, and run backwards facing him as I talk. "You know it's hard to look scary when your eyes tell me how you feel." My back rams into a tree, knocking the wind out of me. I gasp for air like a fish, he stops in his tracks and looks at me with fear. I pant for air until I feel a bit better. He grabs me by the waist and hoists me onto my feet. "thanks" are the only words I can muster to say. He chuckles, "you should have seen the look on your face..." I gasp in mock surprise "THE BOY HAS SPOKEN!" he laughs at me. I ask again "now that I know you can talk can you tell me your name?" he sighs and responds, "Blake Hemming." He watches me intently. Coolly I respond, "Ashling Tala." "well, Ashling, I hope I won't be needing to save your butt anytime soon." but his eyes said otherwise. He spins on his heel and jogs away into the woods. I smile and shake my head knowing its not the last time he will try to save me. | FSE |
Title: The Legend of Spyro: Return of the Dark Master 6dragon by eragon13666
Tags: Cynder, Dragon, Dragoness, Human, M/F, No-Yiff, Spyro, Training, mind
**Chapter Six: Past Returns**
As the four dragons and dragon-fly flew over the city of Warfang, they couldn't see a single Ape at all, Moles ran toward the northing gate looking as if fear gripped their faces. Spyro was getting worried though, the Mole told them that the Temple was being attacked, yet why would the Moles run the other way?
"I don't like how they're running the other way Spyro," Cynder called out of the howling on the wind. "It reeks of something is wrong!" Spyro could only nod as Sparx stopped in front of them; causing them to hover.
"Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on a second here! Are you saying that something is wrong, yet you're all going there anyway; are you nuts?" Ember rolled her eyes while moving toward Spyro.
"Is he always like this?"
"Always." He answered as the dragon-fly glared.
"Excuse me if I want to stay away but..." there was the sound of a loud crash as everyone head turned over to see a boulder fly toward them. Spyro held onto Sparx before the rock could hit him as they all rolled in the air to the side. The boulder crashed into a building as a few moles ran out screaming.
"That," answered Ember, looking at the red dragon known as Flame. "Doesn't look good!"
Brandon lay on the ground, the surprised attack from that boulder left him out of breath and daze. He couldn't move, couldn't even open his eyes. He tried to focus on something to get him up; but nothing came to mind to help him.
*Get up.* Brandon head jolted a bit when he heard a voice in his head, he thought that maybe it was Ignitus; but it didn't sound like him at all. \_Get up Brandon, roll to your left now! \_Doing what the voice said he rolled as pillar from the Temple fell where he use to lay; his breath taking away. \_Thank that ancestors your alright Brandon; I thought you wouldn't move, seeing the sate your in! \_Brandon head snapped left and right trying to find the source of the voice he was hearing.
"Who are you?" he demanded. "Show yourself!" the scene around Brandon began to whiten, everything from the ground and the sky disappeared. Brandon span around trying to see what was happening, when the only thing that was solid, was the rock he stood on; he was a little freaked out what was happening! The area around him was as white as anything as he looked around, freaked out at what he was seeing. One moment he was in Warfang, the next; here. He feared that if he were to walk off the greyish stone where he stood upon, that he would fall in a never ended eclipse.
*Welcome Brandon.* Again the voice called out his name, the same kindness as when it told him to move.
"Who are you?" he cried looking around. "Show yourself!"
*Turn around then.* The human listened and slowly turned his body, he thought that it would hurt his back with his armour on, but he wore his clothes he wore when Cynder found him; and when he fully turned around, his eyes widened.
A purple dragon the size of Spyro stood before the human, but unlike Spyro, his body was purple, but underbelly and backside held yellow fur. This dragon didn't have horns, but it did have hair that pulled down over its eyes, which were as yellow as Malefor'. A blade stood on the edge of its tail as black nails were seen on its paws. Purple wings with yellow insides were tucked close to the dragon body. The dragon and Brandon eyes locked to each other, things raced though his mind, thinking maybe the knock to his head was making him see his father as a young dragon, but this one held no horns; only fur.
*So,* It was the same voice again. *We meet at last, face to face; Brandon.*
You're...the voice?" asked Brandon looking at the dragon, who in turn nodded. "Who are you? He demanded in a stein voice. "And why do you look like Malefor...almost in a way I mean?" The dragon shook his head and sigh.
*Because Brandon,* it answered moving closer. *I am you, as you are me.* Brandon was even more confused now. How he got her, who this dragon was; and why it was helping him.
"What?" again the dragon sigh.
*As you no doubt know, their have been many human/dragon hybrids, don't know if you knew that; but I'm going to tell you anyway.*
"I don't have time for this!" Brandon crossed his arms glaring. "Warfang is being attacked even as we speak and f...Malefor is leading it!" the dragon nodded.
*I know,* it answered. *But do not worry; time is frozen since you are in here. Now please; will you allow me to speak?* Brandon gave it some thought, he could just listen to what this newer version of Malefor had to say; or find his way out. But since he had no idea; he had no choice.
"Fine," he answered. "But first, who are you and what is your name?" the dragon chuckled.
*My name is the name I gave myself long ago, which is Greydor. As of who I am, I already told you, but will you allow me to tell you the whole story of our kind; hmm?*
"Do I have a choice?" answered the human sitting down as Greydor laughed.
*No I guess not, very well; now listen.*
*Before Malefor was even born; hundreds of years for that matter. Weird things had been happening to the human world. Humans were disappearing without a trace, to this world. It seems that the first Dark Master wanted to corrupt a being the likes of no one had ever seen; but it was not as easy as he thought. Let me mind you, this was around the same time as the humans wore suit of steel, and when humans came here; dragons went there.* This made since to Brandon in a way, how else would the humans know of dragons? *Some of the humans that didn't get back to their homes ran though all places of this world. Some stayed in groups but others went alone; the first human and dragon couple, the human female; dragon male. The dragon saved the human and nursed her back to health, in those short few weeks, the two feel in love; and together had a child. The child had the body of a human, but the blood and power of a dragon. Two minds were linked to the child after when word came out of the two bounding, the Guardians of the time had powers to read the minds of others, to in fact see that their was two minds inside the human. Others humans and dragon became one under love, but whatever the mother was, the outside of the human would be. They held the power of their father or mother, who ever the dragon was. And when become enrage or channel such a power; it was incredible!\_He sighed as he bowed his head. \_They could even with the right training and peace of mind, transform and allow their other form to take other for a while.* *We never had a name, or a name I recalled. But when the Dark Master found out of this power, he became afraid. He knew that with the right training, these half breeds could easily thwart him! So, with the help of his daughter who you know as Blackness; they killed ever last half breed.*
Brandon listened to the tale of the dragon. He now knew that this dragon, was indeed his other half, the dragon he was to be if his mother was also a dragon.
"Why are you telling me all this," He put his hands on his lap. "You're the other side of me right? So shouldn't you be trying to take over my body to rule along side our father?" The dragon laughed loud into the air, his eyes closed showing his teeth.
*No, the other halves of the half breed were never like that. If one was good, so was the other and vice versa. It is only rare if the other half is unlike the true one; it only happened once and the human who was the evil side, almost took over; so the dragon took his own life to make sure that evil was not brought on the world.*
Brandon held his head down.
"But how can I make sure you are not evil?" the dragon smirked.
*If that was the case, I've would've taken your body and lived the life I wanted by now; but I haven't.*
"So why did you bring me here?" Greydor stood on his legs and looked at Brandon.
*My brother,* he answered.\_ Unlike the other half breeds before us, we hold the power of all four elements. Earth, Fire, Ice, and Electricity; but, our father also learned more skilled, four more where not even Spyro knows of, or the new Guardians!\_ He moved up to Brandon. *But those are not important now, right now I must teach you the one skill I do know; fire, if you'll allow me?* Again Brandon gave it some thought and nodded. He had all the time he needed because time was stopped.
The only thing was; it wasn't. Spyro and the others had just landed, finding many bodies on the ground, more Apes then moles. Spyro scanned over the bodies of the dead to try and find Brandon; only to find nothing of the sort. An arrowed whizzed by his head causing everyone to jump back. The head of a mole warrior popped out and went wide with fear.
"By the Ancestors, everyone; its just Spyro!" more Moles came out of their hiding places, as the Mole that attacked him moved up. "Please accepted my most humble apologue Spyro!" he bowed his head. "We thought you might have been the Dark Master!" Spyro only nodded understanding why he was attacked.
"Its quite alright friend, how is everyone?" the Mole shook his head sadly.
"Some of our people that came out to fight along side the one you called Brandon were killed; many more wounded. After he heard the falling rocks die out, we came out to see the wounded, and Brandon on the ground." He led them to a wall and walked behind it to see some Moles tending to Brandon wounds he had received. The human lay on his back, no chest plate on and no shirt; his eyes darting under his eyelids as his hands clutched and unclenched from time to time. "We tried to wake him, be he remains in this comatose sate of sleep. I have seen this before, sometimes in the heat of battle a shock so great causes a warrior to just knock out; maybe it's the same thing?" Ember went up toward the human sleeping body and brought her ear to his bare chest as if listening to his heart.
"It's beating, but pretty fast, like he was working out or something!" Flame walked up and studied the human face.
"Well...he sure doesn't look like an Ape that's for sure!" Cynder shook her head and looked around to see the damage so far to the Temple. A few windows broken and pillars knocked down, nothing bad. She caught a glimpse of an ice blast shooting in the air, it confused her at first; but then she remembered the single.
"Spyro!" the purple dragon turned to where she was looking and nodded.
"Flame, Ember!" both dragons turned to the purple one. "They need fire breathers at the north gate, cane you help them?" Both looked to each other then nodded.
"Count on us man!" cried Flame puffing his chest out. "We'll make sure that gate stays close!" Ember only gave a slight, looking at Spyro as if dreading to leave.
"I'll be back really soon Spyro." She gave him the same wink as before which caused him to blush. Cynder saw this and kept her anger down. There would be time to deal with the pink dragoness soon enough. As soon as they were gone, the Moles started to pick up Brandon.
"We'll take him inside and see if that helps!" one of them cried. Spyro nodded and was about to fly into action toward the north gate was a roar was heard above, followed by a dirty purple claw to Spyro side.
*Again!* Brandon closed his eyes and held out his right arm toward the whiteness in front of him. His arm as his hand clutched into a claw like sate as he contracted. He wanted to open his eyes but he thought if he did he would lose his train of thought. *Open your eyes while you do it!* He lost his focus as he stumbled to his knees. He already did the same thing many times. In this white world every hour was only a minute outside. *Try again, you can do it!* Brandon nodded to his dragon self as he turned back to the nothingness before him and did the same thing, without closing his eyes. He felt the fire in his body grow and form around his fingers, then his hand, then arm; but it did not show. His fingers twitched as he tried to make the flames show, a few little puffs of smokes could be seen coming from his fingers; but that was it. *Remember who you're fighting for Brandon!* Greydor commanded. *Remember the families that will die if you don't learn what have to! Remember Spyro, Cynder and Ember! Remember the little Mole child when you were getting ready; remember our mother!* This fuel Brandon rage, he knew what would happen if he couldn't fight; they would all die. His brows narrowed to a frown as his arms started to smoke more. First it was his arm, but then his hands and fingers combusted into a fury of fire! He smiled as well as Greydor at his new found skill. *I have thought you how to shoot your fire from your fingers, and now how to bring them on your body, the rest you must learn on your own; or by others.* The area around them began to regain lost surrounds, Brandon saw a torch on a wall and soon the ground became tiles.
"Wait!" the human cried. "How will I talk to you if I need to?" Greydor laughed and tapped his own head as soon he disappeared as Brandon opened his own eyes looking around.
"Your awake!" cried the Moles that carried him in. "Thank the Ancestors above, please; Spyro and Cynder need help! | FSE |
Title: Danny's Task by Apollo Wolf
Tags: Bizarre, Cock Growth, Docking, Fox, Hyperphallic, M/M, M/M/M, Muscle Growth, Oral, Spooge, Transformation
Danny's Task Tails from Arden's Woods
By Apollo Wolf [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)
Today's story is brought to you by the letter S, as in sex. Lots of it and between guys no less. I assume that is why you are here so I don't think this should scare you off. Once again if you keep reading, that is your choice and nobody is forcing you. So if reading this could get you into trouble it is all on you. Now that that is said and done please read, enjoy, comment, and tell your friends.
They had been out on this trip for nearly a week. Between the two of them they'd caught a fair number of fish and drank more than their share of beer, but now they were ready to go home. This was their last night, and the two boys were celebrating by burning every last scrap of wood they could find. Kyle had found a few large logs just out in the woods and tossed them into the flames; the resulting shower of sparks caused Doug to jump back.
"Hey, watch it Kyle, we don't need to burn down the whole forest," Doug said swatting a few of the embers away from his shirt.
Doug was the bigger of the two. Unlike Kyle he didn't participate in any school sports but managed to keep a strong physique through routine visits to a local gym. Tall at 6'5" he weighed an even 200 pounds of pure tanned muscle. He had designs on entering a few amateur body building contests, but didn't want to end up like any of those freaky looking pros. His brown hair fell down below his shoulders but he kept it back in a ponytail most of the time. His sleeveless muscle shirt and cut-off jeans only helped to show off his physique, and that's the way he liked it.
"Aww quit your bitchin,' Doug. I know how to build a fire."
Kyle was much wirier than his companion. Just an average 5'8," he was like a coiled spring, ready to jump into action at a moment's notice. His muscles well defined, but without as much mass as Doug's. He participated in every event he could fit into his schedule: football, track, baseball, cycling, lacrosse, even branching out enough to take some dance lessons including ballet. His devotion to cycling prompted him to keep his skin totally smooth, shaving his arms and legs and even his chest. He had a total preppy look with his blond hair neatly styled, rimless glasses, and a never-ending supply of polo shirts and khaki shorts.
Both guys settled back around the fire, drinking until the cooler was finally empty, blissfully unaware that they were being observed...and had been for most of the week. An intense pair of eyes watched them from the woods, contemplating their fate without pity, knowing that tonight they would finally make amends for their transgressions after a week in the woods of Arden.
At some late hour, indefinable by the stars that passed by overhead, the boys stumbled back to their tent. Fortunately, both Doug and Kyle came from well-to-do families so their camping gear was first rate. The tent was a large one, big enough for six people and made from the most weather resistant nylon fabrics. Plush sleeping bags lay atop inflated air mattresses and an electric lantern hung from one of the support poles. Doug practically fell on to his sleeping bag before zipping himself up inside. Kyle quietly changed into a pair of nylon soccer shorts before lying on top of his own bed.
Doug yawned loudly. "Man it's too bad we have to head back tomorrow, I could really use some more time out here."
Kyle rolled over onto his stomach trying to get comfortable. "Yeah it's a nice area to come to, but I've had enough of this roughing it crap."
"So they wish to stay longer, hmmm? I think that can be arranged," a deep voice rumbled as a figure quietly crept into their campground.
The heavy breathing and occasional snores soon indicated the two were asleep and Danny set about his task. Not too long ago Danny was just like these two, completely absorbed by his own needs, without any thought as to the consequences of his actions. But he changed his ways, quite literally, when he and his three friends met with the master of these woods. Arden made them his servants and made sure they had the proper...tools to complete the task.
The large black wolf blended in with the night. His tall, well-muscled form was covered in dark black fur. Though he stood on his hind legs like a man, his head was entirely that of a wolf. Sharp claws protruded from paws that took the place of hands and feet, and a long tail waved gently from his backside. His most incredible feature though, was the impossibly large sheath that grew from his groin. At nearly two feet long and almost a foot across this massive girth was beginning to swell, and the two basket ball sized orbs hanging beneath it began to churn.
Danny grasped his thickening sheath in both paws and slowly began to stroke himself. Thanks to his master Arden's gift, he found himself turned on nearly constantly, so it took little time for his cock to rise from the depths of his furry sheath. The bright white skin of his prick stood out sharply against the darkness of his fur, its wet length glistened in the moonlight, seeming to glow. He stepped closer to the tent of the sleeping boys, holding back his moans as he rubbed his erect member along the sides of the tent, leaving slick trails of pre-cum on the nylon fabric.
Doug heard it first. A gentle whooshing along the side of the tent stirred him out of his sleep. He sat up and listened intently but only heard a gentle slap slap slap against the walls of the tent. For the briefest of moments he thought he heard footsteps, even a bit of growling. But as he listened, he could barely make it out. In the end he decided to ignore it. It was probably just the wind, or maybe some wild animal wandering through their campground, so he lay back down in his sleeping bag and tried to return to his dreams.
Danny heard the stirring in the tent, and it only spurred him on. His fully erect cock slipped through his paws as he stroked himself. The cool feel of the nylon against the bare skin of his prick only made his need worse. He made his way around the tent again and again, all the while thinking about the way the two boys had treated his new home. Trash littered about, the tree branches and saplings broken away as they trampled the undergrowth when they ignored the trails. They disturbed the nesting grounds of several local animals by their mere presence, and threw rocks at fox they had spotted in a clearing. That was the last straw; they may have escaped with a warning up until that point. But now, well, Danny only grew more aroused as he thought about it. His cock pulsed and throbbed, oozing more and more clear fluid which he applied to the tent.
Danny found himself standing before the front of the tent. The bright red fabric glistened in spots with his deposits of juice. He felt the rush approaching, signifying his readiness to cum. Holding his cock in front of him he pointed it at the door first, squeezing his meat in his paws. The initial blast was immense and had the desired effect. As though someone had thrown a bucket of thick paint, the entire door was covered with an oozing coat of cum. Danny growled as load after load sprayed out of him. Thick gobs of goo streamed outward, slamming into the tent with noisy splatters. With some difficulty he managed to sidestep around the corners, soon coating all sides, windows, roof, everything. The red nylon was now all but invisible beneath the thick viscous layer of cum that congealed and thickened in the cool night air.
Doug hadn't yet fallen back into sleep when the first loud slap rang out. The noise was intense, as though somebody was spraying the tent with a fire hose. Kyle woke up with a start as the wall on his side of the tent bowed in with a blast from the outside. For several minutes individual blasts seemed to strike their tent from all angles, the sides and the roof sagging a bit under some unknown weight.
"Doug! What the hell is that?" Kyle yelled.
Dough hit the lantern, now fully awake. "I don't know, but I thought I heard something out there a bit ago."
The light from inside the tent was bright enough to ruin his night vision for a moment, but when he adapted Danny could make out the silhouettes of the two boys as they scrambled about inside, their outlines muted a bit through the layer of spunk that encrusted the nylon building.
"Well whatever it was sounds like it stopped. Do you think we should go outside?" Doug asked, growing uncomfortable. It had suddenly grown hot and humid inside for some reason, and he was starting to sweat profusely, his damp muscle shirt sticking to his chest.
Kyle looked about. "I'm not sure."
His nose twitched as a strange odor entered his nostrils. It was almost familiar, but stronger, more powerful somehow. He was starting to sweat now too, and that was part of what he smelled, but there was something else, and for some reason it was starting to turn him on. He could feel his prick shift inside of his shorts as it stirred slightly.
"Do you smell that?"
Doug had noticed the smell, and it was having the same effect on him. Thankfully he was still covered as he half lay in his sleeping bag and his erection was well pinned down by his cutoffs.
"Yeah, I do. Go outside and check it out."
"Ok."
Kyle crawled over to the door, briefly noticing that the floor felt damp beneath his palms. He tried to unzip the entrance but found it was stuck. He pulled and pulled but it wouldn't budge. He began to notice that the strange smell he had noticed earlier was stronger over here. Kyle was just about to give up on the door when he looked up and saw that the wall was starting to ooze a viscous white fluid. It dripped down the sides of the tent and from the ceiling as well. He ran a hand though it and found it to be warm and sticky... It looked familiar, too.
"Hey what do you make of this Doug?"
He turned to face Doug and brought his damp hand up to his face and breathed in deeply. This was definitely the source of the strange musky smell he had noticed earlier.
"What is it?"
Doug thought the white goo on his friends hand looked familiar too. Actually, it looked like his own hand usually did after jerking off but he wasn't about to say that.
"I'm not sure," Kyle said sniffing it again and again.
Suddenly he had a strong urge to taste it. Even with logic compelling him not to, he couldn't stop himself. He brought it to his mouth and his tongue ran across his hand scooping up a wad of the spunk. Suddenly and without warning, his own cock went from half aroused to fully erect, jutting out and creating a tent of its own in his green nylon shorts. Before he could even react his dick started to jump and spasm, depositing load after load of cum into his shorts. The wet stain spread rapidly as he moaned around the mouthful of spunk he had licked from his hand, his own juice running down both legs in streams, pooling around his feet.
"Kyle! What the hell are you doing?" Doug yelled out, shocked as his bud stood in front of him, great gobs of cum filling his shorts and coursing down his legs. Doug's own cock was as hard as a rock but still hidden in his sleeping bag. He reached down with a hand to squeeze himself as Kyle stood there moaning for several minutes.
When his massive orgasm finally abated Kyle dropped to his knees, the warm puddle of goo he had produced collected around him. He panted as he swallowed the salty tang he had scraped from the wall.
"Oh my god Doug... You have to try this. That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt."
He reached over to the wall and scrapped off two more handfuls of spunk before crawling towards Doug, his hard cock now even more visible beneath the shorts made translucent from his cum.
Doug wasn't sure what to do; here was his friend who had just creamed himself, his cock still hard, crawling towards him. His own dick was painfully erect. In a moment the decision was no longer his. Kyle lunged at him; Doug tried to roll away but was too slow. A handful of sticky fluid was smeared across his face. He tried to wipe it away but some entered his mouth just the same. The minute the goo crossed his lips and his tongue tasted the uniquely male flavor, his loins surged and his balls churned forth great loads of cum that shot through his cock, the button fly of his jeans tearing apart with the force. Hot rivers of spunk flowed over him, practically filling the sleeping bag he lay in.
Kyle watched the ecstasy flash across Doug's face as he experienced the orgasm of his life. He wanted to feel it again as well and shoved his other handful of spunk in his mouth. Once again his erection flared, if possible even stronger this time. He tore away his shorts freeing his cock to the air as cum streamed from his prick, thick jets shot across the tent further moistening the walls. This time, as he came, Kyle became aware of the fact that his cock felt larger somehow. He looked down and found that it was indeed swollen a bit. Thicker and longer than he recalled it continued to spray his seed for a few more minutes until the flow slowed to a dribble then stopped entirely.
Doug had both arms deep inside his sleeping bag now as he tried to coax more pleasure from his cock. His orgasm had ended at last and the padded interior of the bag was now completely damp, the nylon shell holding in the sticky heat. A few strands of cum from Kyle's second ejaculation had landed across his face and his tongue strained to taste more.
Danny sat back outside of the tent. The sounds of pleasure coming from inside were proof enough that his plan was working. For now there was nothing he needed to do but wait. The initial results would take care of themselves. Later, however... Well, he still had work to do. He idly stroked the sides of his furry sheath as he waited.
Back inside the tent Kyle was exhausted. Though drained from his second orgasm of the night he was still impossibly hard. The heat in the small enclosed space had become intense and perspiration and cum rolled off his body in small rivers.
"What's happening to us Doug? All I can think about is getting off, and I don't even care how. I just want to feel that incredible rush again."
Doug was still struggling with his own frustration inside the sleeping bag, he wanted more as well. He too had noticed the increase in the size of Kyle's dick, and even thought it had changed color slightly but he couldn't be sure in the pale light.
"I know, I feel the same," he stammered. "Kyle, can you... Uhh, can you touch me again? I just want to know what it feels like."
Kyle was thinking similar thoughts but simple touching was not what he had in mind. He crept towards Doug's form, encased as it was in the sleeping bag. He knelt over his head and ran his hands over his strong face, dabbing it with bits of spent seed. Then he bent forward and rubbed his stiff shaft across his lips. His gentle thrusts rubbed his balls over Doug's face until he managed to poke his cock into the interior of the sleeping bag.
Doug found himself staring at Kyle's backside as he sat across his chest and started humping against him. Lying down as he thrust he could feel Kyle place his mouth over the lump in the bag where his own crotch burned. The air mattress beneath them bounced as they moved together, each impulse bringing them closer to the pleasure they sought. Through the haze and fog of his own emotions Doug spotted something that he tried to make sense of. As Kyle moved against him a small but growing knob started to emerge from his rear just above his crack. Even as he watched the growth expanded, pushing outward, and as it did so small red hairs started to cover its length. In mere moments a long furry tail waved across his face. The last several inches of fur changed to bright white at the tip while the rest was composed of fluffy soft red fur. He was about to say something to bring it to Kyle's attention but was suddenly distracted when he felt his groin surge and once again cum started to flow from his dick into the sleeping bag.
Kyle had indeed not noticed what was going on behind his back. The only thing that concerned him was the increasing sensations that emanated from his cock. While the bare skin of his prick rubbed between Doug's chest and the sleeping bag, slipping beneath his cum plastered shirt, Kyle started to notice a change. Doug's skin was coated with slick gobs of cum but was starting to feel softer somehow. This softness seemed to grow thicker, almost grabbing at his dick as he thrust forward.
The sensation increased with every passing moment and only seemed to intensify along his cock for some reason. Once again he felt the familiar pressure in his balls seconds before he began to unload again. The increase in warmth from the interior of the bag was immediate and added to when Doug began to cum as well. Cum had almost completely filled the sleeping bag now and spilled out the top pooling around Doug's head as he panted.
Doug floated in the immediate high of his release. The sleeping bag was now very warm and wet, clinging to his body. All of his senses tingled but as he slowly came back to Earth he started to notice the increased weight across his chest. He could still feel Kyle's cock pressing against his body but it seemed to be growing, getting longer and heavier as it pulsed and throbbed, still depositing cum by the bucketful. Doug's own skin burned with the contact but the sensation was spreading. He was feeling warmer and warmer and more constricted inside the sleeping bag, his clothes growing uncomfortable as well.
Kyle could feel the increased weight hanging from his crotch too. He couldn't explain it but at the moment he didn't care. His entire cock felt electrified, jolts of pleasure shot through him as the sensitive skin of his prick rubbed against Doug's body, the strange feeling of his skin growing more intense. Kyle felt himself panting. He started to get up off of Doug, but as he stood up the most amazing thing happened. He was on his knees now but his cock still extended down into Doug's cum soaked sleeping bag. He stood up fully, his mouth hanging open in amazement, his cock head had yet to fully emerge. Along with the length it had grown incredibly thick as well. As sheets of thick white cum peeled away he was shocked to se that his dick was now dark black! He finally pulled free from the bag and all three feet of this tremendous ebony snake hung from his groin. It bobbed in the air above Doug, the glossy surface looking very different, much more animalistic.
Doug couldn't believe the size of the monster prick that glided past his face as Kyle stood up and backed away. This gargantuan cock seemed to be pointed at the tip with a slight bulge at the base. Even his balls seemed swollen, two melon sized orbs hung from beneath his pole. The black color of his skin was so strange though, but for some reason, it turned Doug on even more.
"Oh my god Kyle, what happened to you? Your cock is so... so... huge!"
"I don't know Doug, but I don't think I'm gonna complain too much. I've always wanted a bigger dick."
"Yeah, but what about your tail dude?"
"My what?"
Kyle spun around, suddenly becoming aware of the weight over his behind in addition to the heft of his crotch. His new heavy dick spun about with him, slapping the walls of the tent as he tried to look at himself. With an effort he managed to wag his new appendage, bringing it up into his hands where he could feel the soft furry length, suddenly becoming very aware of the sensation of having a tail.
"It kinda looks like a fox's tail, you know." Doug said still laying in his sleeping bag.
He wanted to get up to check out his bud a bit closer but found that he couldn't move very well. He seemed to be stuck. His arms couldn't move enough to even get at the zipper, and sitting up was very difficult.
"Hey Kyle, give me a hand here will ya? I can't get up!"
Kyle had to force his attention away from his own body as he took note of his buddy's pleas for help. He walked over, his hard dong waving through the air and then laying across Doug's form when he knelt down next to him.
"Ok just hold on I'll have you out in a minute."
He tried the zipper but found it stuck. He pulled and pulled but it wouldn't budge. Eventually he just took the lip of the sleeping bag in both hands and pulled. His hands slipped a bit in the goopy mess that had spread from the inside, but with a wrench and a loud tear the nylon material finally ripped apart. He pulled the sleeping bag back then gasped at the sight of Doug's furry body.
Doug tried not to yell out when he saw what had happened to him. His entire body from the neck down was covered in fur. The fur was matted down with huge amounts of cum but the coloring was still quite remarkable. His arms and legs were deep red, while beneath his shirt his chest seemed to be a brilliant white. Even his hands and feet had fur that was dark black making it look like he was wearing socks and gloves. He stood up and looked down at his otherwise human body with its coat of fur. Doug couldn't see it, but Kyle noticed that the hair on his head had changed to the same color of red as the rest of his body, a flowing red pony tail hanging down the back of his neck.
Danny figured the two boys should be far enough along by now. That and he just couldn't wait any longer. His own cock ached for release and his gentle stroking was no longer quite enough. He walked over to the tent and ran a paw down the nylon side next to the door, tearing a long split with his claws. He pulled the opening apart and stepped inside. He grinned wide upon seeing his two subjects, one covered in luscious fur, the other nearly as well-endowed as he was. "Nice start boys, but its time to kick it up a notch!"
Doug and Kyle both jumped back startled as the tent ripped open and the giant creature stepped in. Kyle's first instinct was to try and cover himself, which was now impossible thanks to his length, and as he looked over he saw that it was quite unnecessary as this thing was similarly equipped. Tall and muscular, it was covered with dark black fur, with the head of a wolf, massive paws, and a long dark tail. Most impressive was the fantastically large cock that towered out from its sheath. The stark white skin of its humongous rod gleamed in the low light.
"Well boys," it rumbled, "you seem to be well on your way, but you have much more to go if you are truly going to serve Arden properly."
Doug found himself incredibly aroused by the sight before him, his own painfully small cock was tenting out his cum soaked boxers and what remained of his cut-off jeans, seeing no further need for the clothing he decided to peel off his shirt and shorts before addressing the great wolf.
"Who... What are you? What do you mean we're going to serve you?"
"I didn't say you would serve me. I'm not Arden; I should be so lucky. My name is Danny and I am one of Arden's servants, much as you will become. It is your punishment for befouling his woods as you have for the past week. I've been watching you very closely, and you've been very much in need of... punishment." The wolf creature smiled, reaching down to pet his massive white prick.
Kyle didn't quite understand what the wolf... err... Danny said, but the look in his eye and the way he touched himself were loud and clear for him. His mouth started to water and he found himself stepping closer to him, wanting to touch that magnificent cock.
"From the looks of it you will make a fine pair of foxes. I think Arden will be most pleased." Danny started to growl as Kyle stepped closer then thrust forward as their cocks connected, sending a ripple of pleasure through them both.
Danny grabbed a hold of the long black cock in front of him and pulled Kyle closer. He calmly and quietly stroked his length before bringing it up next to his the opening of his thick furry sheath. The pointed tip of Kyle's cock gently scraped across the top of the wolf's glistening white prick. Danny pulled on his furry skin and slowly began to shove Kyle's cock into his sheath.
Kyle moaned at the incredible feeling of his cock sliding against Danny's while Doug could only stand by and whimper in desire. Inch after inch of his cock slid into the moist, furry tube of flesh, the tightness gripping him and massaging him as he slid in further. The stark contrast of black against white was so sexy. Eventually he had pushed in as far as he could go and the tip of Danny's cock was now pressing against his own ball sac.
Danny's hard on felt somewhat more intense now, with the added weight of this young studs black cock pressing against his and stretching out his sheath. He could feel the streams of pre begin their ascent to the end of his cock where they erupted in spurts, coursing out and covering Kyle's balls, streaming down his legs. Starting from where Danny's cock touched them, fur began to spread over Kyle's balls. Bright white fur enveloped his nuts before spreading around the base of his cock. A thick, pliable piece of flesh began to form and extend up his cock. As it did so, it stretched to cover Danny's cock as well. In moments a fully grown sheath had formed, enveloping Kyle's prick and swallowing Danny's along with it. The two stood locked together fully docked in each other's sheaths.
Kyle couldn't believe the pleasure that radiated from his dong. His hands ran across the fur that covered the base of his dick, feeling so soft and wonderful. The pounding pulse that spread between their shafts was incredible. He felt ready to cum, but just as he was about to he felt Danny back away, freeing himself. Kyle's own cock ached for release but then Danny touched it and suddenly he found it retreating into his new sheath, still horny but his softening length mysteriously disappearing.
Doug had to cum so badly it nearly hurt, yet he could only stand back and watch as Kyle and Danny ground against one another and groped their gigantic cocks. When they finally pulled apart, something happened to Kyle. His cock slowly retracted back into his sheath. Doug knew this was his chance and he jumped in between the two. He thrust against Kyle's soft and sexy sheath and leaned in close and kissed him full on the lips.
Kyle was no longer stunned or surprised by anything that was happening. He leaned into Doug's kiss and felt their tongues playing against one another. His friend's fur had dried out a bit and felt so soft and warm against his own bare skin. Doug broke away and Kyle watched, smiling, as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of him, his hands playing over his thick, plump sheath.
Doug wanted to get the beautiful black cock to come back out, but it just wasn't cooperating. He decided he'd have to bring it out himself. At first he just tried sticking a finger into the soft opening of the sheath. Kyle responded with pleasant moans so he proceeded further, sticking in his whole hand. The furry tunnel was so hot and moist that Doug could feel it through his fur. Soon his entire arm was inside and his hand brushed against the soft cock hidden within. Doug could smell the strong scent of the monster hiding in there and he wanted more of it. He pulled his arm free then bent in close to the sheath. He inhaled sharply and drank in the scent, only building his need for more. Without thought or hesitation he moved forward and thrust his entire head into opening, the elastic furry skin swallowing it as he plunged in up to his shoulders.
The sensations from his groin seemed to triple in strength as Kyle felt his sheath snap tight around Doug's head. The sensations grew by the minute and his cock soon began to re-emerge, sliding across Doug's back as it did so, the soft fur creating a wonderful friction against his piece.
At this time Danny stepped back up and started to lick at Kyle's cock with a long dexterous tongue. The feelings climaxed and Kyle's cock blew its load yet again, spraying all over the tent, covering Danny and everything else around them as spurts of white dripped down and covered Doug's rear end.
Doug could feel the orgasm as it shot past him, and soon felt the warm pleasure oozing over his ass. The tingling touch of the fluid made him want to moan aloud but his head throbbed too. Kyle bucked into him and the throbbing only increased. In a moment the sensation built in his rear and he could feel something pushing its way outward. He figured he knew what it had to be but he wanted to see it. He tried to pull his head free, but it stuck for a moment. Something was holding him in! He pulled and pulled and it seemed to be catching on his head, or maybe his ears. He twisted a bit and gave one more pull and he finally came free, falling backwards onto the remains of his sleeping bag.
Danny licked some of the fresh coat of cum off of his muzzle, looked down, and smiled at the bigger of the two boys. From head to toe he was covered in fur and a new bushy red tail trailed out of his rear. His head also now featured two great big pointed ears, red on the outside and white on the inside, but tipped with black. A shiny black nose tipped a slender tapered muzzle that had pushed away from his face. The fox looked back up at the two standing over him and grinned wide.
Kyle couldn't believe how wonderful the orgasm of his incredibly large cock felt. That, and the tightness of Doug's head while it was wrapped in his sheath. When Doug had finally pulled himself free, Kyle was astonished at the new appearance of his friend. He still recognized him, but he now looked like a man-sized fox, even his hands and feet had changed to look more like paws. And he was totally sexy. Kyle's cock still throbbed with arousal and remained rock hard despite the amount of cum he had just let fly.
Danny felt his own mammoth cock pulse as he planned his next move. Once again he gently stroked Kyle's member causing it to go limp and suck back into its new furry home. He leaned over and whispered into Doug's large pointed ear and Doug chuckled and started to stroke himself as he listened to the big wolf's suggestion.
Kyle tried desperately to hear what was being said but couldn't make it out. That and he was once again disappointed that his cock had retreated back into the plump furry sheath. He was slowly stroking himself when he looked back over at the other two, just in time to see Doug lunge at him. The furry weight of his friend hit him and knocked him to the floor of the tent. Doug nuzzled and licked across Kyle's body, causing him to moan out loud. Despite the friction of Doug's fur rubbing against him Kyle's cock was still failing to respond, which only made Doug hump away atop the thick mounded sheath all the harder.
The idea that Danny had planted in Doug's brain had thoroughly taken over and now he had only one thing on his mind: the massively huge tube of foxy flesh that rested between Kyle's legs. His own cock was stiff as a rod and jutted proudly from his crotch, every thrust bringing it closer to the heat emanating from the opening at the tip of the sheath. Quickly and without any effort his dick slipped its way into the moist tunnel.
Kyle moaned as his sheath swallowed Doug's dick whole, seemingly sucking it in balls and all. The mostly human cock was tiny compared to his, but the sensation of feeling his friend inside him like that was intense. When the big wolf, Danny, came around behind him and he felt that large, heavy white cock of his slap against his bare back, Kyle nearly jumped. His own cock responded instantly, throbbing as it became swollen and moved its way along the inside of his sheath, advancing towards the tip until it met up with Doug's cock and was stopped.
Doug could feel the heat radiating from Kyle's massive cock as it inched closer to him. When it finally came into contact with his own dick the sensation was electric. He humped against the thick furry sheath harder, his own fur once again becoming ruffled and damp with sweat. Then, after one thrust, he gasped when his cock actually slipped into the wide slit of Kyle's. He was actually fucking his best friend's cock and he couldn't imagine anything feeling better.
Danny could sense the emotions and the feelings of bliss coming off of both boys and he fed off it, his prick swelling to its fully erect state. The smooth white skin slid easily across Kyle's back, slipping through the deposits of clear pre that dripped down his shaft. He ran his paws along Kyle's sides and licked at his neck every time he leaned in closer, the big fluffy tail wagging between them stimulating his balls and caressing the inside of his thighs. In minutes the chorus of moaning cries in the tent built to a crescendo and Danny's cock erupted, sending a cascade of white cream arcing up to the ceiling and then showering down over Kyle, dripping down his skin and covering him from head to toe with his wolfish spunk.
Kyle felt the warmth surround him. At first he wasn't sure what it was until he licked at his lips and tasted the salty tang running down his throat. He looked down and saw his entire body smeared with thick steams of white fluid. Even as he watched, though, across his arms and legs bright splotches of red started to emerge from the white. Slowly but surely his entire body was covered over in a luscious pelt of fur. White across his belly and deep red everywhere else except his hands and feet that became as black as night. Even his face itched as fuzz sprouted across his cheeks and brow. All the while Doug kept ramming into his cock which still remained hidden inside his sheath.
Doug panted and whined as his cock screamed for release, but no matter how quickly he thrust into Kyle it just wouldn't come. Then, when his friend was overcome by that wave of white and the fur started growing from his skin, Doug felt sure he was going to blow. A mere look from Danny stole away the pressure of his orgasm, but not the need. He humped against Kyle's sheath faster than he thought would be possible and ran his paws through the slick fur of his body. He felt sure he was going to pass out from the pressure building in his cock, then he felt Kyle release his load and it was like nothing he had ever felt before.
The warmth spread through Kyle and centered on his groin. He felt so hot and wet from the thick cum soaked layer of fur that covered him. Even with Doug's cock invading his sheath, Kyle felt a bit empty, like something was missing or incomplete. He had little time to dwell on this notion though, as he began to notice the way the extra prick in his sheath seemed to be stretching him a bit more, swelling and pushing out on his own cock. Along with that, he felt the churning of his seed in his balls, aching to be released. All the while Danny was whispering into his ear, prompting him, directing him, mesmerizing him with his words. Finally when the moment was right Danny said just enough to let Kyle release, surges of cum flowing down his shaft and exploding outward around Doug's member, splashing outwards in gushes covering both his friend and back on himself mixing with Danny's spent seed.
The blast that hit Doug was strong enough to knock him backwards but his cock was firmly rooted inside Kyle's sheath and that kept him upright. The marvelous rush of hot fluid gushed around him, almost masking the incredible stretching sensation that he felt in his groin. It was so pronounced he could almost swear he could hear his flesh expanding. When he looked down he saw the base of his cock was blowing up like a balloon, pushing him out and away from Kyle, forcing him to step back a bit every couple of seconds to allow it some room.
The jet black and smooth flesh that expanded beneath the shower of white continued to grow and eventually Doug had to pull free of Kyle's sheath. When he did the massive python that extended from his crotch was nearly as large as the big wolf Danny's. Its orgasm was equally powerful. The thick ropelike stream that instantly poured forth from the pointed tip hit Kyle square in his chest and caused him to stager backward, only held up by the wolf's paws.
Danny held Kyle up as he was pummeled with Doug's spunk. So far he could not be happier with the condition of his new fox-like friends. Doug was pretty much complete, now that the towering spire of black cock that grew from his crotch was done. Kyle had a bit further to go though, except for the fine coat of fur, the tail, and his excellent specimen of a prick, he was still pretty much human. That simply would not do. Even as he pondered this, the idea of how to proceed came to him. Even now Arden was aware of what was going on and was filling his mind with what to do next.
Doug couldn't believe the sheer size of his new dong. He held it up in both his paws, the girth of it nearly as big around as his waist used to be. He had the urge to hug it close to his body; the heat radiating from it was intense. He caught Danny's eye and suddenly he had an idea. He hobbled over to stand close to Kyle. He grabbed his buddy's sheath and stroked it vigorously until the black head of his cock started to extend upward. Eventually the entire length of his member was erect and Kyle was able to grab a hold of him and hold it up against his chest. Doug stepped a little closer until their two cocks met, and then he reached around and wrapped his arms around Kyle, sandwiching their cocks between them.
Danny followed suit. His glistening white cock standing proudly in front of him, he pressed it gently against Kyle's back, sliding it up and down across his furry neck. His arms reached just far enough around him that he could run his paws along the sides of each boy's massive dick. He thrust and ground against Kyle's body, all the while using his touch to further stimulate their need for release.
Kyle felt the weight of the two massive pricks press in around him, threatening to crush him between the two poles of flesh. His own cock pulsed and throbbed, adding its own heft to the equation and sending out alternating beats of pleasure that filled his entire being. The heat of the bodies bearing down on him was oppressive and sweat was pouring out of him into his thick fur coat, matting it down further and mixing with the remnants of the countless orgasms that had thus far engulfed him. Kyle could picture the entire scene as if he was standing outside his own body, looking on from the point of view of some unseen observer.
There he stood, his entire body now covered with thick fur matted down by sweat and cum. A long puffy tail hung down his backside and dangling between his legs his immense black cock towered above him, the tip reaching up to his forehead. This massive organ was pressing against another equally as impressive. Doug's cock bore down onto him and he hugged and licked at them both as a steady rain of pre-cum dripped down them. Doug's own body was now a well-muscled fox; his fur every bit as thick as Kyle's own but bulked up a bit over his altered body. His muzzled face completely different but still recognizable to Kyle as he leaned across and used a longer, more mobile tongue to lick at his face. The huge black wolf and his stark white dick completed the picture as he held himself against Kyle's back. Humping and grinding the white monster against his back, the wolf reached around and stroked the two black cocks mashed between the red-furred boys.
Each of the three gigantic members was now pulsing like mad, and Kyle could feel every wave move up and down their lengths as they pressed into him. Each of his companions' thrusts seemed to burn into his skin, massaging his entire body, kneading his muscles and sending nearly crippling pulsations of pleasure through him. His body started to respond to the touch as it was manipulated by the undulating cocks. His muscles altered and reformed, gaining mass as they were reshaped and defined by the massaging touch of the pricks held against him. Each throbbing thrust of that smooth heated skin across his body brought new changes, Doug's massive black cock rubbing against his own and slapping across his chest, the humongous white behemoth of Danny's grinding into his back and sliding across his ass. Bones and tendons creaked and groaned as his body expanded and grew, his fur-covered skin became taught as it stretched to cover his new bulk. His black gloved hands and feet balled and stretched as his fingers and toes realigned, becoming the necessary paws.
In seconds the reformed body of a muscle bound fox stood in Kyle's place. Taller than either Danny or Doug by at least a half a foot, Kyle now possessed a figure that put both of them to shame. Thick, massive muscles, though obscured by the dense fur, bulked up his frame and were still readily visible. His arms and legs were as thick as tree branches, his massive biceps nearly 10 inches in diameter. His torso rippled with power and was probably thicker than the other two put together. Even his cock had grown larger to match his new proportions, thick veins now pulsing up and down its massive glossy black length. Now it was just the smattering of red, white and black fur across his otherwise human head that seemed out of place on this godlike vulpine form.
Doug had to back away to drink in the sight of his companion. Though he had never paid much attention to it before, he always enjoyed being the larger of the two; he relished in having the physique that everyone envied. Now, though, he was considerably smaller and he actually found himself jealous of the well-muscled definition that Kyle possessed. Perhaps it was not jealousy though. He kept staring at his friend, his mate, as he was starting to think of him. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of Kyle being his protector, of him making sure to serve Kyle and seeing that he would want for nothing. Kyle in turn would watch out for him and keep him safe, hold him tight in those massively muscled arms, nestled in close against that enormously handsome chest. He was just about to leap into his lover's arms when Danny intervened. The simple touch of his black, furry paw sent both Kyle and Doug's cocks on a hasty retreat into their sheaths, leaving them to stand there and whimper with impotent arousal.
The huge fox body that stood in front of Danny truly had him impressed. This boy would soon be able to give Arden himself a run for his money. Even as Danny thought that he could see in his mind that perhaps that was what Arden really had in mind for these lads, that they would soon watch over their own territory on the outskirts of the forest, along the prairie lands that adjoined the woods. However, even as magnificent as he was Kyle was not quite finished yet. Once again he found himself whispering into Kyle's ear, planting a suggestion that he was only too happy to comply with. As horny as this muscle fox was, he probably would have done just about anything if it meant he could cum again.
Kyle dropped to his hands and knees, trying his best to keep from falling over on the wet, slippery floor of the tent. He crawled towards Doug, his eyes never leaving his ultimate goal. The thick male scent of his partner rose around him as he drew closer, overpowering the rest of the odors in the enclosed space. Once close enough, he slowly drew his hands up along the thick fur-covered thighs of this sexy fox. Gently caressing them, stroking along their insides as his hands rose higher to cup the low hanging balls nestled in the white fur-covered sack. Doug moaned in pleasure as his gigantic nuts where hefted and massaged, his own paws soon running through the fur on Kyle's head.
Doug could feel the pressure of his cock within his sheath building, but no matter how horny he felt, his dick was just not emerging. Kyle kept inching closer and pressing against him more, his paws finding sensual spots of pure bliss that Doug never knew he had. As his face rubbed and bumped along the outside of his plump sheath, Kyle rose higher and higher along Doug's groin until he could feel the hot rush of his breath blowing across the opening of his sheath.
Kyle's hunger knew no bounds as he stared at the thick fur-covered mound before him. He leaned in close to inhale its thick, rich scent, his tongue darting out to taste it. His paws squeezed and prodded Doug's groin, inwardly pleading for the huge black cock to show itself. His own dick was throbbing again and it was not hesitating to make its presence known. It pulsed and grew beneath him, swelling up under his stomach, large enough to cause him to shift over it, practically straddling his massive meat as he made every effort to get at Doug's cock. Eventually a small, but growing, spot of black formed at the tip of Doug's sheath. The glistening point of his cock poked its way free, but stopped short of fully extending. Kyle licked his lips at the sight of this morsel and knew he needed to taste it. He leaned in closer and his tongue darted out, slapping against the pointed tip until he drew close enough to kiss the tender flesh.
The slight taper to the end of Doug's pole was just tantalizing enough for Kyle that he wanted to feel it in his mouth as badly as he longed to suck down that ebony monster. He pushed down on it harder and harder and unbelievably felt his mouth start to stretch to accept the massive organ. His jaw popped and creaked as he forced more of Doug's cock into his throat, which expanded as he swallowed it. The giant spire of meat was surging to its full size now, rapidly filling him to the core. Kyle felt as though his head and neck were nothing more than a condom stretched thin and wrapped tightly around the giant dick. Doug started to thrust in and out, increasing the sensations as the tip burned its way into the pit of his stomach.
Doug gasped in astonishment as Kyle's face and neck stretched and distorted while he forced his cock to plunge even deeper. The incredibly tight feeling of Kyle's body encasing his dick and squeezing down on every inch of its length was driving him to new heights of ecstasy. He was so lost in sensation, moaning and rocking into that deep maw, that he didn't notice Danny making his way around behind him. Large paws gently caressed his sides and ran down the fur on his back. His blissful reverie was disrupted when he felt the hot, dripping tip of Danny's mammoth cock nudging its way beneath his tail.
With his job nearly complete, Danny had to fulfill one last desire. He positioned himself behind Doug's furry rump and shivered at the feeling of his cock brushing along the inside of his furry thighs. In moments he found himself thrusting forward, driving several inches of his thick, drooling meat into the new fox hole. It felt so wonderfully warm and tight as Doug yelped and moaned from the sudden and continued distortion of his rear end. Inch after glorious inch of Danny's wolfish cock plunged forward into the boy. Danny chuckled and grunted as he hilted his mammoth prick in Doug's ass. The smaller fox now had his body nearly as distorted as Kyle's from accepting the enormous girth. Kyle couldn't believe the sensation of swallowing nearly all of Doug's mammoth black dick. He could tell his body felt different with it deep inside him, but he couldn't tell how much. He had a hollow sensation, as though his innards had been shifted around and that hollow space had been filled by Doug's member. In fact, at the moment he could barely move. He was straddled across his own rock hard prick and alternated rubbing its length and Doug's thickly furred thighs. He managed to lift his eyes slightly and gasped around the thick mouthful of fox penis at the sight of his friend. Doug's body was oddly rounded and his checks and neck seemed to be bulging with the additional mass of Danny's cock embedded in him. Kyle could feel his body rock back as Doug was shoved forward by the wolf's powerful thrusts. Together all three bodies were building up a rhythmic pulse, each of them moaning or grunting with the escalation of the pleasure they each felt.
Doug felt nearly as distended as Kyle did, his body contorted around the wolf's dick. He could sense the entire length of Danny's cock burning deep inside him, pulsing in time with his rhythmic thrusts. All of that was secondary, though, to the supreme ecstasy that was having Kyle so perfectly wrapped around his own dick. He had to brace himself against Danny's impulses by holding onto and massaging Kyle's sides. Then he noticed something different. His paws were running over Kyle's head and even though it was stretched around his cock and covered with fur he could see it changing. His nose was lengthening, pushing out and pulling the rest of his face with it as it moved further up along his swallowed meal. Kyle's fur-covered ears were stretching out to points, standing up taller on top of his head. In moments Kyle's transformation became total as his new fox-like head took shape.
Finally, both boys were finished, and not a moment too soon. Danny knew they would make capable and faithful servants for Arden, but he could hardly hold himself back another second. His legs felt weak as he bucked into Doug, the tightness he created around his shaft sent jolts of bliss down its length and into his spine. His breath came out in ragged bursts, alternating growls, barks and moans escaping his wolf lips. The seconds ticked by exquisitely slowly until at last the eruption began. Danny felt it building deep within his churning balls before the massive orgasm rocketed up his cock. His most massive load of the evening exploded deep into his fox.
Doug's body nearly buckled from the force of the giant cock leaping within him. It was as though his entire body was being filled with Danny's spunk. He gurgled a bit as he even felt some of the thick mass work its way up his throat, hot wolf cum soon spilling over his lips and out of his mouth as he panted. The searing heat of the cum quickly settled in his groin, where his own cock suddenly surged forward, growing larger as it began to deposit copious amounts of cum into Kyle's waiting maw.
Kyle could sense both orgasms coming; he almost wished he could have delayed them slightly to heighten his own intense pleasure. He heard Danny choke back a howl behind Doug just before he rocked into him signifying the first orgasm. Moments later, it was followed by Doug letting loose from his own prick which quickly filled Kyle with that warm salty goop. Kyle slowly pushed back away, his legs barely finding traction around his own great erection. When he eventually pulled free from Doug he caught several rapid blasts of cum in his face and chest. The force of them would have knocked him backward if not for the counterweight of his thickly pulsing dick. In the end it didn't take long, as Kyle's prick fairly leapt off the floor, blowing out a dense stream of fluid like a fire hose. The force of the blast tore through the already stressed roof and walls of the tent, tearing the fabric apart and leaving them all open to the cool night air.
Danny slowly extricated himself from Doug's rear end. He had turned to face the other just in time to catch yet another volley of cum squarely in the face. He grabbed hold of Doug's shoulders and held him tight as they were both repeatedly sprayed for what seemed like several more minutes. When everything had finally subsided, the only sounds remaining were the nighttime noises of the forest and the heavy pants of three extremely exhausted and extremely satisfied boys.
"Well, that was certainly more than I had hoped for," Danny quipped as he sank down to his knees, sighing with contentment.
For a while Kyle and Doug just stared at one another, goofy grins playing across their new muzzles. Small wisps of steam rose into the dewy air around them, the heat of their sweat and spent cum wafting away. Their immense cocks began their slow and steady retreat, and as they slid fully into their sheaths both boys began to forget ever having been anything but the two tall, gorgeous foxes that now stood in the small clearing.
"Holy shit this place is a mess! Why do those stupid humans have to go leaving all of their stuff all over the place?" Kyle asked, gazing around at the cum-strewn campsite.
Doug stepped up close and nuzzled against the wall of a chest belonging to his muscled mate. "I don't know, but it's a good thing they never bother camping around our prairies."
"You know, Arden really aught to have you guys keep a closer eye on things around here and take care of a few of these fucking campers." Kyle noted to Danny, who sat there silently laughing.
"I'll let him know you said so."
Together the three of them quickly cleaned up the remains of Kyle and Doug's earlier life, pausing only occasionally to grope one another's huge sheaths or kiss each other on the muzzle. Kyle watched over his smaller mate protectively, shouldering the larger loads of debris himself. When they finished, the three of them set off silently for a den on the edge of the woods. Once there they settled in, Kyle let Danny cuddle up close with Doug and himself as they all needed the rest. Vaguely, Kyle had the notion that he would be late for work in the morning, but it faded from his mind as he remembered he was here to look after Doug and guard the grasslands that bordered Arden's woods. | FSE |
Title: How You Seduced Me Ch. 04
Tags: ass fucking, doggystyle, missionary position, submissive, blowjob, anal, rough sex, wife, cuddling, cum
I groggily wake in the dark to find someone spooning against me. At first I think it's my wife, but the skin feels so much hairier than any woman I've ever fucked, and underneath I feel lean hard muscles rather than her soft curves padded with feminine plumpness, and then you cuddle closer and your cock, semi-hard from the jolt of testosterone all men get in the early morning, nestles against my butt cheeks.
Oh shit, I think, my mind and heart racing from a surge of adrenaline. How late is it? How the fuck am I going to explain to my wife not coming home from the alleged boy's night out that was my cover story?
"Gotta go." I try to roll out of bed.
You hold me tighter. "Not yet. Got some ... business ... to take care of." Your cock is getting stiffer, and it starts pressing between my cheeks, sliding easily from the residual lube from when you fucked me earlier.
"My wife is gonna kill me."
"Fuck her," you say, but from the pressure you're starting to exert as your stiffened cockhead contacts my sore asshole and tries to push inside, it's clear it's not her you want to fuck.
"Dammit, stop." I clench my burning ring tight to ward off your cock. I try to squirm free. But your strong muscles are turning me, pushing me flat on my belly on your soft bed. Your legs are between mine and forcing them apart, and now you're grabbing a fistful of my long hair to further take control, pushing my head against the pillow while the weight of your body presses your skin hotly against my back. Your cockhead strains against my clenched ring, and you start bucking for entry.
Are you raping me, I groggily wonder. Or are you taking my no as some kind of roleplay, feigning reluctance? I guess I need to be more insistent to get you to stop.
Your cockhead pulls off me, to my relief, but then I feel the coolness of lube squirting on my hot and aching hole, and you resume trying to fuck me.
"Please ..." I say, intending to add a "stop", but that gets cut off as my asshole explodes in pain as the extra slickness of the lube allows your cockhead to shove past the shreds of my resistence, and your shaft slides in a inch or so.
"Yes," you say, grunting as you start thrusting in and out, deeper with each stroke, your shaft making that fucking sound with each downstroke as it pistons into my slippery ass walls, like this: fck frck dlk fck. "That's so hot. Say please again."
I want to say no. I want to say please. I want to say yes. But all I can get out is a squeaky "Unh ... ohh ... urh" as you knock the air out of my lungs with each thrust and you jackhammer into me balls deep, your firm lower belly slapping against my ass cheeks.
I finally manage to grunt out between thrusts, "Please. Don't. Fuck. Me. Like. This."
You stop fucking, though your cock is still deep inside. "OK."
You grab my left leg, jam it toward my chest, roll me over onto my back, and grab both of my ankles and place my heels on your shoulders, all in one fluid deft maneuver, your cockhead still inside me. I'm still completely in your control, but now in missionary position.
Phrasing, I think as you resume fucking me. I really need to work on phrasing.
Your handsome eyes stare into mine, and I'm kinda pissed off at the arguably-not-quite-rape-due-to-communication-fail, and I'm worried about the fallout when I go home to my wife, and I'm hurting from you slamming into my already well used ass, but admit it, I'm also turned on despite myself by the roughness, enjoying being dominated and letting you take control.
Fuck it. Quickest way out of here is to make you cum.
So I slide my heels from your shoulders down to the small of your back and wrap my legs around you, my heels pressing down with each of your thrusts, forcing you all the way inside, urging you to give me your cum. I drape my arms around your neck, and give you a loving look, a wanting it look, like I'm your wife and I'm willingly giving my body to you to satisfy my husband's lusts, not daring to say it out loud but it feels so good to embrace the moment.
You lean down and give me an electric kiss, lingering, while your body slams even harder into me, and my lips are muffling the sounds of you cumming - cumming hard - spurting inside me.
When you're spent, you lay on top of me, gasping for breath, taking most of the weight with your arms, my arms and legs still wrapped around you. The weight of your body on mine is comforting. I think of telling you about the wife fantasy, but shy away. I think of telling you about the near rape thing.
I settle on this:
I whisper in your ear: "We gotta work on communication. Get a fucking safe word or something."
You murmur sleepily, "Hmm?"
"I get how no can mean yes, but ..."
Your eyes open, a worried crease sliding onto your forehead. "Oh. Shit."
I think of how to say it.
"Did I ..."
I lean in and give you a gentle kiss. "No. No. That was kinda on me. I just ... I gotta get home to my ..."
"Lemme make it up to you first." You start kissing your way south, and I think of saying no, no time, but there's been too many "no"s already, and then your lips wrap around my cockhead for the first time, your first time reciprocating, and oh, it's so much better than the blowjobs my wife gives, and I murmur "Yes, oh god yes" just so there's no ambiguity, and you start taking some of my shaft as I harden in your mouth and I grab your hair and fuck your face, my hips rising up to finally take my pleasure too ..
After, still no hint of dawn in the black night sky, I drive home along nearly deserted streets to meet my wife's worry or fury or passive aggressiveness, or, knowing her, all of the above and more. The powerful engine in my car murmers an almost inaudible growl as I cruise through the darkness, your cum in my ass and a bit of my own cum on my lips from when you gently kissed me goodbye, and I can face whatever is next because I'll always get to remember these moments, get to remember the lust and surrender as I let you fuck me hard ... | literotica |
Title: Corwin Hall, Chapter 3 by Geraden
Tags: Character Development, Church, Diapers, Ferret, Mouse, Plot Development, Rabbit, Realistic, Relationships, Story Series
Corwin Hall, Chapter 3
Lisa stood six feet or so away from Todd, her short rodent muzzle angled downwards, peering up at him with wide eyes. "You came."
"Lisa. Hey..." Todd put one paw behind his neck and looked her over, then shifted his eyes to the floor. The bulge in her crotch told him she was diapered like everyone else here, and his nose told him that she'd wet herself. Something in the back of his brain stirred at the scent, and he realized she would be in heat in a day or two. He felt adrenaline rise in his veins, and instinctively stared at Brutus for a second. He quickly moved himself between Lisa and the large Rabbit. "Did you really have to wear that, Lisa?" he asked in a loud whisper. Great icebreaker, Todd, said the head he wasn't thinking with.
"I - I was all dressed up yesterday. You called and said... but they said you'd left." She wiped one wet eye with the sleeve of her sleeper.
"Oh, jeez. Lisa, look -"
"It's the incense. Terrible stuff, right?" She sniffed loudly.
"I'll leave you two alone for a bit," Brutus said, and wandered off into the room, greeting people as they woke. Todd glanced back at Geraden, who was once more engrossed in rubbing Arvetis's belly. Lisa began to walk towards an unoccupied area next to the huge fireplace, and Todd followed.
Apologize to her, he demanded of himself. Tell her you're a mess. Tell her you haven't written a word since she left. Tell her she can wear whatever the hell she wants as long as you can be her fuzzy sex slinky again.
"You look nice," he said. Why couldn't he do it? The words which had flowed out of him so easily last night were hiding now. Now that he was looking at her face and realizing just how much he had to apologize for, he couldn't do it.
"You too."
"I didn't last night."
"Yeah, that's what Elyssa said." Lisa laughed a little nervously, then looked at Todd evenly. "Said you didn't smell great either."
"Elyssa?" Todd asked, dodging Lisa's point.
"The majordomo. She's Geraden's granddaughter. She greets newcomers."
"Oh, right," Todd said, remembering the Rabbit he'd thought was a receptionist. Majordomo?
"Todd, you're drinking again."
Todd sighed. "It was just one glass. I'm fine. Let's not get into this right now, OK?"
"Better now than - Night, look out!" Todd blinked and tried to process this sentence in a way that made sense, but a second later it cleared up when a something barreled into him from behind, knocking him a couple steps forward. He turned and saw a fluffy white Fox in a pink footed sleeper, diaper-bulge evident, moving quickly towards the hall exit with a strange gait.
"Sorry! Sorry! Outta my way please, I gotta -" The Fox stopped then, wrapped his paws around his belly, bent at the knees for a moment, and winced. He held that position for a moment, blushing bright through his white fur, then straightened up, ears folded back and tail tucked under his bottom, and walked cringingly out of the room.
"Did he just -" asked Todd.
"Looks like. You get used to it around here. Poor sweetie's actually incontinent, but he usually tries to hold it till he's in private. Oh, that's the reason for the incense, by the way. Tends to get a bit... stinky without it."
Todd made a face and looked suspiciously at the reclining furs around him, wondering exactly which ones were... loaded, so to speak. Then he remembered that Lisa herself appeared to be wet, and sighed, rubbing his forehead with a paw. Lisa put her paws on her hips and thrust her stubby nose up at Todd, apparently miffed by the look. The base of her muzzle, right where it became the bridge of her nose, got a little wrinkle in it that told Todd he was about to hear how things were, no ifs, ands, or buts.
"Look, Todd. There are two things we need to talk about here: your drinking and my diapers. You're avoiding both of them. I'll talk to you when you're willing to talk about something useful, all right?"
"Lisa -"
"I'm serious. And in the meantime, you need to make up your mind if you really want to be here. Because if you don't, then leave and forget I gave you the card. But don't hang around here acting like a third-grader at a girl's birthday party, scared of catching cooties. These people are my friends, and you're making them uncomfortable." Lisa looked at Todd for a moment, her expression unreadable, then turned and walked toward the pile of diapered sleeping Dogs, who were beginning to waken.
"Lisa!"
"Think about it, todd." With that, she waved to one of the Dogs and smiled. Todd sighed, unable to stop her from disengaging with him. He was startled by a large paw resting on his shoulder.
"You don't have to worry about me," said Brutus.
"Huh?" Todd turned and regarded the Rabbit. He was calm but somber.
"Earlier, when you smelled her, you almost pushed me out of the way. But you don't have to worry about me. She isn't my type."
Todd looked a bit surprised by that. "Oh? And what's wrong with Lisa? Think you're too gorgeous for her? You can do better?"
"No, no. Let me rephrase. She isn't my gender."
Todd looked more surprised by that. "Oh! Oh. I'm sorry, then. I didn't mean to be rude... sorry."
"Don't be. Shall we continue the tour?" Brutus asked quietly.
"Tour?"
"You haven't seen everything yet. Would you like to?"
"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I guess." Todd became aware that his hackles were still raised from the argument, and took a deep breath, consciously smoothing them.
"I'm sorry that happened with Lisa, Todd. But you can't force anything here." Brutus led him through the maze of cushions to a small door on the side of the hall.
"It's just that she's never done anything like that before. I mean, don't get me wrong, she could be a firecracker. Stubborn when she wanted to be. But she never turned her back to me like that. Even when we got divorced, she just wanted us both to be happier."
"She still does."
"And before, whenever she got some stubborn idea into her head and fought me, she'd usually cry or mope or something to make me feel bad. That helped somehow. It showed she wasn't perfect either, you know? Not this time. Hoo, boy. Not even out of diapers, and she's acting like she's in charge."
"This place can make caltrops out of doormats."
"And who are all these new friends? Where did they come from? Where were they during the divorce, when she claimed she felt so alone?"
"Wasn't she?"
"And what's with her worrying so much about me drinking? I've never had a problem with it."
"There's an alien spider climbing your leg and getting ready to lay its eggs in your balls, Todd."
"I'm not sure this place is healthy for her. She's losing her grip on the real Lisa. She's letting down her defenses."
Brutus rolled his eyes. "If you're ready to listen, we're at the next stop." Todd blinked, and realized they were standing in another corridor off the main hall, this one carved out of stone and even smaller than the rooms in the outer building. He had hunched down without even noticing. There was a door at the other end, heavy oak by the look of it, and banded with steel reinforcement. This was a defensive position.
"Would you like to see our Chapel now?"
"Chapel?"
Brutus opened the thick door, straining even his large frame to start it swinging, then stepped through. Todd followed, and immediately shielded his dark-accustomed eyes to the bright room. When he could see again, he lowered his paw and drew in a bracing breath.
The Chapel was nothing like the rest of the warren. It was huge, for one thing, perhaps thirty feet across and stretching at least forty feet high - it must have taken up the entire height of the monolithic building as seen from the road. It was shaped like an equilateral triangle, except with the sides bowed outward, like some architectural study of non-Euclidian geometry. The floor was flawless marble, and two of the walls were solid polished stone, with no cracks or mortar. The most striking thing, though, was the far wall.
The entire length and height of it - all forty feet, from floor to ceiling - was composed of a tremendous, awe-inspiring sheet of what appeared to be stained glass. There was no picture, just an uneven pattern of brilliant colors. It was divided into small, shard-shaped sections, each one a different color than its neighbors. It seemed to be lit from behind by some kind of intense firelight, for it was brighter at the bottom than at the top, and flickered constantly.
Todd drew his eyes down from the incredible wall, and saw that, in front of it, and almost ridiculous in contrast to it, was a small altar. It was barely more than a wooden table with a white satin cloth laid over it, and on that was a simple, wooden cross. In front and to the left of it was a lectern, and a few bare pews were laid out in front of it. Behind the lectern, Todd could see spiked railing around a stairway leading into the ground, hewn straight into the marble. He took a moment to find his bearings in the strange room, then looked at Brutus, who was leaning on a pew, eyes closed, and seemed to be listening to something in a reverie.
"So... Corwin hall is a Christian organization, then?"
"Hmm? What? Oh, not exclusively, no. The Chapel's all modular, except for the walls themselves, ready at a moment's notice to be re-configured to suit any number of faiths. Sadly, Arvetis and I are the only ones who really use it for its intended purpose these days, and since we're both members of the Leporidan Church, it doesn't see much change."
"Two members? That's it? Don't you have a priest or anything?"
"We have a preacher," said Brutus, and fell silent. His tone made it clear he was willing to explain that much, and no more. Todd realized that Brutus, naked except for his diaper, which was beginning to show a pale yellow spot in the crotch, made an almost comic image set against this numinous backdrop.
"You know, I don't get it."
"Get what?"
"This place. The whole warren is so... somber. So momentous. I feel like there are a thousand years of hidden history here. But what you people do here, how you dress and behave, well - please don't take offense, Brutus - but it's so silly." Brutus smirked.
"If you think on it, Todd, you'll find that that same description applies to many factions, governments, and faiths who have been respected and revered throughout history. We don't even aspire that high; we only want to be left to exist, and do what we do best."
"So there's some danger of that not happening?"
"Oh, yes. There is for everyone."
Todd thought about that a moment, then nodded. "I suppose that's true," he said. Still, he couldn't help feeling that he just didn't understand at all.
As Todd reflected on this, his gaze returned to the brilliant rear wall of the Chapel. Shortly, he realized that his original perception of it was off a bit. It had no dividing lines of metal between the shards of color, as one would find in stained glass. They simply ran into each other. Whatever material it was made out of, it was colored that way naturally. And a smooth curve like the wall had could never be achieved with glass on such a scale; it would shatter. Come to think of it, the illumination seemed less like firelight the more he looked at it. It didn't exactly flicker. It was more of a complex pulse, and Todd thought that, if he watched it long enough, he might discern its rhythm.
"Brutus, what's that wall made out of?"
"What, now? Oh, err - stained glass, of course. Made in France, cost a fortune." Brutus spoke quickly, then blinked and looked away. "Come on, let's move along." He began to walk back to the door, but Todd stayed put.
"You're not being honest with me." Blunt, but to the point. Brutus looked up at the vaulted ceiling for a moment, then walked back to Todd.
"I'm that obvious?"
"Afraid so. Plus, I wrote a few articles about cathedrals for a magazine a number of years ago. I know what stained glass can and can't do, and that," Todd pointed at the wall, "is not even on the radar."
Brutus nodded softly, then put a paw on Todd's shoulder. "Please understand, Todd, that even knowing this place exists is an honor, and a symbol of great trust. Not only from us, but from Rabbitkind itself. Think about it. You've never read about this place in a history book. You've never seen pictures of it in an architecture magazine. You don't even know its real name. Nobody does, outside of a few who have to. Some of the people in that hall back there only know that there's a private chapel behind the oak door, never ask to see it, and are never invited. You're a good person, and you can take good from this place - that's why I showed it to you. But there are limits. For now, at least."
"All right. All right, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry too much, Todd. Except where it really counts, of course. Come on, let's go back to the hall." Todd followed silently, wondering about this place. As they walked through the stone corridor to the great hall, Todd realized that it was long, and had branching side exits. He must have really zoned out on the way down here.
"So what's next on the tour, big guy?"
"Well, there really isn't much. You'll be sleeping where you woke up this morning. Not luxuriant, but we don't have suites here. There are more quarters, but they're pretty much the same, save that some of them are in older sections of the warren. There's a bigger kitchen and dining room, but you'll see that at dinner. What you want to do next is really up to you."
"What was down those stairs in the Chapel?"
Brutus coughed. "Oh, not much. Stostly morage - er - mostly storage. Brooms, chapel supplies, decorations. Shoes. Insect spray?"
"All right, stop! Stop! A long nose looks terrible on a Rabbit."
"Am I really that bad? Maybe I shouldn't be the one giving the tour..."
"Creative fiction is not your strong suit. I get it, though. Don't ask."
"Not yet. Sorry." They reached the small door to the hall, and stepped through.
"So," Brutus asked, "what would you like to do with your afternoon, Todd?"
Todd gave a sheepish little smile. "Well, I've been here long enough to know what the Romans do, even if I think the Romans are a bit off their rocker. Maybe it's time I put on a diaper. While I'm conscious, I mean."
"Really?"
"This place has me hooked, Brutus. I want to stay. And I'd like people to think I'm not an asshole, which I think I've failed at spectacularly so far. Never too late to make a second impression, though."
Brutus clapped a paw to Todd's back. "Good man!" | FSE |
Title: the start of war by general rex
Tags: Action, Disney, american dragon
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THE START OF WAR
The sun rose up slowly as the fog drifted away. The day started usual for the American dragon. As he got up from bed to look out his window he remembered (while half asleep), that he was at dragon summit doing some camp thing. He looked around him to see other dragons still asleep. Jake slowly opened the door not to awaken the others, and went outside.
"It's freezing" he mumbled to himself.
It wasn't long until others got up and had a walk around outside. Jake looked around for his grandfather but instead saw Fred Nerk, the Australian dragon, having a conversation with his mates. Jake then walked down to look for his grandfather. As he was walking he saw Fu dog and many other people standing at the beach pointing and shouting. He wondered what was up.
"Yo Fu dog what's up with all these people"? Jake asked. "I don't know kid, I just came out now." Said Fu dog. "Looks big, I think I'll fly up and have a look."
Jake flew up and had a look. There was something out their in the bay, but he couldn't quite figure it out. He then took a closer look and just as he figured out what it was everyone screamed. Jake flew down fast and hard, he then started to walk back slowly trying to get Fu dogs attention. He then tripped over a rock and his heart was pumping because of what he saw.
He then jumped up and run like hell. When he got to the cabin him and his cabin mates looked out the window to find a huge comet like thing to strike the ground and shatter all the windows and caused a huge Earth quake. After a while the dust and smoke cleared and to jakes surprise he saw a huge asteroid. Everyone walked out side and stepped towards it.
"What the hell is this" One dragon said. "It looks like a meteor of some sort" Said another. "Break it open, it might have GOLD in it!"
Jakes grandfather entered the scene. They started to talk about what happened. Then suddenly there was movement coming from within the meteor. It began to crack and then break as steam came out of it. A huge gap was left at the top. More steam came out, then a loud grumbling noise as if a machine was coming out. Everyone started to move back; at the same time the ground was cracking and breaking. Then instantly all noise stopped until a humming noise started to come from the meteor. Huge grumbling sounds came back again followed by an enormous metallic leg rising out from the meteor. Everyone run back some, screaming END OF THE WORLD!!! Jake hid behind a rock thinking, "Am I going to die." A huge machine started to rise from the crater, as it raised Jake was thinking that he had seen this machine before and yes he had, from war of the worlds, he then thought of the idea that this was all a dream, or was it?
The tripod stood tall looking over dragon summit. A loud bang followed by exploding sounds filled the air. Jake looked over the rock and saw tanks, at least 200 of them. The tripod blew a horn and then a charging sound drowned the sound of explosions. Everyone peered closely as the great machine took out two weapons from under its hood. Jake kneeled back down in terror as he knew what was coming next. After a few seconds bright green and red flashes filled the sky as each tank was annihilated.
Everyone started running as these rays struck them. Jake looking back while running saw the rays hit dragons and saw them being turned to fire or being incinerated. It took at least 3 seconds for each dragon to blow up. The ray charged Jake from behind burning his back. He leaped out the way landing an a soft pile of leaves. He then looked up and saw buildings instantly turned to rubble. The tripod walked by Jake still shooting at the dragons. Jake got up and ran to find his grandfather and Fu. After 20 min of searching he found them at the docks ready to cast out. Without talk or conversations they looked at each other. Just then a tank rolled up and started firing at the tripod before we knew it the tank was in flames. A boy jumped out, he was at least 15 or 16. He asked if he could go with us. We said yes and casted out to sea.
"Hey thanks for letting me come with you; I wouldn't have lasted long over there." Said the soldier. "No prob dude, say what's a teenager doing in a tank." Asked Jake. "My name is Nick; I'm part of the ATC, Australian Tank Command. I was also part of the 4th tank brigade in Germany. We saw these things come down, we knew what they were. These tripods are landing all over the world; it's like war of the worlds." "Are you a dragon?" Asked Jakes grandfather. "Surprisingly no. Just like you Jake im a protector, not of the magical world but the whole world." "Hey wait I know you, your that guy from Global Operations, your that chief and commander kid." Fu dog said surprisingly. "Yes well you can call me the Australian Overlord. I've been monitoring you magical creatures for a long time now; of coarse there have been wars that you don't know about. Like the war between me and the Dark dragon, but I'll tell you that later for now we must get out of here."
As they moved into the sea jakes grandfather cast a teleportation spell to take them back to New York City. | FSE |
Title: How it Began
Tags: femdom, cum eater, creampie, snowball, loving relationship, submissive man, submissive boy, strong woman
My mother left my father when I was 15. She went off to "find herself" in California. Strangely, my father was upset but also understanding. I think that made it easier for me. I still loved her and she was in touch with us and said she loved us both. I believed her, but also knew that she had moved on as we must. She always was a free spirit and one that was hard to hold onto.
My parent's best friends were Joe and Susan. Sadly, later that same year a tragic car accident too Joe's life leaving Susan widowed and alone. Needless to say at some point, Susan and my Dad started "seeing" each other. It started out with Susan coming over to cook dinner for us on Sunday evening and over a period of time a true fondness developed between my Dad and Susan.
Jump ahead two and a half years to June. My Dad and Susan got married. Houses were consolidated into our four bedroom home. And for the first time we were living as a family, Dad, Susan and her daughter El and I shared the house. El and I were both just finished our freshman year in college. She was at State, about 45 minutes away, and I was at a community college. I was living at home, working and saving money before I headed up to State myself as a Junior.
El was pretty, smart with an easy and quick laugh, great smile and wonderful eyes. I am six feet tall 175 pounds with a swimmer's build. I am not a crazy dude, but enjoy a good laugh, am confident and doing very well in school.
I know what you are all thinking, Whoa, here we go, wild and crazy sex on the way. Well yes and no, kind of, but I'm sure it's not what you are thinking and it certain wasn't what I though was going to happen.
Our parents delayed their honeymoon until mid July and then left on a Wednesday for 11 days. El and I were left in the house, were both working so Wednesday and Thursday evening were spent together cooking dinner and enjoying each others company. It really was nice and not in any way overtly sexual, though I was developing a sincere "like" for El. Really, bordering on a raging like.
Friday morning El suggested we catch a movie and a pizza that night. Sounded like a plan and spending more time with her was just fine with me. We returned home and settled in on the back patio with a beer and conversation at about 11:15pm.
We were chatting in general when El turned the conversation to our parents. She asked me if I had noticed how comfortable they were together.
"Yea, they do seem happy together, like they were made for each other.", I said.
"In many ways I think they are, my Mom is a very strong woman and your Dad is just a very nice guy, very accommodating, helpful and sincere. I think their female led relationship works really well for both of them. They both seem happy." El said.
I heard her clearly but I wasn't sure exactly what I had heard or what it meant. So I just asked.
"What do you mean a female led relationship?" I asked.
"Well, my mom is very strong as I said and your dad accepts that. It was the same way with my dad when he was alive. My mom obviously loved him very much and he allowed her to guide him in decisions and things in general. My mom says your mother and dad were the same way and it's why our parents were friends, I think. I believe your mom and my mom talked about it after your mother moved to California and my dad died. It was your mom who suggested that she get together with your father. Your mom thought your father would need the guiding hand of a strong woman and suggested they hook up. It would be good for both of then she thought." El said.
"Yea, now that you mention it my dad does defer to your mother on many thing, " I said.
"Your father defers to my mom on all things." El said as a matter of fact.
She leaned forward in her chair and stared at me, rather intently and unblinking.
"Your father is submissive to my mother as he was to your mother. He needs a loving woman to guide him, he is submissive to her on all things emotional and physical". El smiled and held her stare. She seem very strong and confident at that moment.
For some reason unknown to me I got a chill. My breathing thinned and I then felt flush. I looked into El's eyes and then down to her boobs, and then further down to the space between our chairs. For some reason, I was getting a hard on.
El said, "Look up at me John."
I did. Her smile was serene, controlled and commanding. She seemed extraordinarily strong. She sat without moving, quiet and at peace. I on the other hand was a mess. I had no idea why I felt this way, but I felt humbled and in need...of something. I was a little scared but only of my emotions. My breathing was shallow and my heart rate was racing.
"John..." She said.
" I think you are submissive too."
I was now trembling slightly. And I was confused.
"Don't think about what I'm going to tell you to do, just do it, OK?" she said.
I just nodded yes.
"Stand up and take off all of your cloths." was all she said.
I stood on trembling legs. It was very hard to stay upright. I kicked off my boat shoes and almost fell over. No re-action from El. With trembling hands I started to unbutton my shirt but I was shaking so much I just go the top three or four buttons and pulled the shirt over my head. I looked at her. She was still very serene. I un-belted my cargo shorts and let them slid to the ground and then kicked them aside. I was now only in a pair of boxers and they were doing nothing to conceal my erection. She looked, smiled and nodded toward me, as if to say, continue. I slipped my thumbs in my boxers and pushed them down and kicked them away. I was naked before her for the first time. She told me to undress, I undressed.
It would be wrong to describe my penis as erect. It was so way beyond that. I could barely breathe as I looked down at myself. I was standing but my cock was literally lying against my belly. My cock head was actually bouncing off my stomach with each heart beat. I had never seen or felt anything like this. I had never been this hard.
El stood and walked toward me and stopped about three inches from my cock looking down at it. She then slowly looked up at me, into my eyes. We hadn't touched yet.
She reached out and took both of my hands, lightly, looked down and back up at me and said. " I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to come in my mouth." and she leaned in and lightly kissed my lips. I moaned.
"But I want you to do something for me...say you will". she said.
"Anything." I whispered. It didn't matter any more, anything.
"I'm not going to swallow your cum. I'm going to kiss you and you are going to swallow your cum for me, OK?"
"Yes, of course." I said. Of course I said of course, there was no other answer.
She took my hand and walked me into the house and laid me on the carpet in the family room. She knelt beside me, on my left side I remember.
She looked at me and said with a smile, "Now that's a hard on!"
She put her hand underneath my penis, prying it from my stomach, laid her head on my chest and slid her mouth onto me. And I came.
I came so hard I convulsed. My stomach muscles contracted, my legs pulled up and I lifted off the carpet. My first shot wasn't, it was a stream followed by more intense convulsions. She told me later I screamed, three times and then almost sobbed as I calmed.
My head was on the carpet and my mouth was open gasping for air. She placed her mouth on mine and pushing my sperm into it, her left hand gently pushing my chin up and closing my mouth.
"Swallow", was all she said.
I did and then she kissed me and our tongues played together in a slow and sensual kiss.
As our kiss broke she looked down at what should have been a spent cock. It was not painfully hard any longer, but still hard enough. She smiled and pulled me to my feet and led me toward her bedroom.
She laid me in the middle of the bed and I watched as she undressed. We hadn't said very much to this point. She was absolutely amazing. Her body almost glowed with sexual attraction. She climbed on the bed, straddled my hips and impaled herself on my still hard cock. She put a hand in the middle of my chest and started rocking. Her breathing increased and she leaned down and kissed me passionately and then she orgasmed, grinding hard onto me.
As she laid on my chest catching her breath she said, "I just love the taste of cum in your mouth. That really put me over the edge." She kissed me again.
"You're still hard in me, so hang on." and with that she began to really ride me with abandon. She was slamming into me so hard she was pounding my balls and that just made me harder. She came again after about four minutes and I was on the edge.
She leaned in and kissed me saying, "Cum in me, I want to see how good you are with your tongue, I know what your cock can do." She started humping me again, kissing me and talking to me as she fucked me.
"Come on John, fill me with your cum and then I'm going to face fuck you. You're going to be covered in cum and you're going to swallow more cum...much more cum." And with that I came in her again. I came very hard. Really hard.
Good to her word she climbed onto my face. Her soaked, cum filled pussy dripping into my mouth as I sucked hungrily on her and then licked her and flicked my tongue to her most tender and sensitive places. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her and came sharply and rolled away to her right side, panting.
After a few moments she said, "I'm too sensitive now. Hold me...hold me." She slid into my arms and threw her leg over my thigh, grinding her soaked pussy into my leg and buried her face in my neck. I held on tight and smelled her hair. I took a deep breath and started to relax. Sleep wasn't far off. I was exceptionally calm, almost Zen-like. I started to fall asleep thinking, it was only Friday. | literotica |
Title: How a Fishing Trip Should Be
Tags: gay first time, fishing, outdoors, gay camping
As a happily married male in his mid-40s I had never contemplated or even considered any type of relationship with another male. In fact, I had little or no time for such activities and was always very critical of such goings on between men – yeh!
Consequently, when a long time friend of mine and I headed away on a fishing trip for a few summer days on my medium-sized luxury boat, I had no expectations of other them a great time on the water catching plenty of fish, cold beers, some nice wine at night and generally having a great time together. The first day on the water was absolutely magnificent, glorious sunny skies and calm winds. We simply lay about the boat, catching up on old times, half-heartedly throwing in a few fishing lines and swimming in the crystal clear waters. The day was as good as can be seen on the travel brochures advertising those magnificent tropical islands!
That evening, we had a delicious meal of fresh fish, some great champagne, lay down on the large back bunk – head to toe -and were completely happy in each other's company simply looking at the starry night above. As all men do in each other's company, at conversation naturally turned to women, sex and the latest dirty jokes!
The night was quite warm and as we were both still in our swim suits, I was quite surprised to notice that my friend David was obviously getting an erection over the conversation. I have to admit that I found this kind of embarrassing as I had never made a practice of looking at other guys cocks and was not sure if I should simply ignore it or make a joke over it.
What worried me the most was that looking at the bulge under his trucks was also making my prick take an interest in the situation! Frantically, I pulled a nearby towel over myself and hoped he had not noticed. Even though we were the best of mates, I was terrified he would think I was a raving homosexual and would insist that we packed up and headed off home immediately.
Whether intentionally or accidentally, David’s hand had strayed to his cock and he was absentmindedly playing with what appeared to be a pretty impressive piece of manhood. Still not sure how to handle this, I made a retreat to the fridge for another couple of cold beers; hoping that the episode would be defused somewhat when I returned.
Not so! The head of his prick was now fully visible down the side of his swimmers and looking me in the eye he said, “Do you mind if I just mess about with myself a bit?” Like ummm, what was I supposed to say? In a squeaky kind of voice that I hoped came across as manly and understanding I replied that, no, that was fine by me, go to it – like it happened every day of the week! Receiving the AOK from me, he swiftly removed his trunks and exposed an impressive cut cock that I found absolutely fascinating; being the first one I had ever seen at close quarters other than my own.
Slugging down a nerve calming beer, I realized that Dave’s prick was about seven inches but had a noticeably big helmet on it! His cock was not unusually thick but this helmet now stood glistening and hard not all that far removed from my eyes – or touch!
We were both well over our sixth beer each by now and I guess full of bravado and alcohol fuelled courage! A voice that I am sure was not my own said “mind if I just have a feel of it?” Dave said, “Are you really sure? I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do or feel uncomfortable with!”
“Yep, I‘m sure because I know it won’t go much beyond this but I have this urge just to find out what it is like to feel another guys cock instead of my own”. Now in totally uncharted waters - excuse the pun – I timidly and very nervously trickled my fingers over the head of his cock. Had I skewered him thought the heart with a ten inch knife it could not have produced the same affect as this gentlest of touch! His prick twitched instantly, his hips jumped and he made some sort of sound that I hoped to God was approval!
“Oh yeh” he said “that’s great”. I thought if this lightest of contact had done that much to him I was gaining confidence that I could easily take him to the heights of ecstasy that we guys all dream about. I got myself into a better position and taking his prick in my hand was quite amazed at how hot it felt and how I could feel all the ripples and veins that were along his shaft. I squeezed his cock as hard as I could knowing that men love it, women rarely do it and it can do no harm. This made his already bulging helmet grow even larger whereupon the tightness of the skin made it appear to glisten and shine! I made some tentative strokes of his shaft and gained surprising satisfaction as he immediately forced himself towards my hand and thrust his loins in the air. The right spot I guessed!
As I have super sensitive balls, I ever so gently cupped his in my hand and gently pulsating them, commenced to pump his cock nice and slowly but making sure his foreskin rubbed against his helmet each and every time. This produces a great sensation and is also a guaranteed way to make a guy cum! I have to admit that at this stage the “cum” bit was something I knew I had to eventually deal with but figured I would just wait and see what happened when the time arrived!
Dave was now biting his lip and continued thrusting towards my hand – he obviously loved it! I used a fingernail to ever so gently scratch around the rim of his cock and this had the desired affect as he grabbed my hand in an obvious sign of “don’t take it away and don’t stop doing that”. In the back of my mind, the thought of sucking and licking his cock was something I just knew was inevitable and I did not surprise myself when – a first ever – I placed this whole cock head in my mouth in one swoop and gave it an enormous suck while squeezing his cock mightily and softly squeezing his balls.
Wow that worked AOK!! His “agggggggghhhhhhhh” was approval of this fairly amateurish technique and gave my confidence a great lift as I proceeded to suck mightily on that hot and pulsating helmet in my mouth.
Until now, Dave had been accepting my treatment with much gusto but when I felt one of his hands groping towards my own nearby cock, I knew he and I were starting on an adventure neither of us had ever considered nor were even that sure what we were really after!
In a stiff breeze I can manage just under seven inches of a cut cock with a very noticeable downwards curve in it. I had always wanted one of those standy-uppy ones but that was not to be. Nonetheless it has always performed pretty well – occasionally sulking – but by and large quite reliable. Sadly, my wife had lost interest in sex long time ago and though we regularly had the one-a-month fuck, I seemed to only have enough cum for a couple of drips rather than the pulsating squirts of youth or following extreme sexual excitement.
Dave didn’t bother with any fondling of my prick – he just took as much as he could straight into his hot, wet and sucking mouth in one hit. Holy Jesus, this was something incredibly sensual to me and far exceeded the mouse kisses and small licks my wife occasionally bestowed on me. He obviously loved the way I was squeezing and pulsating his own prick and started to do the same with mine. In fact we soon found that being mirror images of each others actions, we kind of played a game of tat for tat! I did to him what I knew I loved and he immediately reciprocated with the same treatment – what a turn on!
I love having a fingernail or teeth gently rubbing around the super sensitive rim under my cock’s helmet and as soon as I started giving him this treatment he instantly did the same. I go mad over this sensation and had great difficulty in controlling myself. I rolled about, moaned and trying jamming my whole prick into his sucking wet mouth. He was now making slurping noises and sucking me so hard I started to feel pretty light headed due the intense sensations.
When he sucked almost the whole length of my cock into his mouth, I could tell he was after the same treatment. I bit wary that I might make myself chuck up everywhere if he triggered my gag reflexes, I nonetheless, slowly but surely started to take the whole of his cock into my mouth. His huge mushroomed head was a bit of a problem and I finally had to give it up about three quarters of the way in – but he seemed fine with that. I could easily handle that length and immediately we both started to suck as hard as we could up and down each others cocks. Great and all as the sixty niner was, I had this strange urge just to pleasure Dave alone so he could lie back and enjoy it without having to share some of his concentration on pleasuring me.
I slowly pulled my prick from his mouth and although he protested initially, I spread him out on the large rear bunk and went back to my task of bringing him to a peak of exquisite ecstasy. I even propped a couple of pillows under his arse to raise his cock up so I could easily reach him and he could also see what was being done to him. From limited experience with my own cock, I know that men are more into sucking and jerking than in light licks and kisses – in other words we kind of like to get it rough, hard and full on. I crushed his cock in one hand so hard the head started to glisten and turn purple with the engorged blood and then I went to work sucking like a milking machine, working my teeth about his helmet and slowly jerking his cock up and down at the same time.
He was now lunging and thrusting his hips and prick at me and I could feel what seemed to be a quivering or pulsating in the whole length of his shaft. I knew that he was not far off coming and that presented me with a bit of a problem; what was I going to do when he did squirt up what I suspected was a pretty serious of juice! The idea of swallowing it didn’t fill me with too much excitement but then again, I had started this whole unstoppable sensation for him and was damn if I was going to disappoint him in the final stages.
Fortunately it was all solved for me! With a low groan, a stiffening of his entire body and suddenly clutching both his hands to the back of my head, he let loose what seemed to me to be a bucket of hot cum into my mouth. I was blown away just to feel the incredible pulsations and twitches from his shaft and continued to suck and stroke him madly as I felt his cum hit the back of my throat – and it was not even a problem for me! I willingly swallowed it in order to suck every last drop from his throbbing prick. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck” he said as his body jerked in ecstasy and tried to ram his prick down my throat. His face was deep red, mouth open and making small noises of satisfaction and lust.
As his climax peaked, I maintained a much slower and more seductive sucking and stroking of his cock and he obviously loved this as he just relaxed back across the bunk and let me finish off every drop he had left – not much. And the strange part was that I was so immensely satisfied that on my first ever try, I had done what seemed to be a pretty good blow job. He looked at me in a half asleep fashion and said “Mark, I have never ever in my entire life had such an intense orgasm as that. I felt like my whole being was being sucked out of me – unbelievable!”
I went and fetched a cold beer for him and if ever I saw a man total totally sexed out and relaxed then it was him. Of course I was in pretty bad shape myself as being still excited and maintaining a fairly respectable stiffy, my own prick was obviously demanding attention from somebody – anybody. Dave was astute enough to notice this and though I figured he would just lay me down and give me the same treatment, he had other ideas – ones I had never contemplated!
He said “Mark, that was the most fantastic experience for me in my life. It was a “first time” and that was what made the difference. The excitement of the unknown – now it is you turn”.
Of course, I was all prepared for a similar blow job and in anticipation lay on my back, pillow already in place and raised my cock towards his approaching mouth. I was a little surprised as he bypassed this and sucked my nipples instead whilst with his free hands started to stroke and caress my balls and gently trickle his fingers over my arse. Wow, this was really taboo territory for me – I mean men just didn’t touch each other “down there” or of course would be branded poofters for life if we did! All the same, the gentle sucking of my nipples, the slow and erotic stroking of my arse was damn exciting and when I spread my legs further apart to allow him better access, it was like waving the surrender flag!
I saw he already had a serious erection again and mine was still waiting for its turn! I had read stories of guys being guys together and how a finger in the arse was supposed to get things going but when Dave forced my legs up onto his shoulders and immediately placed the head of his prick against my virgin arse, I knew what was in store for me and immediately locked up as tight as a piece of steel. Ain’t no one was gunna plunder this boy’s arse! But as he produced some spit onto his hand, rubbed the end of his cock into it and ever so gently maintained the pressure on my hole I felt the first signs of unintentional interest from me as I no longer resisted but actually pressed gently towards his prick. Of course nothing happened initially, my arsehole must have been at a pucker factor of one - being the tightest possible – and of course I still had visions of his unusually large helmet that was trying to batter down my defences.
But he/we persevered. Dave located a small bottle of suntan oil in the adjacent locker and liberally smeared this all over his throbbing cock and my arse and of course that made the world of difference. Instead of tightening up, I remembered what I had seen on a porno video where the girl said pushing outwards against a cock made the entry so much easier, I was doing the opposite and obviously making things tighter and more difficult. So, ever so gently, I tried to relax and pushed towards his throbbing and now slippery and oily head – and for the briefest of moments felt an ever so noticeable intrusion of his knob into the outer part of my arse – not much but definitely there! Dave was as much an amateur as me and kept asking me if it was hurting, was that OK, should he stop etc. etc.
Emboldened by this most gentle and painless of entry, I said no, keep on but be bloody gentle with me. And so it progressed for some time. He would simply lean on me a little harder, I would push back and after a good five minutes I felt what was an immensely satisfying “plop” as the whole head disappeared into my now stretched arsehole – and not the slightest sign of pain. Just a very full feeling! Once the biggest part of his prick was in me, I had little difficulty in continuing my backward pressure against him and could not believe the incredible and sensual feeling I was feeling as I could feel all his throbbing and twitching cock ever so slowly filling up my arse. Slowly, gently, wetly and I guess lovingly ramming me full of his manhood.
And then it was all in, the whole seven inches of it including that huge helmet and it felt so fucking good! I didn’t want him to move but then he started to ease it out of my protesting arse bit by bit and that left behind the most empty of sensations that I desperately grabbed him and tried to make him come back inside again – but no he was in full control of the proceedings. As he suddenly popped his helmet from my arse, I jerked in ecstasy at the sensation and he said “well that’s, it, all over, did you like that Mark?” Yeh, that wasn’t all over for this boy and he knew it. With his still oiled and throbbing cock near my arse, I started to pull him back to me again and this time all the slowness and foreplay were forgotten as he swiftly and suddenly drove the entire length of his cock deep inside me in one huge swooping thrust. I felt like a log had been stuffed into me, revelled in the fullness but now he was getting serious and immediately began a long series of slow, fast, thrusts into my waiting arsehole. Holy shit, this was a sensation all men should experience!
I was amazed at the heat of his cock in me – I could literally feel all the veins on his throbbing prick and I just lay back and imagined what it looked like pumping away inside of me. Of course my own cock was begging attention and after smothering it oil, Dave began to flog me off at the same time as he was fucking me so madly. The two sensations were beyond my wildest sensations and I must have behaved looked a woman approaching orgasm as he filled me, emptied me, pulled me and drove me to the peaks of sexual excitement. By now he was obviously getting close to his own orgasm as his face became redder and he started to breathe pretty heavily. With immaculate timing, he suddenly came inside me with another gush of hot cum and I could actually feel it jetting against my bowel walls – an unbelievable feeling for a guy – he stiffened and gave me every inch of his throbbing prick as he blew everything he had into my arsehole. I know men don’t have orgasms in their arse but something clicked in there and I also stiffened, wrapped my legs about him and thrust mightily against his jetting cock and had what I guess was my own mini orgasm! Holy shit, soooooo intense!
After two successive orgasms and none for me I was starting to feel a little bit left out – but things were about to change! We had a quick swim, showered, got cleaned up, swamped down a few more freezing beers and Dave – obviously being aware that I was still chock a block with unreleased cum said that he had “plans for me” and would I go along with anything? Having gone so far already and both being totally trusting of each other I had no objections to whatever he had in store for me – bring it on!
We then ventured up onto the huge front deck of my boat and made ourselves comfy on the large white sun mattresses – naked of course. After just lying there for half an hour soaking up the glorious sun and enjoying the beer and – with two stiffies already evident – were obviously recalling our recent sexual awakenings, Dave headed off back to the cabin for a few minutes. When he returned he had some ropes, a piece of rag and “something” I his pocket. With no further ado he proceeded to spreadeagle and tie me hand and foot across the mattress. Firmly, but definitely no way I could offer much resistance. The rag was in fact shaped like a blindfold and this was soon fastened over my eyes. He was now in total control!
Leaning over me he did what I would have previously thought would have been the most disgusting thing two men could do to each mother, he started to kiss me! OMG, I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams this could be happening to me but it was, and worse still, I was actually getting turned on by it. His soft lips and tongue were gently and seductively kissing me in such a fashion that I had no choice other than to return his kisses. Hell, my thoughts on male sexuality were getting a rude awakening this trip!
After our swimming and showering, we were both spotlessly clean and I was soon aware that he was lowering his arse down towards my face and now in the first stages of a sexual frenzy – enhanced by the lack of vision and mobility – I eagerly reached out my tongue and searched for his crack. He was obviously going to play games with me for some time and I could only just make contact now and then. And that drove me mad – so near and so far. Dave let me play about there for a few minutes and then I was suddenly all alone again.
The next sensation was really weird! I felt him applying something to the rim of my engorged and throbbing cock – what it was I had no idea but also immediately I felt a slight burning but very pleasurable sensation commencing. A small intense vibration started up and instantly I knew that he had applied toothpaste to my prick head and was using an electric toothbrush from the bathroom to the tip! Bloody hell, this was mind blowing stuff and I started to roll thrust my loins towards him trying to get more, more, more ………….
My cock was starting to pump and throb under this unbelievable sensation and at the same time he slowly started to jerk me off with his hand covered in suntan oil. I would have killed to have able to touch him, feel his cock and suck him off but being firmly bound I was as totally helpless. Possibly this helplessness, lack of vision and not knowing what was happening was increasing the level of the sexual intensity I was being subjected to!
Suddenly he was gone and I was left there for what seemed for hours with a huge and throbbing prick just begging for attention – but help was at hand! Dave returned and once again oiled by cock with heaps of lotion plus letting it run down over my balls and arse – thank God for the waterproof mattress cover! Being blindfolded I was a quivering ball of anticipation over what would happen next but the instant I felt him spread himself over my cock and place his well lubed arsehole on the top of my prick I knew what was going to happen. Not having the same sized helmet as he had, there was not the same problem with getting my pulsating and engorged cock into his arse and without a great deal of effort he simply slid down my entire length in one continuous movement. The sensation was truly incredible and I knew how it must have felt for him when he fucked me so soundly a couple of hours back.
He was so damned tight that I could feel all of his rippling muscles clamping onto my prick and could even feel him squeezing and releasing me in spasms. Combined with his sphincter muscle working on my shaft, there was the most awesome experience I had ever known. I still like to fuck a nice wet, hot and tight cunt but this arsehole of Dave’s was something else all together. It felt like a hot, wet and muscular hand alternatively hugging and then releasing my cock in quivering spasms that made me realize that I was going to blow my cum into him pretty soon.
Dave removed my blindfold and I could see that he was totally engrossed in giving his arse a good fucking on my pole. He dragged himself up ever so slowly and then dropped down and impaled me on the full length. He was making sensuous squishing and farting noises during this fucking and that was a hell of a turn on for us both. I love a wet noisy fuck! The slurping noise we could hear as he slowly pulled off me was so damn sensual! All the same I had a feeling that he was not getting any real sensation from it – certainly not to the standard I had when I was fucking him – and I started to believe that my downwards curved prick was maybe not exerting the right pressure on angle on him to trigger the right sensations. I tactfully asked him if he would like to turn around and fuck me facing away………….. I wanted to watch my cock slurping and slithering in and out of his arsehole anyway!
This he did and almost instantly he tensed up and I could feel a whole new angle being exerted on my cock. I am positive that the different angle of my prick was now rubbing along his prostrate gland and in confirmation of this he started to gasp, make small noises and immediately increased the tempo of fucking me! His arse muscles seemed to me going wild as they clenched and unclenched my prick and just watching his arsehole devour and release me was one of the most sensual sights I could ever have imagined. Being careful, he lay back on top of me supporting himself with his elbows and I drove my cock into him as hard, deep and fast as possible. I was fucking him in long, deep and swooping rhythms when I first felt my cum starting to pulse along my prick. Totally unstoppable now, it spurted into his arse and as soon as he felt it he slammed down on top of me harder and faster than I would have thought possible. The intensity of the orgasm was enough to almost make me pass out and though I always have to stop when I cum as it gets too sensitive, he would have no part of this and unmercifully pumped me for all he was worth. With an arse now full of my juices and oil, the slurping and sucking noises were awesome and for the first time in many years, I jetted what seemed like buckets of cum into his hot and sucking arsehole – he squeezed every drop from me and then finished me off with long slow and gentle strokes til he felt me start to soften.
Dave admitted to me later that the change of position had produced an awesome feeling in his arse and that he had an appreciation of what it must feel like for a woman to have an orgasm during intercourse. He also said that the toothpaste had created an incredibly sensitive feeling around the outer rum of his arsehole and the friction made the sensitivity almost unbearable!
With that we did the usual swim/beer/rest routine and looked forward to – now with all boundaries broken – another three days of great sucking and fucking! We had agreed that this sex had been something we had never dreamt possible in terms of sensations and satisfaction. | literotica |
Title: Bellway Ch. 02: Devices of Pleasure
Tags: female chastity, iron corset, seesaw, letter, regency, historical
*Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age.*
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My Beloved Emily,
Forgive me (as I'm sure you will, dear sister) for deluging you with my ill-considered words, but I am in turmoil! It was with great difficulty last night that I yielded to sleep, so full my thoughts were of yesterday's adventure. I awoke in darkness, a solitary ray of moonlight piercing the curtain in our room.
Lady Grey gave us the Green Room to share, knowing it to be my favourite. I still remember my amazement as a young girl that I could have a bed all to myself, and how you complained that I climbed into your bed during the night, afraid to be by myself even though the beds were within touching distance.
Thankfully, I did not feel the urge to climb into Charlotte's bed. My sleep was fitful, my dreams consumed as my waking thoughts had been with apple-scented kissing and rough fingers penetrating the flower of my maidenhood.
It was a gentle moan that awoke me and set my heart pounding. I lay there, uncertain, fearing that a stranger had entered our room - but it was only Charlotte. She moaned again, and I wondered if she were dreaming, or perhaps it was a nightmare and I should awaken her.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw that she was half uncovered, and with one hand she teased a swollen nipple. The other hand was concealed below, no doubt seeking that nubbin of pleasure, touching herself the way I had been touched.
I stayed quiet as mouse, not daring to move. Charlotte would be mortified to know that I witnessed this private moment. It is one thing to surrender helplessly to a man's determined embrace, but quite something else to be openly lewd. (Oh pity me, sister.)
Naturally I was shocked. I closed my eyes and sought again the ignorance of sleep, but alas I was wide awake - and worse! Charlotte's moans of pleasure awoke in me that same tormentous need. If those masked men had burst into the room there and then, I would have begged them to treat me as before.
I was tempted to do as Charlotte did, to throw off the covers and yield to the same solitary pleasure, but I denied the impulse, telling myself it was a test of character, even as Charlotte shuddered through a long moment of ecstasy and drifted off eventually to sleep.
Emily, sweet Emily, we are slaves to our bodies, and no amount of education can vanquish them. How long I lay there in the dark silence, I don't know, but my body's aching need denied me rest, and my imaginings bounced in a feverish fashion between the masked men's ravishment of us and Charlotte's private pleasure.
For a while I kept the inevitable at bay by pressing blankets against my chest and between my thighs, but I yielded slowly to the demand for more, pinching and rubbing my nipples. It is true that I have teased them in the past, playing lightly with them when no one watched, but this was no playful tease. I squeezed them until the pain was almost beyond endurance, and if Charlotte had been awake she would have been in no doubt what I was doing. Though I was determined to be silent, my breathing was heavy and quiet whimpers escaped against my will.
Blissful though this torture was, it did nothing to cool the ache below. I am deeply ashamed to admit this, especially to you, dear Emily, since I know how much you dislike men, but right then I needed one. I needed to feel a cock thrusting into me, filling the emptiness that even a day ago I had been unaware existed.
I slipped a finger within, and then a second, and this helped a little, but I fear nothing can truly substitute for the girth and length and ardour of a man. Now that I have known one, how am I supposed to endure until marriage?
But like Charlotte before me, I sufficed, tugging at my nipples with one hand, rubbing my nubbin with the other, a harlot at work on herself, until I too shuddered through a blissful release amidst sweat-drenched sheets - and drenched in more than sweat, I soon discovered, for in the throes of pleasure I wet the bed in a most alarming fashion. I shudder to think what the servants must be saying about me now.
[Evening]
I shan't bore you with details of this morning. Suffice it to say that Lady Grey is well, despite her advancing age, and the quality of her staff cannot be faulted. As usual, all of Bellway's rooms and halls are cleaned regularly, the food is excellent, and the gardens well kept. I would be quite happy to stay here forever, except that it is so far from you, dear sister, and I would soon miss London society.
Charlotte and I took a stroll around the gardens, and down past the church to Appleby, where we indulged in tea and scones at Miss Caroline's Teahouse - Miss Caroline asked after you, Emily, and had such a wistful look that I wonder if she is of your persuasion. Come to think of it, you did develop a remarkable passion for tea when we visited last summer.
In the afternoon, after Lady Grey retired to her chambers, as is her wont - and indeed all of Bellway seemed to doze, inviting a seductive lethargy - Charlotte and I set off to explore the west wing, spending a pleasant hour in Sir Eduard's library, and another perusing old Sir Thomas's collections of butterflies and exotic stuffed animals.
Indeed, with Sir Thomas permanently abed these days, Charlotte and I dared to peek within his study, curious to see what treasures might be hidden within - not that we anticipated any great discovery, but our curiosity was well rewarded.
Do you recall, dear Emily, the painting on the stairs that I always liked - the two women on a seesaw, their faces red, flushed with excitement, their long skirts sweeping and whirling about them in bright colours?
Well, that very same seesaw is in Sir Thomas's study - though I hesitate to call it that. This most private room is also home to a collection, the nature of which I can scarcely begin to explain, the instruments being so varied and often so obscure in nature.
The theme, I would hazard to guess, is the giving and withholding of pleasure. Indeed, the first thing I set eye on upon opening the door was a wooden mannequin dressed in polished iron armour sculpted to match her feminine curves, though her arms and legs, and her head, were all left free and unprotected.
I shall say more about that later. Our attention was quickly diverted to displays of wooden carvings, and ivory and some stone too, some very suggestive of a woman's most intimate regions, but most shaped very alike to a man's cock. Some were small and slender, some thick and long, some straight and some curved, some smooth and some ridged with twisting veins, and some had bulbous heads and wide bases and hardly seemed like cocks at all.
Charlotte and I stood there for an age, gaping at this astonishing array of lewd artefacts. There was a chair with a great hole in the seat, perhaps to allow its occupant to do their toilette - which I must admit has a certain appeal, until I imagine having to sit where someone else has done likewise.
"We mustn't be here," Charlotte said firmly.
"No," I agreed, though neither of us made to leave. It was the seesaw that lured us into the room. Without skirts to conceal its true nature, its appearance was altogether more ominous, for in the place of seats, the ends of the polished wooden plank were forked, a wooden cock mounted below so that the lady on the descending end would for certain be breached.
Suddenly I understood that in the painting on the stairs, the two women were enjoying no innocent pastime, but were rather engaged in an exercise of pleasure.
"We shouldn't," Charlotte whispered.
"No," I agreed again, but I closed the door of the study. We were alone, had seen no one else in hours, and the house seemed quiet. Emily, dear sister, how could we not, given such opportunity, recreate that scene in the painting? Despite my best efforts, my mind had continued to dwell on the events of yesterday, and the exquisite sensation of having a man's cock thrusting into me.
We made the mistake of mounting it at the same time, arranging our skirts about us as we lowered ourselves awkwardly onto the forked ends of the plank, the plank itself seesawing in response to our movements. The wooden cock itself was smooth and polished, of considerable length and at least as thick as the masked thieve's had been. It was mounted on a hinge that allowed it to move back and forward, and I was able to guide it between my legs.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I was very wet in anticipation - though I daresay that was useful, for Charlotte, frustrated in her attempt to do similarly, stood up abruptly and I fell down onto the cock. The pain and shock of that sudden penetration forced a cry from my lips, and for a good long minute all I could do was sit there, gasping.
Charlotte, after ensuring that I was not too distressed, collapsed with laughter. I could see myself in a mirror too, seated on the seesaw, fully dressed with my skirts falling about me, no sign that I just been so rudely assaulted by the mechanism except for my reddened cheeks glistening with tears - and soon I too was laughing hysterically.
Oh, Emily, I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. It banished my lingering discomfort, and I begged Charlotte to take her place, something she found easier to do now that I could control the plank, and soon we were both impaled.
I think the real joy of the seesaw is not the penetration itself - although I enjoyed that fullness and the wooden cock felt almost alive the way it moved within me - but rather the knowledge that as one is pushing up, lifting until almost free of the cock, so also the other is being thrust down onto it. Indeed, it soon became a game between us to see who could stand quickest, which was not in itself easy, for the pure pleasure of seeing the other's face as they fell.
Charlotte derived a greater pleasure from this joyful exercise than I, her muted whimpers a crescendo that built to a crest, until she gave a loud cry and sat squirming in her seat, panting heavily.
Alas, Emily! At that very moment the study door was thrown open to reveal a furious Lady Grey. I at least was able to extricate myself from the seesaw, but for Charlotte it was a struggle, and it mattered not because the very nature of the device made clear what we had been doing. The wooden cocks were glistening with the evidence that we had done more than merely sit.
Speaking with an icy tone that terrified me, for I know my whole future now depends on Lady Grey's discretion, and indeed my behaviour since arriving at Bellway has been inexcusable as I'm sure you yourself will agree, she said, "While Sir Thomas no doubt will be delighted that his device is not neglected, for you to use it without his permission is unacceptable. It is outrageous too that you, unmarried ladies, in my care, should act in such an immoral manner."
I fell to my knees before her and burst into tears, sure that then and there my life was over. "Forgive us, Lady Grey," I begged.
She studied me coldly for a minute, and shook her head. "Forgiveness must be earned. Trust must be earned, and bad behaviour must be punished. Do you understand?"
Her words, though I didn't fully understand, offered me a ray of hope and I grabbed it. "Yes, Lady Grey."
"For as long as you are within this house, you must obey me unconditionally."
"Yes, Lady Grey."
She turned to Charlotte. "That goes for you too."
Poor Charlotte looked quite terrified. "Yes, Lady Grey," she whispered.
"Very well. Go to your room and wait there until I think of a suitable punishment."
"Yes, Lady Grey," she whispered again, and fled, leaving me alone.
Lady Grey returned her attention to me. "Remove your clothes, girl. All of them."
I obeyed as swiftly as my buttons and stays allowed, and soon I stood there entirely naked, as only you and Mother have ever seen me, my hands shielding my intimate region.
Lady Grey, meanwhile, removed the armour from the mannequin. It was lined on the inside with soft leather and silk, and there were buckles and laces to adjust the fit to its wearer - me! I was baffled as I slipped my legs and arms through the holes, and then laced up more tightly than I like, before the last buckles at the back fastened the armour into place.
At that point I still had no idea what the purpose of it was. If Lady Grey was so angry with me, why was wearing armour a punishment? It wasn't too uncomfortable, although I certainly looked very odd in the mirror, my head and various limbs sticking out of a metal torso.
Indeed, I can say now that only the leather and metal strip between my legs is really uncomfortable. It is hinged at the front with a buckle at the back, so that the wearer can do their toilette without having to get undressed.
Perhaps you suspect already what I was slow to understand. This was no suit of armour, but rather a chastity device that I have been ordered to wear at all times. "You must never touch the buckles," Lady Grey instructed, her countenance severe. "Any attempt to free yourself and you will be thrown out of my house. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lady Grey," I said, my voice trembling.
Oh Emily, sweet Emily, I have been imprisoned in this cruel device for hours! How strange it is to touch myself and feel metal skin.
Lady Grey has given Charlotte permission to unbuckle me if I need to do my toilette, but she is to ensure that I never touch myself between the legs - what humiliation! The thought that Charlotte must watch me has kept me from asking at all, and now I am fit to burst.
Writing this to you has been a useful distraction from my body's itches and aches, but cruelest of all is the satisfaction Charlotte gained on the seesaw, but was denied me. The need to be touched, to be taken and filled, to have a cock thrusting powerfully into me until I find that blissful release I have known twice now...
I am denied the touch of my own body. My nipples are hard and press against leather, while my fingers caress only iron. My sweet nubbin of pleasure is guarded likewise. I am driven quite to distraction, and Charlotte, though she tries to conceal it, cannot help laughing.
Forgive me, dear Emily, and pity me!
All of my heart always,
S. | literotica |
Cold reality, where he wasn’t floating in an ocean of rose petals, but instead struggling to keep himself together after having his libido spiked and his control board effortlessly shorted out by a serval that seemed to be spending a great deal of energy telling a very concerned-looking waiter that everything was fine and her “little pup” was just having an “episode” that would clear itself out in due time.
Not exactly convincing, but then again, the employee wasn’t being paid nearly enough to question the customers’ decisions, not when the sanitation and health regulations of the restaurant were on the line. Then again, everyone could tell that Shrapnel was about to blow, but he just so happened to be in that right spot where no one wanted to get near him, for fear of setting the wolf off. No one but Elizabeth, who seemed intent on pressing her mate’s buttons without even so much as grazing them, a near-supernatural talent when employed with the efficiency she usually did.
Shrapnel himself was left not knowing what his fate was meant to be: was he just going to sit there and keep bloating? That seemed somewhat counter-productive to Elizabeth’s stated goal of keeping them from being banned from the restaurant, nevermind how much this wasn’t the case; then again, she was putting in a suspicious amount of effort trying to convince the waiter that nothing bad was going to happen, so who knew? Shrap certainly didn’t, stuck as he was looking down at himself while trying his best not to lose whatever little control he still had.
He could barely even see anymore either, his vision having tunneled to the point where he could maybe glimpse part of his nuts as they swelled outwards, or a section of Elizabeth’s bust, jiggling so invitingly that it took everything he had in him not to reach out and touch… and even then he still leaned forward, forcing the serval to bap him on the forehead while issuing multiple apologies to the poor unfortunate young man who was trying to ask why there was precum all over the floor.
Shrapnel didn’t even offer the most token of resistance when he was pulled out of his seat and towards the door; he figured that, if Elizabeth was doing it, then had to have a reason for it, and he’d learned a long time prior that if the serval had a reason for something that involved him and his episodes, it was usually right on the money. Better to trust her and forgo agency than try and make a decision on his own and probably end up smashing his face against a wall somewhere while trying to hump a hole in it; at least this way he found himself out in the great outdoors where he could breathe again, even if there were a lot of people suddenly gasping and pointing at him… or at least a very specific part of him.
He didn’t mind though; if anything, it’d be hard not to notice that his nuts were almost to the ground and his sheath was big enough he could probably plunge his entire upper body in there. The cockring had done its job wonderfully, enough so that he could barely even feel it anymore; whether it be numbness or the fact that it adapted to his body perfectly, Shrapnel didn’t know, nor particularly cared to find out. Now was the time for Elizabeth to come and drag him home, giggling as she walked through the crowd, pulling him by the end and deftly avoiding crashing into anyone.
The wolf’s tunnel vision, at least, was still wide enough that he could keep track of where the serval was going, even if he did bump into multiple pedestrians along the way and failed to keep himself from stumbling on his own nutsack at least twice or thrice. It was hard to keep count when most of his blood was downstairs, or when his nose was being assaulted by the sheer density of the musk cloud emanating from below. It was an unfortunate reality that he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to get accustomed to, and one he sincerely hoped he never would actually get used to. It’d be a crying shame, no longer taking a whiff and being driven absolutely insane by his own scent, to breathe in deeply and not lose his mind just from the pheromones wafting off of him.
He knew Liz thought the same as well: he was right about her tail, buzzing around and all fluffed up as the serval did her best to get home as quickly as possible without just crossing the street in the middle of a massive traffic jam. She deftly navigated her way through to the couple’s apartment, practically smashing her way through the front door and slamming it shut just behind Shrapnel when he came in, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and telling him to “be quiet” while she “got ready”. With that, Elizabeth vanished into their bedroom, closing the door behind her and leaving her mate to just… stand there.
The absolute worst of fates, as far as he was concerned; if only she would’ve been kind enough to give him some manner of instructions, something to do while he waited, then perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad. Maybe, if Elizabeth had told him what she was planning to do, then he wouldn’t feel like he’d just been abandoned, and would at least be able to do something other than stand around looking like an abandoned puppy.
Then again, he was one, but that was hardly the point; no, what mattered was that Liz said she’d be back, so she’d be back, end of story, and it wasn’t important that he felt like he was about to pop, nor that his nutsack was swelling so quickly that Shrapnel found himself having to spread his legs far sooner than usual. There was definitely something in that drink she gave him, but he couldn’t just up and ask her what it was, not when he was so busy growing; half of him even wanted to take the cockring off, but the other half was kind enough to remind him that the damned thing came off when Liz said it did, and not a moment sooner.
Granted, not a lot that could happen without the serval being there to help relieve some of the pressure, but what else was he supposed to do beyond fantasize about what was going to happen next? It was either that or just stand around feeling himself growing fuller, and while he definitely felt that much in his soul, he had better things to do to pass the time.
Or did he? Hard to tell; hard to think when he was having to lean back against the nearest wall just to keep from collapsing, or when his legs were trembling so much that the two cumtanks underneath him started to look like a pretty decent throne for him to sit upon. Of course, he couldn’t just sit on himself, that ran a terrible risk of setting him off, and then who was going to clean the walls after he was done? Certainly not Elizabeth, who was doing whatever it was she was doing off in the bedroom; certainly not himself, he’d be too busy spending several hours in his refractory period after flooding the whole building again.
No, what he needed was the serval by his side to come and help him deal with what had to be the biggest case of blue balls that side of wherever he was; really, just the fact that he was even expected to remain conscious when both of his nuts put together were rapidly outsizing the two’s couch in the living room was preposterous, to say the least. Even worse, his cock had still not emerged, a product of his sheath being very much firmly plugged and unable to let the monster through. Shrapnel could hear his nuts gurgling, could hear the cum production rising in an endless crescendo; he knew that noise, knew how much that meant he was in for a great time… assuming Elizabeth got there before something bad happened.
She hadn’t at times; on occasion, the serval’s teasing was so good that she didn’t catch him before the floodgates were opened, which was likely to be the real reason she was so insistent on using a cockring that night. He got maybe a couple of steps in the direction of that thought process when he heard the door to the couple’s bedroom open at his side though, revealing the interior to be… empty. Elizabeth liked to do that: she adored those moments in the limelight, where her more theatrical streak could be brought to bear and used to its utmost.
There was no reason for her to delay her entry besides tantalizing Shrapnel further, but as far as she was concerned, that was reason enough: as long as it made the wolf hornier, then she would gleefully do it, even if it cost her precious time and resources.
And do it she did, at least judging from the way she looked when Elizabeth finally came into frame, barely fitting through the door and causing Shrapnel’s blood pressure to skyrocket to levels that could charitably be described as dangerous. She was always a big woman, always one to exaggerate her proportions whenever possible and then turn around to dress in a way that would only leave them even more accentuated; she wasn’t one to hide, though the serval had learned the valuable lesson of not fully exposing her abilities unless absolutely necessary. For she was that most rare type of hyper, not just someone who was big by nature, but also one of the select few that could actively choose to make parts of herself larger or smaller on a whim.
Technically speaking, she could walk around as a perfectly flat and utterly featureless gracious young woman, as perhaps befitting her species; it wasn’t exactly normal to see a serval with those sorts of proportions, and yet, for some reason, Liz always managed to make them look perfectly natural, even if slightly strained at times. What few people knew, and what she worked hard to keep them from knowing, is that what she looked like in public was nothing but a fraction of what she was capable of.
Truth be told, even Shrapnel had no clue how big the feline could get, not when she often refused to stop growing past the point where he could remain conscious underneath the advance of her bust or rump. It could be that there was no limit, and the serval could just keep going until there was no more room left to fill; it was unlikely, given that even other growers had hard caps to how far they could go, but he hadn’t spotted Liz’s yet, and she was very adamant in stretching her limits when the two of them were home alone… just like then.
He couldn’t come up with an adequate comparison; hell, it felt to him that trying to do so would be a waste of time, since nothing could ever truly compare. Indeed, when he looked at Elizabeth, all he saw were her tits, completely covering everything from her collarbone down to the ground, squishing against the soft carpet and making it impossible for the serval to get through the door to where he was waiting for her. Yet, she did it anyway; maybe it was her natural flexibility, maybe it was a supernatural power, but whatever she did, Elizabeth somehow squeezed through and popped out the other end, slorshing aggressively as she promptly got stuck when trying to get her rear end through as well.
It was, after all, about as large as her tits were, and that was saying something given how utterly colossal she had made them. Yet, there was something else that was patently obvious about her and made the rest of her exaggerated proportions look downright contained by comparison, something that Liz very rarely brought out, but whenever she did, made Shrapnel completely lose his mind, to an even greater extent than he usually did. It was somewhat hidden away, what with her tits out in front and her ass in the back providing ample cover, but it was there; he could see bits of it, but above all, he could smell it, the powerful scent of femcum as it gushed down in horribly vast quantities, so terribly excessive, downright obscene really, and yet just exactly what the doctor ordered for the wolf.
It must be a special night indeed for the serval to make her muff that large, and to throw out even extra lubrication on top of it; then again, she was dressed in a set of lingerie he’d never seen before, so it was likely the cat had been planning for that occasion for a while already, only making the deception at the restaurant that much more ridiculous, and that much more enticing on top of it. He didn’t know why, but being played like that just made it better, doubly so when Elizabeth opened her mouth and the first words out of it were calling him all manner of synonyms for gullible, with a tone that made it more than obvious that she was enjoying the experience far more than she had any right to.
It was beautiful, and when she approached him, when she forced her way through the doorframe after cracking it in several spots, he knew he was in good hands… and literally so, seeing as the first thing that Liz did was throw herself at his nuts with her arms wide open. It didn’t quite work as intended, seeing as her tits were in the way; each one was bigger than the whole serval had been before going into the couple’s room, each one was stuffed to the nines and heavier than Shrapnel ever remembered them being, and, perhaps most importantly, each one was capped by a nipple that was both bigger than his head, and had an areola of such colossal girth that it nearly covered the entire front half of the tit itself!
Really, the lingerie was nothing if not a pointless formality, one that Liz most likely had brought out purely so she could tease him further… and, if so, she definitely succeeded there. He wasn’t thinking about anything other than her, couldn’t think of anything other than her, and if not for the fact that he was very much rooted in place thanks to his own weight, he would’ve bent the serval in half and been rutting her from the moment she plopped out of their room.
Alas, he was too big, too full, too ridiculously overproductive to do such a thing; he could certainly try, for all the good it would do to him, but that hardly meant anything when he had both his own weight pinning him down and that of Elizabeth’s keeping him from going anywhere by way of her tight, almost constricting hold over his still-swelling sack. It would’ve been painful, were it not for who was doing it; the serval knew exactly how far she could go before things went from merely being on the edge to actually tipping over it, and while she enjoyed toeing that line perhaps a bit too much for Shrapnel’s liking, he had to admit that at no point had Liz ever breached that trust.
She came close, and multiple times in fact, but never quite that far… and each time, Shrap was nonetheless left wondering what it would’ve been like if his beloved had taken the extra step, if she had gone through and done something to him that she couldn’t take back. Not thoughts he ever saw himself thinking, but when having tits bigger than people shoved into his face became the norm, suddenly regular perspectives stopped making any sense whatsoever.
Better that he go with the flow, especially considering the “flow” coming from Elizabeth herself; one wondered where exactly she found the energy and water levels needed to gush with so much femcum of her own, the thick carpeting of the stuff enough to beat out Shrapnel’s own pre production. Granted, he still had the cockring on him, so the trickle coming out from his exposed sheath was but a fraction of a fraction of what he was actually capable of, but still, impressive for someone whose main factories were located on her chest, not between her legs.
Perhaps that was the point: get his nose so overwhelmed by the scent of it all that he would incapable of processing any thought that wasn’t that of rutting, aided along by having a pair of breasts of such colossal caliber being used to massage his nuts like it was the most normal thing on the planet, all while a fat rump bigger than a whole triple-wide sofa wiggled in the air behind the serval, swaying with each of her motions.
It made him want to reach out, want to bring his grabby, greedy hands over so he could sink his fingers into the soft pudge until he couldn’t see them anymore, gone and vanished all the way up to the wrists like he was kneading dough. He wanted to grab into it, use it to plow into his mate until muscle memory took over and he gradually lost sight of his own sentience, traded in for pure animalistic and bestial energy. He wanted to give himself up to it all, and he couldn’t do it while sitting down… but what else was he supposed to do?
He couldn’t move from where he was without tipping over in the process and ending up covered on all sides by his nuts, nor could he try and do anything to Liz, given the state he was in. Hell, even if he could, the serval was too busy climbing all over him for the wolf to get a single opening; much as he might want to move, there was something to be said about just sitting there, waiting for things to come to him, waiting for Elizabeth to do what she did best and just play him like a fiddle.
He’d long-since stopped trying to make any sense of how she even began to be as elastic and flexible as she was; it was the sort of question one did not ask, lest one be given an answer one didn’t particularly enjoy. It was black magic of the highest caliber, and that was exactly how Shrapnel liked it: inexplicable, and yet delightful, though “delightful” might be underselling what he felt when the touch of the serval’s hands on his body was such that he almost climaxed from it alone… though, to be fair, that was likely to be due mostly to how close to the edge he already was rather than any magically transient property, but he preferred to think the latter was true: it made it even better than what it already was.
She was Elizabeth, his magical little kitten (for a given meaning of “little”, at least), and she was going to break him in half upon her knee with no more effort than she would swat a fly. Hell, just looking at him was enough to make him quiver, that deep and piercing stare that felt like it punched straight through him and down to his very soul. Yet, unlike so many others whose similar expressions would transmit nothing but murderous intent or hatred, what Shrapnel saw in those deep purple pits of hers was naught but love and adoration… and a little bit of protectiveness as well, just enough to make Liz turn around and proclaim him to be “her puppy” or other such appelations should anyone try to make a pass at him.
It always made him jumpy; whenever he heard those words attached to him or his name, it made his spine tingle and his body warm up to an almost unhealthy degree, enough so that he often had to tug at her shirt and quietly beg her to let him go back home before he exploded all over the place. But he never once asked her to stop; to do so would be to deprive himself of one of the greatest sources of joy in his life, the ability to listen as someone called him a “good boy”, or any number of words for “pup” that he absolutely refused to admit made him hornier than tits did at times.
It was all mood-based, obviously, but when it hit, it hit, and hard enough that Elizabeth would very quickly find herself pinned against a wall and then bent over in a mating press she wouldn’t be able to break free from even if she tried. But there, there in their foyer, right after the serval showed herself with her new gargantuan proportions, there was nothing of the sort; all control was in Liz’s hands, and if Shrap wanted any agency, no matter how tiny a scrap of it, he was going to have to work for it, rip it from his beloved’s hands so that it meant something.
She would not allow him to merely take the lead, he had to earn it, he had to fight for it, and that meant powering through the haze of horny keeping him half-unconscious and actually doing something with himself, rather than sitting there moaning as his truck-sized nuts took over most of the house around him. The two of them were lucky they were subsidized and covered by a state-provided insurance program; wouldn’t be the first time they had to leave their house behind in ruins before moving to a new one on account of them being incapable of keeping it in their pants for more than an hour or two.
How exactly no one thought to preemptively put a stop to it through copious amounts of libido suppressants was anyone’s guess, but as long as they didn’t, the disasters were just going to keep happening. Nothing anyone could do but watch as both Elizabeth and Shrapnel once again rose up to a climax and then kept on going, not particularly caring about whether or not they “should” have stopped or if their biological impossibility had reached a point where it had to start collapsing reality just so it could work.
They were horny, they were big, they were growing, and that was all that mattered frankly; anything else were just meaningless details that no one had any real right to quibble about, and the two lovers had no intention of paying attention to. Liz had milk to make and an ass to grow, not to mention a muff that only became bigger and meatier the more aroused she became, while Shrapnel was busy overproducing spunk at such an enormous rate that, were he to actually pay attention to what his body was telling him, he’d be able to tell his balls were touching opposite ends of the foyer and crushing the walls into thin plaster powder already.
If he were to pay attention, he would’ve heard the roof start to groan, the whole structure of the house begin to creak as he, once again, became too big for mere buildings to hold him down. He was going to be outside in a few minutes whether or not he liked it, and the rest of the world was going to see him as well… at least, for a few seconds, before they turned around and ran if they knew what was good for them.
That is, unless they wanted to be buried underneath an avalanche of nutflesh big enough to topple entire city blocks, which, to be fair, might actually include a few people, some of whom had an odd tendency of being around wherever Liz and Shrapnel were; maybe coincidence… maybe. | yiff-extreme |
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It was one of those traditional Friday afternoons as far as the traffic was concerned. The speakers located in the door frames of the green Toyota SUV vibrated heavily to a pounding drum and baseline as Andrew Hargreaves pushing the volume dial upwards; while carefully navigating his way through the swell of cars and people carriers, he muttered something under his breath as a red Mini pulled out in front of him and made him slam the brakes on sharply.
Shaking his head, he resumed his progress towards the school. Taking a minute to check his watch at a set of traffic lights, he allowed himself a small smile as he realised he was actually going to be on time to pick up his children. As the light turned green, he gently applied pressure to the accelerator and made a slow left turn.
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**76 Burrow Street**
The silver Golf pulled into the drive of the Hargreaves' house – a large three bedroom Georgian townhouse located at the end of Burrow Street in one of the quiet, leafy suburbs of the city. The engine of the car idled for a minute before Leah got out – the song on the radio was a current favourite of hers.
This Friday had been her first day off for four months from making arrangements for the forthcoming international summit and she had taken full advantage of it. Following her traditional workout at the gym this morning, she had met up with Alison for lunch and the pair of them had disappeared into the city to participate in some retail therapy. Having known each other for nearly fifteen years they knew each other's tastes inside out – and trusted each other implicitly.
As she pressed the small black box to engage the central locking system on the Golf, she could feel the soft buzzing sensation of her mobile from the pocket of her jacket. Scooping it up she could see the display was flashing *Andy.*
"Please tell me that you haven't forgotten the kids." Leah's statement was a mixture of half-truth and humour.
"Of course not – I'm just pulling up at the school now." he replied above the sound of the music in the car.
"What the hell is that you're listening to? Pendulum?" Leah asked as she managed to grab the keys to the house out of her handbag.
"Close – InnerPartySystem."
"Well it's better than that Flint Glass stuff you were listening to last week." Leah commented as she poked the key into the Yale lock. It jammed, prompting Leah to grit her teeth in frustration. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Not sure – what about pizza?"
"Okay, sounds good to me. See you in a bit." Leah switched the phone off as she struggled with the key once more. As it finally slid into the lock, Leah felt something hard and cold being pushed into her ribs.
"Don't make a sound and just go inside; otherwise I'll kill you on the doorstep." The voice hissed into her ear. "And we wouldn't want your husband and children to come home to that, would we?"
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**10 years ago**
Andrew sat in the back of the cab and looked at his watch. He cursed under his breath as he realised he was going to be ten minutes late. He hated being late – his punctuality was something he prided himself on. As the black cab swung into the street where the journey was due to end, Andrew berated himself for getting distracted earlier at his publisher's office.
After paying the driver, he skipped up the stairs to the townhouse as he clutched a bottle of wine in his hand. Pressing the doorbell, he tried to stem the rising tide of apprehension in his stomach. A woman in her mid twenties with slightly angular features framed by a dirty blonde bob, opened the door. Dressed in black jeans and a blue tee shirt she looked at Andrew for a moment, before addressing him.
"Andrew, right?" She said. Andrew smiled at her.
"Yes – you must be Alison?" He presented her the bottle of wine. Noticing the label, Alison's expression changed to one of faint surprise, her eyebrows rising slightly.
"Come in," she stepped aside and gestured for Andrew to enter the house. "Can I get you a drink?"
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After twenty minutes, Leah had introduced him to everyone there. Alison Irving was their host and Leah's best friend. It had taken Andrew all of thirty seconds to figure out that they worked together when Leah had hesitated to explain just how she had met Alison.
Andrew had to confess to a certain degree of trepidation before getting in the cab this evening. Leah had insisted on Andrew meeting Alison after they had started seeing each other upon their joint return from Australia four weeks ago, however his commitments to his publisher had kept him from having a free evening up to this point.
He was worried that it would seem like he had been avoiding the inevitable meeting and had tried to make a good first impression on Alison at the doorstep. So far, he wasn't sure which way the night was going as he noticed Alison looking at him with something of a critical gaze at times – it was like she was evaluating him.
Sitting next to Alison was her fiancé, Eric Douglas. From what Andrew could gather he was some sort of stockbroker and seemed to fancy himself as something of a wizard at constructing cocktails, yet he constantly seemed to be referencing the value of various items in the house or the house itself.
The other couple at the table were Leah's cousin and his wife, Dennis and Marie Lane. Andrew found himself warming to them as the evening progressed – Dennis in particular seemed to have a similar sense of humour to Andrew.
"So, Leah tells me that you're a writer Andrew," Alison asked as Eric opened the bottle of wine their guest had bought for them. Andrew pushed his empty plate to one side.
"Yeah, you could say that." Andrew replied, feeling Leah's hand on his thigh. "Mainly low-brow horror dross, nothing too earth shattering."
"I don't know," Marie said. "I've read some of your books and I couldn't get my head around them."
"Do I need to make good on my dust jacket promise of a full refund for anyone who doesn't like my work?" Andrew asked with a pained expression on his face. "Because I have my wallet on me if needed."
"No, no, nothing like that – I just found it a little dark." She replied.
"They're horror stories, what did you expect?" Dennis asked. "I mean, I don't buy cook books and expect them to teach me the inner mysteries of the universe."
"No, you buy cook books and use them to prop up the dodgy bookcase in the bedroom." Marie shot back at him with a knowing smile on her face.
"But what does la Cth…thuuu…whatever mean?" Dennis directed his question to Andrew.
"You mean *la! Cthulhu fhtagn*, right?" Andrew's pronunciation of the phrase seemed to startle Eric and Alison in particular. "It means anything from Cthulhu sleeps to Cthulhu waits, Cthulhu dreams, Cthulhu lives – whatever you want really. As long as you tack it on to the end of something spooky sounding uttered by the Esoteric Order of Dagon it seems to punctuate things nicely."
"When's book number six due out?" Leah asked. Andrew shrugged his shoulders.
"I think the publishers are aiming for an October release date – Diane, that's my editor, wants to have one last read through before it's submitted." He said.
"So, anyone for dessert?" Eric asked. "We have cheesecake or apple pie…"
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After they had finished eating, Andrew scooped up several plates and took them through to the kitchen, trailing Alison by several seconds. He placed the dirty crockery on the sideboard by the sink.
"Okay, what do you want me to do, wash or dry?" He asked as Alison closed the kitchen door behind her. "I'm more amenable to washing up – my Mom thinks it's something to do with my tendency to be a perfectionist…"
"Right – here's the best friend speech," Alison interrupted him, moving to within a foot of Andrew. "Leah's told me that she's let you in on her little…secret."
"Oh yeah, the whole Jane Bond thing, right?" Andrew replied. Alison nodded.
"Good – then that makes this a lot easier." She pushed herself up against him. Andrew could feel her breath against his ear as she whispered. "She's my best friend and we've been through things together that have made us closer than you can possibly realise," she paused for a second before resuming her whispered statement. "And I can tell that she really, really likes you. If you hurt her, if you break her heart then I promise you I'll break your neck – are we clear?" Alison stepped back from Andrew – who surprisingly had a big smile on his face.
"See, when I told my kid sister's boyfriend that, he just laughed at me – yet with you, I can quite easily believe it." He said. Alison was momentarily confused by his flippant response – almost as if he had been *expecting* it. "However, you can rest assured, I have absolutely no intention of hurting Leah – I'm completely and utterly besotted with her, so yes, you are crystal clear."
"Good." Alison said as she picked up a tea towel and tossed it to him. "You can dry – I'm also abit of a perfectionist when it comes to doing the washing up."
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As they walked in the cool night air, Leah grabbed Andrew's arm and pulled him towards her.
"You were fantastic in there." She said, her voice sounding uncharacteristically gleeful.
"Really? I thought I was getting abit geeky when I was talking about writing..."
"No, you were great – you could see the passion you have for it burning in your eyes," Leah said. "It's the same when you're in bed…"
"Oh no, no you don't – don't try and distract me with that ploy," Andrew joked. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation here…" He stopped in his tracks and held both of Leah's hands. "Look, Leah, I need to tell you something, and it's really important – I'm really, really crazy about you and…and I think I…I should…" He felt Leah's fingers press against his lips.
"Andy, it's okay," She said, smiling at his flustered attempts to convey his feelings towards her. "There's something I need to show you."
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An hour later, Andy found himself standing inside a small lock up garage located about twenty minutes away from Leah's apartment. As he stood there in the small pool of light provided by the single electric bulb suspended from the ceiling, he found himself at a loss for words.
He was surrounded by a unique combination of items - ranging from a high-powered motorcycle, form fitted suits of what looked like body armour to a selection of weapons and ammunition. As he marvelled at the items on display, Andrew realised that Leah was holding a key in her hand and seemed to be offering it to him.
"Andy, I'm being really honest with you here – you know what I do for a living and you know it's a dangerous job," she said. "There's a risk that I might not come home one day, or that someone might try to get to me through you, so I need to know that you'll be safe."
"And this place is what? Your own personal arms bunker?" Leah smiled at his skewed sense of humour.
"I also need to be able to warn you if something is wrong so you can always get away or get here if need be, and vice versa." She held her hand up as Andrew began to open his mouth, silencing his anticipated statement. "We need to agree a safe word or phrase that we'll both know means that there's a serious problem."
"Okay," Andrew said. "Any thoughts?"
"I have actually – I was thinking that we should use the phrase *your Mom called, your Dad isn't well. Can you call her?* But that's just too…cumbersome." Leah remained silent for a moment as she watched Andrew taking in the information. He slowly nodded. "I know it was abit presumptuous of me, but I've never known my Dad and I know the situation regarding yours, so I've come up with something else." For a moment she was worried that she'd seem insensitive to his feelings.
"Okay, shoot."
"Did you remember the milk pumpkin?"
"Pumpkin?" Andrew said. "Pumpkin? You know, I never really considered myself a pumpkin before."
"Which is why I figured it might work." Leah replied.
"Right – I can go with that then." He nodded towards the key. "So, what's with that?"
"Alison and I have keys to this place, now I'm giving you one." Leah replied. "It doesn't mean we're engaged or anything like that…" her voice trailed off as Andrew took it from her grasp.
"You've been watching *Aliens* again haven't you?" Andrew, referencing Leah's favourite film said as he looked at the key.
"Yeah – did it show?" Andrew's nodding head gave her his answer.
"That was Hicks to Ripley when he gives her the little strappy locator beacon thing." He stepped towards Leah and kissed her. "So, you ever had sex in here?"
"No," she said as she returned his kiss with a smile. "Has anyone ever shown you how to fire a gun?"
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**76 Burrow Street**
Standing in the hallway of her home, Leah slowly turned around to see a squat pistol nestled in the right hand of the stranger aimed squarely at her chest. Granted, its stopping power was minimal beyond thirty feet, but at this close range it would be devastating. She looked at the man standing before her, holding her at gunpoint. Maintaining eye contact with him, she found him to be instantly forgettable.
*Of course*, she mused, *that's what they want these days*. Holding her hands where he could see them, by her sides with her palms facing outwards, she decided to make the first move.
"What is it that you want?" she tried to remain calm, given the fact that she knew Andrew would be home shortly. If this *John Doe* had been able to find out where she lived then it was a safe assumption that he wasn't operating alone today.
"You've been co-ordinating the security arrangements for the Summit." The intruder said. "I want those details."
"That's going to take time," Leah said. "I could take you to…" The gun was suddenly raised and pushed towards her – although not close enough to affect any kind of disarming manoeuvre from Leah's perspective. It was more of a means of emphasising that John was currently in control of the situation.
"Stop stalling for time – I know that you have access to the data here." His voice was calm and even, telling Leah all she needed to know.
"Okay – but I'll need to get it for you from my laptop." She said, trying to put him at ease. "Which means I'll need to go into the dining room."
"I'm sure you can manage that by walking backwards," John Doe replied before waving the gun at her to indicate that Leah should move.
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One of the reasons why Andrew and Leah had chosen this area when they moved shortly after the twins turned two was the plethora of good schools in the area. They had both been impressed by the local primary school and despite reservations at the prospect of one of them making the school run twice a day, the decision had been made overnight that this would be the area they would raise their children in.
As Sylvia Evans, the headmistress of the school, sat stern-faced across the desk from Andrew, Scott and Cassie, he found himself wondering if they'd made the right decision made five years ago.
"I'm sure you can appreciate the situation Mr Hargreaves," Sylvia said. "We've had complaints from several parents about the effect the…material your son bought into school has had on some of the more sensitive children."
"I'm really, really sorry Mrs Evans," Andrew said as he picked up the large book from the table. "Ordinarily, this sort of thing is tucked away on the top of a bookcase where little hands can't get hold of them." He glanced down at Scott, who was studiously examining his shoes. "And I can assure you that this won't happen again."
"Oddly enough, I can understand Scott's curiosity – his reading age is several years ahead of his peers, but I simply can't allow reading matter like that in the school in this age group." Sylvia said as her stern expression began to crack slightly. "But I'm happy now we've had this little talk."
"Thanks again Mrs Evans – like I said, I can assure you that there won't be a repeat of this incident."
After scooping up both children, Andrew guided them through the school and into the car park. Making sure they were both buckled into the back seat before getting in the car himself, Andrew took a moment to think about what he was going to say.
"Sorry Dad," Scott beat him to it, his voice sounded suitably contrite.
"What were you thinking?" Andrew asked him, turning in the driver's seat so he could see his son's face. "Why did you take the *Malleous Monstorum* into school?"
"Rob Nolan said that only babies were scared of monsters, so I thought if he saw some of those monsters he might change his mind." Scott replied. "Turns out he doesn't like spiders…or worms…" Cassie giggled in the seat next to him.
"Scott!" Andrew admonished him. "That's not fair – how would you like it if Rob made you look at pictures of dead dogs?" He shook his head. "And how did you get hold of it? That book is on the top of the book case – you could have killed yourself climbing up there to get it."
"I'm sorry Dad; I just wanted to prove him wrong." Andrew turned the key in the ignition. "Besides Cassie helped me…oww!" Scott cried out as a small fist hit his arm.
"Cassie, is that right?" Andrew asked. Cassie looked at her father and sheepishly nodded. "Right, when we get home you two are going straight to bed." Sliding the gear stick into first, Andrew prepared to pull away. Something at the back of his head made him stop. "I'd better tell your Mom we're going to be late – she'll be worrying otherwise."
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As her fingers danced across the keys of the laptop, Leah was trying to formulate a plan in her mind. With John Doe standing behind her he could clearly see what she was doing on the computer – which ruled out either e-mailing the office or sending any sort of instant message to garner assistance or support. Again, he was standing around ten feet away from her so her options were limited.
*Then again*, she thought, *if he's a professional then I'm dead at the end of all this anyway.*
There was a shrill ringing coming from the kitchen. For a moment Leah's mind failed to register what it was. As she realised it was the home phone a though occurred to her. She twisted her body slightly to the left.
"Leave it – finish what you're doing."
"It's probably my husband – if I don't answer it he'll know there's something wrong." Leah said, turning her head to look at the man behind her. The phone continued to ring.
"Okay – but try anything funny and I'll make you watch while I kill them all."
Leah slowly got up from the chair in the dining room and walked to the kitchen, with John Doe trailing a safe distance for him behind her. As she picked up the phone she hoped that her guess was accurate.
"It's me, we got held up at the school…" Andrew's voice filled her with relief – at least her family were nominally safe at the moment.
"I forgot to check with you earlier," Leah said, interrupting her husband. "Did you remember the milk pumpkin?" There was silence on the other end of the phone, followed by three whispered words before the line went dead. "Mmm…yes, yes, that will be fine – I'll see you later." Leah continued for a moment before replacing the handset on the base unit. She then looked at John Doe. "Okay, shall we continue then?"
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Andrew could feel the blood drain from his face as she said the phrase that they'd discussed a decade ago in a lock up garage. Unfortunately, he knew that he wasn't in any sort of position to help out and had more important things to take care of.
"Okay, why don't we go and pay a visit to Granny?" He said as he abruptly turned left out of the school entrance rather than right.
"I thought we were going home?" Cassie asked. "We still have to make our cards for Mother's Day." Andrew shook his head.
"No, Mommy's a little busy right now and she doesn't want to be disturbed, so she wants us to go over to Granny's house for a little bit."
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Returning to the dining room, Leah felt relieved that she had been able to warn Andrew. She knew that she had to channel her anger at the thought of her family being threatened into something useful, even while there was a nagging sense of dread that something may yet still happen to them that she couldn't control.
This had been her primary fear after giving birth to Cassie and Scott – that someone would take them away from her without Leah being able to do anything to stop them. There was a clattering noise as a memory stick was thrown down onto the table
"Put the data onto that." John Doe said.
"Okay," Leah said, inserting the stick in the USB port and activating the file transfer. She made a few surreptitious additional keystrokes as well, uploading a virus to the memory stick at the same time. Even if they got away with the data it would prove useless once they tried to download it.
*What's the term again? A pyrrhic victory.*
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"Mom, I need you to look after the kids for me for a bit." Andrew said after he'd ushered Scott and Cassie into his mother's living room. The short, squat figure of his mother came waddling out of the kitchen bearing a tray of biscuits.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Andrew shook his head.
"Nothing – everything is fine." He replied. "Look, have you still got the keys to Harry's old van?"
"Yes, why?"
"I need to borrow it," Andrew said. His mom picked up a set of rusty looking keys from the sideboard and handed them to him. "Oh and are my old American Football pads and helmet still in the garage?"
"They should be." His mother answered. "Andrew, what's going on?"
"Just look after the kids – I'll tell you later." He then kissed his mom on the cheek before darting out of the house. Once the front door was shut behind him, he grabbed his mobile from his pocket and dialled a number. "Alison, its Andy; Leah's in trouble…"
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There was a noticeable sense of irritation in the dining room as two pairs of eyes watch the progress bar creep along the screen. Leah was running through her options as the phone began to ring again. The shrill tone cut through the silence between the two people in the room. By the seventh ring, it was clear whoever was on the phone wasn't giving up.
"Answer it – get rid of them." John Doe gestured for Leah to get out of her chair once more. Again he followed her from a safe distance as she made her way into the kitchen. *If she could just get to the knife block by the sink, or her hands on a saucepan…*
"Hello." Leah never took her eyes of John Doe.
"It's me," Alison's voice was instantly recognisable. "I'm on my way."
"I'm sorry," Leah said with a feint smile on her face. *Thank you Andy.* "We already have broadband, thanks anyway." She pressed the button to end the call and made to return the portable handset to the base unit.
John Doe coughed, bringing his hand to his mouth. Leah recognised the opening immediately. In the space of the seven seconds in which his lungs reacted to something in the air and the reaction of his eyelids to forcibly close, Leah snatched the phone from the base unit and threw it with pace and accuracy.
The detachable unit struck John Doe's hand holding the pistol – which clattered against the tiled kitchen floor. Dispensing with the other two ideas she had conjured up as she had answered the phone, Leah flew at the intruder. Her right fist connected with his chin as her left hand grabbed his right wrist, twisting it and pushing John Doe into the side of the kitchen door.
Wrenching his arm up behind his back quickly and with as much force as she could muster, Leah grabbed the hair on the back of his head and drove him face-first into the side of the large SMEG fridge freezer that dominated the one wall. John Doe dropped to his knees, blood from his nose now adorned the pale blue metal of the faux-1950s style appliance as Leah reached out for the first thing to hand
The tea towel was one of a set of six that Leah's mother had bought them as a silly wedding present. As her fingers wrapped around the end of the slightly damp cloth Leah flicked her wrist in a circular motion before whipping it around John Doe's neck. Grasping the loose end with her other hand, Leah planted her knee against his back for leverage, hauling back as hard as she could.
John Doe's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish as Leah used the improvised garrotte to strangle him. He pawed at the material that was biting into his neck, hoping to either alleviate the deadly pressure or to somehow wrest it from her grip. He succeeded in neither. Leah knew what she was doing as she maintained her grip, recognising the tell-tale signs of someone dying from lack of oxygen and blood to the brain.
John Doe's hands fell limply to his sides as his eyes glazed over, his arms twitching spasmodically. Leah held on for another thirty seconds before letting his lifeless body fall to the kitchen floor. She unwound the tea towel from his neck and used it to wipe the blood from the side of the fridge. Leah looked at it for a moment and then tossed it into the washing machine without a second thought.
*Now to see what else I have to deal with,* she thought as she made her way to the living room.
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On the opposite side of the city, Alison Irving was cursing the traffic. After Andrew's phone call she had managed to find two junior agents in the building who weren't attending to other matters as backup. Despite her best efforts, congestion was proving to be the biggest problem she was facing today.
She consoled herself with the thought that no matter what sort of situation Leah found herself in, she could usually figure a way out of it. *She could always be counted on to do the right thing in a crisis,* Alison mused as she pushed the accelerator of her government issued SUV to the floor. In doing so she ran straight through a red light.
"Shouldn't we have stopped for that?" Michaels – one of the agents in the back – asked her.
"Fuck it," Alison replied. "They can send me the ticket."
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**8 years ago**
**Northern France**
Leah sidled closer to the ground; being spotted meant exposure and the risk of failing a mission that had been a month in the planning. With the sun receding behind the hills and the moon beginning to show its milky white face, it would soon be too late eliminate her target as time was working against her. Peering through her binoculars, she observed him pacing in his 15th floor office. Having been on reconnaissance for two weeks, she had picked out this particular location as the most suitable spot for her to carry out her task.
He was a creature of habit – something that Leah had been thankful for. Every day, he entered the building at 7am on the dot. After buying his Columbian coffee from a machine, he would stroll to his office, arriving at approximately 7:15. After finishing the caffeine loaded drink, he would work through the morning, taking two bathroom breaks and one snack break in the process.
After taking his lunch at his desk, the same pattern would repeat itself for the afternoon. At 4pm every day, he would amble around his room and check to see that all his work was completed. Sometimes he would talk to himself, or swing an imaginary golf club in the direction of the large plate glass windows that looked out at the hills behind the office.
Then, near 4:30, he would exit the building and calmly stroll to his black Porsche 911 Carrera Coupe and make the two-hour drive back to his home outside the city.
Having spent the first week of her time in the country as his "replacement" secretary, *Louise*, Leah also knew various details from his private life, such as he had an affair with his neighbour's wife, has an illegitimate child, drinks heavily and is on his second heart attack.
His financial activities were highly irregular – with sizeable donations to several organisations connected to Al-Khayal on a regular basis. After compiling as much intelligence as she could, Leah had reported back to her superiors. They had responded by telling her that as the French authorities were disinclined to take action against him she should proceed as she saw fit. Checking her gauges to see what the wind was like, she began assembling her weapon.
The conversation from the previous night with Alison suddenly flew back into Leah's mind. She had been packing up her temporary accommodation and making sure that there was no trace of her cover identity left behind when her private cell phone rang. Not that anyone would be able to connect her to what was about to happen, but she always felt happier once she had performed this particular ritual.
*"I don't know why you drag it out so much," Alison said. Leah could hear the sound of a cigarette lighter clicking. "If it had been me I'd have just fluttered my eyelashes at him, gotten him into a hotel room and popped him there and then."*
*"You know that's not how I work," Leah said, spraying the bathroom with a mixture of bleach and caustic soda. "I like to make sure that everything is perfect."*
*"No, you just enjoy drawing it out," Alison countered. "You delay gratification as long as possible."*
*"Well, maybe," Leah replied, stepping out of the bathroom and looking down at her watch. "How's everything coming along?"*
*"Don't worry about that – everything is under control. You just concentrate on doing what needs to be done and getting home okay." Alison scolded her. "Have you spoke to Andy today?"*
*"Earlier – I won't speak to him now until I'm at the airport." Leah said, picking up her suitcase and placing it by the door to the rented apartment. She could almost see the frown on her friend's face as she spoke.*
*"You know I don't think you should do that – you might lose focus at a critical moment."*
*"He's the only reason I do focus on my job right now," Leah said, looking back at her watch again. "Look, I need to go – I'll talk to you later."*
*"Okay kiddo – take care."*
As Leah secured the rifle on its stand, she pulled a cover of leaves over the gun for camouflage. Placing her eye behind the scope, Leah swung the weapon to the left slightly, aiming into her targets office. With a couple of turns of the scope's sight adjustment, she zeroed in clearly on the interior of the office.
Xavier Micoud leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms. Shaking his head, he picked up his briefcase as the overworked muscles in his legs strained to lift his body out of the chair. Those same muscles propelled him tiredly towards the door. Leah felt her stomach suddenly lurch – *he was leaving his office*. Pulling out a cheap, disposable cell phone, she knew she had to act fast before everything was ruined. Her fingers moved faster than she thought possible as she keyed in the number to Xavier's desk from memory.
As he placed the key in the handle to lock the door, Xavier heard a brief beep, followed by a shrill ring. *I wonder who that could be?* He mused as he walked back to his desk and sat down. The spring on the chair wheezed in protest at his weight. *I guess I have time to answer one more call today,* he continued, glancing at his watch.
"Look out of the window." Leah's French was faultless. She zoomed in and switched off the safety as he followed the message inquisitively. Applying a slow pressure to the trigger, she waited for him to rotate towards her. She fired the shot with a soft click of the pressure sensitive trigger. The bullet zipped through the air and pierced the window, impacting on the target in less than a second. The hollow-point shell shattered through the man's head, just as the broken window shards hit the floor. A wave of blood spattered across the desk as Xavier Micoud fell out of the chair, slumping to the floor with the telephone receiver still in his hand.
Leah was already moving away as chaos broke out on the 15th floor. Ditching the rifle in a nearby storm drain, she made her way back to the rented off-road vehicle that was sitting on a narrow dirt road. Firing the engine into life, Leah allowed herself a brief smile as the heavy-set vehicle began to bounce along the road.
*By this time tomorrow, I'll be Mrs Leah Hargreaves.*
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**76 Burrow Street**
Crawling along the floor, Leah managed to get to the large bay window that looked out over her front garden and onto the street. Pulling her cell phone from the pocket of her jeans she activated the recording facility of the camera function and carefully pushed the small device up into the window.
Using the full three minutes recording time available, Leah turned the camera in an arc before she retracted her hand. As she lay on the carpet, taking care not to expose herself to anyone outside, Leah began to play back the footage the small camera had recorded.
At the one minute, forty-three second mark she saw what she was looking for. Parked on the street outside their house was a grey Vauxhall Vectra – and sitting in the driver's seat was a young woman with what appeared to be brown or black hair. Her expression was fixed firmly on the Hargreaves' property.
Leah took the time to watch the rest of the footage for any other unknown observers, and then crawled along the floor until she reached the doorway again. Springing to her feet, she walked purposefully into the kitchen. Pausing only to scoop up John Doe's pistol, Leah made her way to the back door.
Leah carefully negotiated the fence that acted as a barrier between the gardens of the Hargreaves' and their neighbour, Mrs Krepolowski, and jogged straight for the shared access between the next two houses in the street. Realising that the woman in the car was watching the front of the Hargreaves house, she had decided to approach the car from the rear, hopefully concealing her presence until it was too late for her target to do anything about it.
Using Mrs Krepolowski's overgrown hedge as cover, Leah carefully approached the street, pulling the compact pistol out of the back of her jeans in the process. Stepping out onto the pavement, Leah didn't quite believe what she saw unfolding before her eyes.
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*Mr Adelmann has a red Toyota, Mrs Krepolowski doesn't drive, the Parkers have that horrible yellow truck, Tony and Yvonne drive a BMW,* Andrew thought as he struggled to see clearly out of the visor that covered his eyes. *Which means that the only car I don't recognise is that Vectra outside my house…*
His foot pressed down on the accelerator and the van lurched into life, rumbling down the slight inclination of the hill that Burrow Street sat on. The only thought that went through his mind was to remember to change upward through the gears. Feeling the anxiety growing in his stomach, Andrew Hargreaves alternated between looking at the unknown car and its lone occupant and the speedometer as it slowly rose. If it had been snowing then the van would have looked like one of those giant cartoon snowballs rolling down the hill, gradually increasing in momentum.
His foot felt like it was about to break through the faded lining of the interior of the Ford Transit van as he watched the needle climb to just under forty miles an hour. *One last glance up at the car, just to check I'm not going to miss – Jesus it looks big this close…the woman inside looks like she's screaming…is that my wife behind Mrs Krepolowski's hedge…?*
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"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Leah said as her voice was almost drowned out by the sound of the circular saw that was cutting through the twisted metal wreck made up of a 2006 Vectra and a 1998 Transit. "You could have been killed!"
"Unlikely," Andrew replied. He took a drink from the mug of tea he was holding in his hands. "The Transit's engine mounting only punctures through into the driver compartment at speeds above fifty two miles an hour – whereas the Vectra is designed to crumple on impact, pushing the engine mounting backwards into the passenger compartment." He then patted the set of American Football pads that were still attached to his body. "Plus the pads would have saved me."
"What?" Leah said, looking over her shoulder at the situation. Alison was walking over to her – the entire street resembled something out of an episode of Casualty.
"Looks like she might make it, in spite of the injuries she sustained in the collision." Alison said, indicating to the occupant of the car. "I take it the other one is inside?"
"Yeah," Leah replied. "But he won't be able to tell you anything."
"Ballsy stunt with the van." Alison said to Andrew, who smiled and raised his mug to her in a mock salute.
"Don't encourage him," Leah warned her. "Where are the kids?"
"At Mom's eating biscuits and making your Mother's Day card." He replied. "Does this mean we'll need to move house again?"
"Maybe." Leah said, taking another look at the mangled chunk of metal. "And I think we'll need to get your step-father a new van." Michaels called out to Alison from the wreckage of the car, gesturing for her to come over as the paramedics placed the unidentified woman on a stretcher.
"I've got to go, you two going to be okay?" Alison asked. Leah nodded. "Okay then, looks like I'll be accompanying our friend to the hospital, assuming she survives the journey. You know how much of a *killer* the traffic is at this time of the day." Both Leah and Andrew noticed something dark in the tone of her voice. "I'll call you later Leah." As she watched her friend enter the back of the ambulance and it drive away with its siren blaring, Leah felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You okay?" Andrew asked. She turned and looked at him. Leah wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, despite the layer of plastic armour that surrounded his chest and shoulders.
"I love you too." She whispered into his ear. | literotica |
It was a simple rule of nature that whatever Andrew wanted, Andrew got. Whether it be through personal hardship, cooperation with others, or pure dumb luck, it seemed the fox was simply destined to receive whatever it was he ever desired, no matter how far-fetched it might be, or how unlikely the chain of events needed for it to happen. Hence why he, who used to be an entirely unassuming young man fresh out of college with a degree that everyone told him would go nowhere “in this economy”, ended up living in a luxurious mansion on the outskirts of one of the most expensive cities in his country, having gone from a measly five-foot-nine and so weak he had trouble with his groceries to a towering eight feet of height with a musculature so well-developed that he could probably bend steel if he put his back into it properly.
All of it because, as he liked to put it, he “set his mind to it”: all that seemed to be needed was Andy coming up with a goal, determining it to be a goal, and then work towards it via conventional means; eventually, unconventional results would make themselves known, such as him packing on significantly more mass and bulk than he should, or his investments paying off in a far higher manner than anticipated, or even his occasional forays into art apparently being recognized as masterpieces (or at least abstract enough to pass as ones). It was, in a way, only natural, in the most literal of terms, for him to be that way; whenever he tried to succeed, Andy would find that the results, while still positive, were downright mundane compared to what he achieved if only he did things as his intuition told him to. As long as he wasn’t thinking too hard about it, then the fox would be given everything he wanted and more, leaving him feeling like a god among men; hell, he even went so far as to joke about it, knowing full well that, rather than making everyone else around him uncomfortable, it ended up inspiring worship instead.
It was, ultimately, just another facet of his seemingly supernatural ability to bend reality itself to fit his every whim, that he could afford to act like a deity and, rather than his friends and hangers-on slapping him across the back of the head and reminding him he was still very much mortal, they instead turned towards him and began heaping praise upon his every feature. It began turning into something of a habit, since Andy couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of bliss whenever he had those moments of blind adoration thrown at him; while at first he found it somewhat odd, even uncomfortable to some degree thanks to its sheer novelty, after a few more runs it became… normal. Expected, even, for him to sit down at a table and start regaling whoever was there with whatever had happened to him that day, there never being any real shortage of tales to tell, only to then inevitably veer into the “god talk” that turned the group of friends or business associates into a congregation.
It had reached a point where Andy, rather than simply inviting people over because he wanted to have folks over, did so in order to deliberately steer the conversation towards that specific topic, which almost always resulted in several hours’ worth of active worship where his very body was treated like the single most precious thing on the planet, with all the tender love and care that came with that. He even went so far as to start working out again, rather than merely keeping his body the way that it was; as much as the Adonis-like figure he sported was tall and imposing enough for him to dominate whatever room he was in, it could always be better, and seeing as he only felt it was natural for that to be the case, it didn’t take long before he woke up one day, measured himself, and saw that he had reached the ten feet mark.
Yet, that still wasn’t enough. As much as anyone else would say it was, and as much as his ever-increasing amount of supplicants would constantly remind him that he was perfection incarnate, the fox felt that something was missing… and not something that he could just get like he could everything else. It was a different sort of hunger, one that couldn’t merely be sated via conventional means, not without him resorting to some truly eldritch and esoteric methods: a need for the worship. But not just any need, no, it wasn’t merely the case that Andy wanted people to heap praise upon him like they were doing already, otherwise he’d be perfectly happy with what he had; he wouldn’t need to invite increasingly high amounts of people only to then ask them to stay so he could have a whole crowd of little ones ready and waiting to follow him throughout the day, and he certainly wouldn’t be spending small fortunes in golden accoutrements to really play into the role and aesthetic of a divine physical avatar.
No, what he needed was for the worship to do something. It was a disappointing state of affairs, that while Andy easily managed to twist and turn people’s minds into a state where they saw him as something of a godlike figure, this didn’t really accomplish anything in practice when it came to his body; he could certainly work out and improve himself, he could change his diet and have his weight shift around accordingly, but no matter how many people he had around him constantly reinforcing the notion that he truly was a god among mortals, nothing really changed about him as a result of this, and Andy couldn’t help but feel like this was… not right.
It was a violation of the natural order of things, that he felt like the worship should do something, but it ended up doing absolutely nothing; after all, if every other time he believed in something it turned out to happen to him, then surely if he earnestly, firmly was of the opinion that such an achievement should alter his form, the fact that it didn’t was nothing if not an affront, an insult to him really. For he was, ultimately, something of a god, perhaps even a true one; who else could claim to do the things he did, who else could look him in the eye and proclaim that they had done the impossible purely because they felt like they should? Who else could stand before him and announce themselves as a peer, when none lived that could even remotely reach even his heels as far as Andy was concerned?
And if that was the case, then he truly was a god, or at least one in the making, a gestating divine entity just waiting for the right trigger to emerge from their cocoon, to show their true form to the whole world around them… but how? The easiest solution was to try and look for one, but given how deeply engrossed Andy had gotten into the whole thing, it most likely had already fallen firmly into the category of “trying too hard” that would leave him without an adequate answer for his problem; then again, he couldn’t really bring himself to just do nothing and wait for the universe to resolve things for him, not when he so desperately needed something in order to scratch an itch that grew more powerful by the day.
It reached a point of absolute absurdity when Andy woke up one day and saw a group of ten people he’d never met before in his life waiting for him at the base of his bed, a representative for whom announced they had come in during the night and were let in by the “gentlemen at the door” who the fox assumed were some of the other supplicants running around the house. And yet, he still couldn’t force himself to stop, not after tasting the beauty of worship, not after being made into a living god to be worshipped and loved and adored by all those around him… which was why, after a certain point, he simply stopped caring. It was zen-like, in a way, since Andy knew that the moment he stopped trying, things would happen as they always did; the key was achieving that state of spiritual calm that always preceded the achievement of a goal, that prolonged moment of introspective enlightenment that came before yet another step achieved on the ladder to godhood.
It was a perversion of the typical meditative method, but then again, Andy didn’t have much use for the regular stuff; what mattered was getting himself into the right mindstate to maximize the odds of the universe working the way it usually did, delivering the answer right to his proverbial doorstep… or, in that particular case, his literal one. It came so much out of nowhere that, when Andy opened the front door after being told there was a package for him, he could scarcely believe it: there, covered in so many layers of wrapping paper and several inches of what felt like high-value silk, was a golden statuette.
He didn’t recognize it at first, but the longer he held it in his hands, the more its power seeped through to him; he felt hotter, fuller, as if his very body were being stuffed and suffused with a surfeit of power, some kind of energy that he desperately needed to externalize, yet wanted to contain and hold within himself. It wasn’t until he turned around to see that someone was waiting for him that Andy understood, as he recognized the vixen’s face as one of his “regulars”, the few members of his personal harem (since he apparently had one of those now) that he actually enjoyed spending time with outside of worshipping hours. Granted, most of their interactions had been the normal “god talk”, but the young woman clearly had more brains in her than he did, hence why he was even holding that statuette to begin with.
“I figured you might like it!” she happily declared, bouncing once in her spot, “It took me a while to find, and I may have used some of that money I borrowed to buy it, but here it is!”
Still confused, all Andy could do was look at the golden idol and then back at the smaller vixen, raising an eyebrow and hoping this would be enough to let her know that he had no clue what she was talking about; with a tut, the young woman thus went off on an incredibly long, convoluted ramble regarding the months she spent tracking down the artifact, starting with her reading an article about it online and ending with her being on the phone with multiple competing treasure hunters all wanting to claim the idol (and the associated reward) for themselves. Parts of the story seemed wildly unbelievable, but the sincerity in the vixen’s tone was such that Andy couldn’t bring himself to disbelieve her… and besides, the idol was there in his hands, so that was certainly evidence enough that something happened.
“I knew how much you wanted to feel like all of this meant something,” she concluded, waving her arms around to signal to the rest of the mansion, “and I knew you felt down because of it, so… I got you this. To help fix the problem.”
The smile on her face was far too devious, but the fox had no recourse but to adore it, for it brought to mind thoughts of schemes hatched in the dead of the night, dreadful plans whose consequences would resonate throughout the whole world, shockwaves criss-crossing one another with one, perfectly identifiable epicenter: Andy himself. The implications of what the vixen had said were obvious, though the giant fox had some trouble believing them, at least at first; as much as he wanted to take the idol and use it to grow bigger and more perfect off of the very worship of those around him, that just wasn’t something he believed possible. It was a pipe dream, a fantasy he had that he’d convinced himself wasn’t just pie-in-the-sky thinking… or, perhaps, this line of thought was merely the last line of defense for the one remaining part of his mind that yet advocated for moderation.
In truth, he had nothing to lose from accepting the gift: either it didn’t work, and absolutely nothing changed, or it did work and he would thus be granted everything he had ever dreamed of… for the past couple of months, but still. All he had to do was accept it, at least according to the vixen, who told him that the only action truly required of him was to act as he always had, right after mentally welcoming the power granted by the artifact. That much was simple, really; Andy almost immediately walked back to his office to leave the idol in his wall safe, lest it be damaged in his soon-to-be ensuing growth spurt, then left to find the biggest concentration of worshippers he could find, convinced that he was about to learn what it was like to feel like a true god amongst lessers.
Perhaps the best part about it is that it didn’t even need him to do anything radically different; apart from an understanding that his form was now ready to surge outwards with the worship it received, nothing had really changed. Really, the vixen was right: all that was required of him was himself, and the ability to act as if his newfound bounty was already his by right, something he was happy to play along with.
Thus, Andy walked out of his office, down a couple of flights of stairs, and into one of the larger living rooms, where most of his closer friends and acquaintances usually congregated; he’d find them there, watching television or playing video games, content in a life full of free time, dedicated entirely to the adoration of the vulpine as a true fox god. No sooner had he made his way in that Andy found himself surrounded on all sides by the little ones, jumping up and down as they begged for him to look at them, for them to be the ones to receive the full, undivided attention of their living deity; Andy himself was spoiled for choice, given the sheer breadth of body types and personalities there for him to pick out, but that was the beautiful part: he didn’t have to choose.
He wasn’t there to take one person back to his room, or demand that they line up and service him, he was there to bathe in their collective worship, to allow his body to sink into the ocean of adoration that his supplicants created for him. In fact, picking one out of the crowd would’ve been a disservice, both to himself and to those around him; had they not come from all around the country to see him? Had they not come to marvel at his own magnificence, to see how true the stories told about the burgeoning fox god were? If he were to do anything other than his utmost, then he’d be disappointing dozens upon dozens of hungry souls, eager to give themselves up to the furnace that was the giant vulpine, knowing they would burn eternally by his side.
They were as batteries, made to give him the boost in power he so desperately craved to become that which he was destined to be… and as batteries, they dutifully lined up by Andy’s side, waiting to receive their orders, whatever they might be. For the fox himself, watching as an entire room’s worth of supplicants all gathered together and threw themselves upon his feet, only to then awkwardly shuffle off to the side as if they hadn’t just rescinded all of their dignity, was the most fun he’d had in years; really, just the ability to walk into a room and suddenly change its entire atmosphere through his sheer presence alone was what he lived for, especially now that he could feel the idol’s warm presence in the back of his mind.
It wasn’t something he’d notice if he wasn’t paying attention, but if he focused, he could tell it was there, lurking, waiting for the right moment to strike… and it wouldn’t have to wait for long, given the sheer level of dedication expressed by those around Andy. Really, it was only at that exact point in time that the fox came to understand how ludicrous it was for him to have a house filled with people who wanted nothing more than an excuse to grovel at his feet whenever he felt like flexing, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially not when he could feel the idol’s power already seeping into him.
It was subtle at first, easy enough to miss, but as soon as the sense of pressure built up properly, as soon as his frame bulged out just enough to start pushing against the limits of the seams on his clothes, that’s when Andy knew that he hadn’t been the victim of a cruel prank. All he could do was hold onto himself, even if only mentally, hoping to keep enough of his conscious side intact that he wouldn’t just black out and wake up several hours later, having missed all the fun; his physical self, however, was free to do whatever it wanted, its instincts allowed to run free to engage in whatever depravities it saw fit, along with a whole host of little ones who would be more than honoured to be that night’s fucktoy.
There was never a shortage of those, and now that Andy was outright inviting as many of them to come pay worship unto his very form, there wasn’t so much a line as there was a whole mob, a crab bucket of hopefuls all trying to be the ones to get their hands on some part of the fox’s body. Thankfully for everyone involved, there was plenty of vulpine to go around, and as soon as Andy managed to lie down on the ground, the true size difference between himself and his guests became apparent: even the biggest among them, who would’ve towered over the burgeoning fox god before they began their journey, barely managed to fill out the entirety of Andy’s torso, and as the giant kept getting larger, so too did this difference become more accentuated.
Soon enough, no one would remain that could so much as compete with a single pec, giving the dozens of little ones around Andy plenty to work with as they clambered onto his frame and did their best to try and pretend like they weren’t desperately horny for more. Yet, no more was required than this arousal, this very affirmation that they were, indeed, wanting for something beyond mere touch; it was precisely this attitude that fed directly into Andy’s growing mass, even if he himself wasn’t directly aware of it. All that mattered was that at least one person around him see him as a god, a divine figure to be worshipped and loved with all one’s might, for that reality to impose itself upon the more mundane baseline version of it; there was no more space in existence for a timeline where Andy was anything less than an omnipotent deity, and if he had to grab that opportunity and earn it, inch by painful inch, then that was exactly what he was going to do.
Not that it would be painful, obviously; his test run using only a single room had yielded results far beyond even his wildest dreams, as all he had to do was lie there and let the little ones do as they wilt for his body to grow big enough that he was, effectively, stuck there. He could probably smash his way out, if he didn’t care to keep his walls intact, but at that point, he no longer cared to do so; there was a whole house outside that door in front of him, and a whole world outside said domicile, but why should he go to it when he’d eventually just grow big enough to be everywhere at once? Besides, with the amount of people running around him, not to mention all the noises being made, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the guests in his manor came rushing in to see what the big fuss was all about, only contributing further to the explosive growth process that Andy was experiencing.
All he had to do was close his eyes and let things happen… which, in his mind, was the most that a god like him should be expected to do. Being as superior to everyone else as he was, surely reality wouldn’t mind serving itself on a silver platter to him, depending of course on whatever whim crossed through his mind; surely, if the universe knew what was good for it, then it wouldn’t hold out on him whenever he decided he wanted something. And in that moment, he wanted more: more of himself, more worship, more worshippers, more power, more everything, again and twice over, until his cup ran over and spilled forth onto the world around him.
At no point did he stop to think that what he was doing was dangerous, that he was being fed by the powers contained within some unknown golden artifact that could very well exact a toll on him at any given moment; rather, his only concern was to grow, was to absorb the endless worship of those around him, elevating him higher and higher still with each passing moment, until he could barely even recognize himself. Barely ten minutes had passed since he first walked into that room, and in those ten minutes he had become so immense as to be able to feel two opposite walls at the same time: head on one, paws on the other… at least until he became too big even for that, leading to plenty of cracks forming on either side the longer he tried keeping his body fully extended.
It was on purpose of course; Andy knew that he was too big for the room, knew full well that in just a moment’s time he’d find himself a foot or two larger than before. He knew the whole manor would be falling down on him before the hour was over (far before, in fact), so why not enjoy it? Why not throw himself fully into the growth, the size-based self-indulgence, the sensations that came with literally outgrowing a large rec room that had once been so wide that he genuinely wondered whether he had splurged out too much on it? “Too much,” he thought to himself, such an absurd notion in his current state; to think, that at any point he considered anything he did as excessive, rather than the purest manifestation of a divine entity waiting for a chance to burst forth and show the world what it was capable of.
To think that he had once denied his own deific nature, to think that he had once looked upon his entourage of dozens of followers and thought of them as nothing more than temporary guests, rather the hard nucleus of what would eventually be a globe-spanning religious movement, one that would elevate both him and everyone else to the heights of divine splendour… though perhaps a bit more literally in the latter’s case. It was true that they would come with him, but that was hardly for him to decide; if anyone wanted to try out their luck by hanging onto his body as he outgrew everything, he wouldn’t say no, but he wouldn’t waste any time helping anyone either.
As he broke free from the room at long last, the one thing on his mind was the certainty that, if anyone wanted to test their mettle, they were free to do so, but only those who truly put their all into it would be permitted to experience him as he would be in his full glory. Through everything, through the crumbling walls, the collapsing ceiling, the terrified yelping as the whole structure came crashing down on them, they were to hold on and never let go; if they could do that much, if they could sink their fingers into Andy’s hardening flesh and manage to hold onto it even through what could be considered a patently ridiculous set of trials, then they’d be worthy of being closest to him. If they failed… well, there were plenty of other supplicants in the house, and as soon as he broke free from it, plenty more in the rest of the world, just waiting to be lifted up in rapture upon seeing the fox god in all of his glory.
Granted, there were probably more respectable ways of presenting himself to the world than exploding out of his home, flailing somewhat as he struggled to get all the debris off of him; his manor was quite large (or had been, at least), and even with his body’s growth accelerating as the little ones atop him became increasingly more fervent in their worship, there was no way around the sheer amount of construction materials that had to be pulverized before he was ready to stomp on down the hills, towards the city center barely ten minutes away. Even from his position, lying down and just barely heaving himself upwards with one arm on the ground, he could see it: the city’s skyline, haloed by the light of the setting sun, promising so many more souls for the furnace, so many little ones whose lives could be finely tuned to devote themselves fully to him, himself, and absolutely nothing else.
It hardly mattered to him that he had a multitude of worshippers already clambering onto him, many of whom were covered by piles of rubble that were bigger than they were; as soon as Andy figured out where his new center of gravity was, and as soon as he recalibrated his mind to be able to withstand the sight of his own body, he was ready to take on whatever may come. Sure, he was left slightly dazed and confused when he saw the ground beneath him drift away at speeds he’d never experienced before; even as a god, he assumed that one’s first experience with being massive in general would inevitably leave one grasping at straws for any kind of frame of reference. But as soon as he was accustomed to it, as soon as the initial impact wore off and Andy could fully take in everything that was happening, he couldn’t help but grin.
There he was, over a hundred feet tall, covered head to toe in resplendent, near-supernaturally silken fur, his form immaculate and unmarred by even the smallest of scratches, even after breaking free from within a large mansion; sculpted and chiseled to perfection, no ounce of mass in any place that it shouldn’t be, all he had to do was flex slightly for his entire body to tense up and reveal a musculature that, truly, only a god could sport. His was a physical avatar designed to overwhelm on pure sight alone, while still being capable of effortlessly bending the hardest of steels without so much as breaking a sweat; his was a frame that could walk miles in but a fraction of the time that others would take, not a single word spoken, as the sounds emanating from his mere act of existing were more than enough to alert everyone for miles around that he was coming for them, that the world’s newest fox god had ascended… and he demanded worship.
It was no longer a case of wanting it, nor even one of desiring it. As Andy grew larger, as every step he took infused him with yet more power as a result of the golden idol channelling all the worship thrown his way into extra mass, he came to understand something: what he had, he had because he deserved it. He was a deity, and as one, supplication and devotion weren’t something he should want, they were something he should expect; those around him owed him their worship, for what else were they meant to do when confronted with perfection given form? And it was precisely this certainty, this sense that what he was doing was fundamentally right, that drove Andy further; perhaps, if he were still his older self, he might’ve objected to the idea of treating the world as his personal playground, but that was just that: his older self. One that was long-dead, buried underneath an avalanche of divinity, one that had been subsumed into the new Andrew, the new vulpine overlord of that world, never to return… as it should be.
Andy stopped, looking out at what he recognized as his domain. A whole world, ready for the taking, filled with billions of souls all clamoring for something decent to worship. None of the old deities, whose presumed existence was felt only through suspiciously hard to explain miracles, but rather a new one, one whose very form and presence was felt very directly on the physical plane of existence. Why bother turning to something that may exist when one had evidence of something that did? That, at least, was Andy’s own logic, and given the amount of cars speeding towards him, having left the city the moment they saw him emerge from his manor, most likely everyone else’s as well. And, just like before, things had fallen into place, all without having had to lift a finger more than he had to.
As it should be. | yiff-extreme |
Title: El Secreto de Tora: No hay esfuerzo que no valga. by Mastertuki
Tags: Bunny, Gay Relationships, Gryphon, Human, Lizard, M/M, Orca, Spanish Language, Tiger, Wolf
**For admin: I only changed the Text Format in this Edition. ^\_^**
**EL SECRETO DE TORA**
**Capítulo 11: No hay esfuerzo que no valga.**
**Advertencia: Para comprender esta historia, hay que leerse los capítulos anteriores. No es que sean una joya que digamos, pero lo que cuenta es la intención, ¿no?**
**Advertencia II: Esta historia relata un amor homosexual entre un tigre antropomorfo y un humano mestizo, si no te pone a tono: a) Pasa la historia b) Léelo y sufre un poco, aunque tampoco es que lo haya escrito con todo el detalle del mundo c) Quéjate, pero tampoco sirve porque al fin y al cabo esta historia es Yiff a cachos y la temática está dedicada a lo M/M d) Mira a ver como responde tu cuerpo y si algo se levanta... Quizás tengas que salir del armario. ;)**
Ese sueño le había vuelto a atormentar otra vez, aunque ciertamente, se iba haciendo cara vez mas claro. Era como ir quitando una piel a una naranja, lentamente, de tal forma que su interior era mas visible, con la diferencia que una naranja no era tan desagradable como lo eran esos malditos recuerdos.
Ni tan siquiera había salido la luz, pero le daba exactamente igual. Al contrario, así no haría falta ver lo que para él se había convertido en una especie de estigma, en una horrorosa pesadilla que no tenía ningún tipo de solución, algo con lo que cargaría el resto de su vida. Le habían jodido bastante, pero no había vuelta atrás.
Se llevó una de las zarpas a los ojos, cubriéndolos, con ganas de hundirse en la mayor de las oscuridades, pero eso no iba a ser posible. Un día mas, tendría que afrontar la cruda realidad, algo que no le resultaba nada fácil. Daba igual que viviera en una época donde los antropomorfos eran la especie dominante, le daba exactamente lo mismo. Él quería volver a ser él, y ahí se acababa la situación.
Se sacó la sábana de encima, y se incorporó nuevamente. Se quedó sentado un buen rato, mirándose las escamosas zarpas, a la vez que agitaba con cuidado la gruesa cola y siseaba un poco. Como odiaba tener esa forma, y de eso hacía ya dos meses, pero tenía que acostumbrarse, quisiera o no.
Se levantó, y observó la oscura habitación. Su cama estaba en una esquina, justo debajo de una ventana. Al lado, tenía el ordenador mismo. En la pared contraria a la de la cama, había una puerta, y la que era contraria a la de la mesa, había un armario empotrado. El lagarto Lizarman, de escamas verdes, fisonomía corporal normal y corriente, se dirigió hacia el mueble y lo abrió, sacando una camiseta negra con capucha gris, unos pantalones, y unos calzoncillos. Desde su transformación que su madre y él habían tenido que comprarle toda la ropa de nuevo.
En cuanto se puso la ropa nueva, se dirigió hacia el ordenador encendido, y activó la pantalla. Nada, el chat continuaba nuevamente en blanco respecto al tema que él buscaba, lo cual le molestaba bastante. A pesar de que sabía que no podía hacer nada por adoptar su antiguo aspecto, sí quería encontrar al culpable de todo aquello.
*"Que sigan hablando de lo que quieran. Si no es de lo mio, paso."*
Dejó el chat abierto, y salió de la habitación, bajando inmediatamente las escaleras para dirigirse al comedor. No había nadie, y de hecho, la oscuridad continuaba siendo la misma. Tanto mejor, así no soportaría al verse.
Como odiaba... Como odiaba...
¿Porqué a él?
\-¿Estas despierto a estas horas?
El lagarto ni siquiera se giró; tampoco es que le hiciera falta. En la casa oscura solo podían vivir dos personas: Su madre y él, así que no era necesario averiguar quien le estaba hablando en esos momentos.
\-Ya sabes lo poco que duermo des de entonces.
\-Sí, lo sé muy bien. Los primeros días me diste una auténtica lata. -pronto apareció su madre al lado suyo, con la bata blanca puesta y el pelo negro completamente desmoronado. Ciertamente era una humana normal y corriente, con sus cuarenta y tres años, de ojos verdes, y una gran paciencia en su cuerpo. -Pero al menos ahora ya no te subes por las paredes literalmente. En fin, nos ha llamado tu padre.
\-Bien.
Lizarman no hizo otra cosa que empezar a andar en dirección a uno de los muebles de la cocina, y lo abrió, sacando de él un bol. Luego se dirigió a la nevera, de donde sacó una botella de leche, y se sirvió un poco.
\-¿No vas a preguntarme que era lo que quería? -preguntó su madre.
\-¿Para? De mí no quiere nada, si es lo que prefieres que adivine. -argumentó mientras cogía unos cuantos cereales y se ponía en la leche. De repente sintió como la caja se le quedaba pegado en la zarpa, y acabó siseando fuertemente. ¡Como odiaba que le ocurriera eso!
\-Déjame que te ayude...
Y ahí estaba otra vez su madre, la única persona que le había apoyado desde que regresó a casa. Con cuidado, se lo desenganchó, y la depositó otra vez encima de la nevera. Luego, le tocó con cuidado la cabeza al lagarto, medio sonriente.
\-Aún me pregunto de donde sacaste tanta paciencia conmigo...
\-Bueno... ¿Eres mi hijo, no?
Lizarman agachó la cabeza con cuidado, sus ojos amarillentos postrados en el mueble, procurando mantener las lágrimas. Sí, era cierto, y por esa misma razón su padre no lo era, ni mucho menos, el padre que hubiera deseado. Le despreció en el momento en que volvió a casa, hecho un desastre, completamente cambiado... Su madre le había aceptado por igual, acogiendo de paso los miles de cambios que habría que llevar en la casa. Y habían sido varios, demasiados para alistarlos todos.
Una leve vibración en su nuca le hizo regresar al presente y volverse rápidamente. Su madre, nuevamente, se había pinchado sin querer con una de las puas que tenía detrás, y suspiró levemente. Ese era el problema de su nueva forma, que había que tener mucho cuidado con él.
\-Mamá... Lo...
\-No tienes que decirme lo siento. Me hubiera pinchado igual con un alfiler. -argumentó su madre, mientras realizaba el movimiento instintivo de curarse con la saliva. Sí, vale, podría haberse pinchado igualmente con un alfiler, pero menudo fastídio.
Dejó el bol a medio comer encima del mueble, y empezó a andar en dirección a su dormitorio, arrastrando la cola por el suelo, mientras subía las escaleras pesadamente. Otra vez, un engorroso y fastidio de día, menudo asco.
Allá, se dignó al menos a coger su mochila, y se la puso en un costado, dirigiendose luego a la cama, y sentandose allí, mientras se quedaba pensativo.
¿Quien era Leon?
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La luz del sol comenzó a iluminar de nuevo la persiana de la habitación de Tora, cuyas ranuras trazaron lineas que se reflejaron por todos los lados de la habitación, y poco a poco, fueron iluminando el rostro de los dos enamorados. Echados en la cama del tigre se encontraban ambos durmiendo como ángeles, descansando de una dura aventura que seguramente jamás olvidarían y que, sin lugar a dudas, les había dejado unas cuantas cicatrices. Sobretodo a Bryce, que las tenía físicas por el disparo que recibió.
Tora, que tenía un brazo encima del cuerpo de Bryce, atrayendo hacia su pecho desnudo, notando como su pelaje tocaba la espalda del muchacho, también desnuda y vendada, comenzó a desvelarse un poco, agitando suavemente una cola que se movió ligeramente por debajo de las sabanas y que luego se quedó quieta, con el miedo de despertar al chico si se agitaba demasiado. Tardaba bastante en desperezarse, así que volvió a cerrar los ojos, y se durmió de nuevo.
Pero no por mucho tiempo.
Esta vez no tuvo otro remedio: El despertador se había dispuesto a no dejarle ni un segundo mas de sueño, así que con cuidado de no hacer daño al chico, se giró y golpeó el aparato, que cayó al suelo cesando su sonoro ruido. El tigre cogió aire y en la habitación se hizo un profundo silencio, donde la respiración pausada de Bryce era presente. Sonriendo al ver que no había problema, el tigre se fué incorporando lentamente, llevándose una zarpa a la frente. Maldita sea, estaba completamente agotado, tenía todos los músculos doloridos. ¿Como narices iba a ir a la universidad en el estado en el que se encontraba? Era imposible.
Miró al chico un momento, y sonrió para sus adentros, acercándose con cuidado para no despertarlo. Apoyado en un brazo, pasó una zarpa por el perfil del chico, con cuidado, con mimo, sintiendo cada una de sus respiraciones suaves y seguidas. Su presencia, su mera presencia, llenaba el corazón del tigre de nuevo. Después de casi un mes sin él, volvía a tenerlo, y esta vez, iba a ser para siempre.
Y de repente, volvió a despertarse.
La primera razón de ello, el pensamiento que le había hecho regresar a la realidad había sido sin duda la presencia del despertador. Y la segunda razón había sido la presencia de las persianas. Respiraba con dificultad, angustiado, y algo empapado a decir verdad. No había sido una pesadilla, pero soñar aquella escena le había asustado bastante.
Miró de repente a su lado, y en cuanto localizó a Bryce, se calmó poco a poco. Este dormía plácidamente, o eso parecía, con el torso desnudo y con una mano en el costado donde llevaba puesta una especie de venda. Recordó al instante el disparo que recibió hacía ya un mes, lo que implicaba que debía sacársela a ver que tal estaba.
Un mes en el clan.
En el momento en que Leon se fue, Tora había cogido a Bryce y se lo había llevado, junto a Uros, hasta la mansión del clan, donde le atendieron perfectamente (Incluso mas rápido que un hospital, quizás). Desde entonces, que Bryce había tenido que residir en una cama, reposando, con mucha paciencia. Y aquello no había ayudado demasiado a su relación. El chico, harto de no poderse mover, le había pedido que por favor le dejara en paz; aquella noche había sido un intento de arreglar las cosas. Lo había hecho de incógnito, metiéndose en su habitación y durmiendo con él.
\-¿Que? ¿Has dormido a gusto?
La voz oscura del muchacho le puso los pelos de punta, mientras que todo su cuerpo echaba a temblar de forma asombrosa. Le había descubierto, algo que era bastante peligroso, porqué quizás, aquello sentenciaba para siempre su relación. Observó con cuidado como el chico procuraba girarse para verle mejor, y cual fue su sorpresa cuando le vio... Sonriendo.
\-Al menos podrías... No se, haberme violado. -comentó Bryce por lo bajo, a lo que el tigre echó a reir.
\-Quizás, pero ya sabes que no soy capaz de ir tan lejos sin tu permiso...
Mas calmado, se acercó cuidadosamente a él, a cuatro patas, y se agachó encima de él, besándolo suavemente en la boca, haciendo eterno sus sentimientos. Notó como Bryce le pasaba las manos por ambos hombros, mientras le seguía el juego, y en el momento en que se separaron, se miraron el uno al otro.
\-Oye... Siento mucho... Todo lo que te he hecho pasar... De veras... Lo siento. -mencionó Bryce, algo disgustado. -Creo que... He sido demasiado injusto contigo. Solo estaba...
\-Cabreado, y en parte lo entiendo. -se salió de encima de Bryce, y se echó a su lado, boca abajo, mientras dejaba que el muchacho le hiciera, con una mano, masajes en el cuello. -Pero es normal... Tu no eres de los que se están quietos precisaaaa... ahhhh... Mhhh... Sí, ahí, ahí... Me duele bastante...
Bryce sonrió al ver como el tigre se había perdido en sus propias palabras ante la sensación que le proporcionaba con el masaje en el cuello, moviendo ligeramente los dedos sobre el pelaje del tigre, apretando ligeramente para sentir los tensos músculos del antropomorfo. Se puso boca arriba, y miró hacia el techo, pensativo.
Contrario al sueño de Tora, ambos se encontraban en una habitación completamente de madera, con una ventana redonda, cubierta de una tela azul impermeable. Enfrente de la cama, había un pequeño mueble, y a la derecha de Bryce, una cajonera de madera. Cerró los ojos suavemente, mientras se perdía en el silencio cosechado entre ellos dos.
\-¿Te duele la herida? -le preguntó el tigre.
\-No, ya casi no... Voy a quitarme la venda, a ver como me ha quedado.
El muchacho se incorporó, y Tora abrió los ojos para verle desde donde se encontraba echado. Con cuidado, desplazó sus manos hasta el nudo de la venda, y se la desabrochó con cuidado. Recordó lo mal que lo pasó cuando tuvieron que extraerle la bala, pero de aquello había sido ya un mes. Con el tiempo se habían molestado en curarle de vez en cuando, aunque no llamaron ni una sola vez a un hospital. Poco a poco, se fué sacando el vendaje, hasta que dejó su cuerpo al descubierto. Donde antes le habían dado el tiro, ahora solo había una cicatriz.
\-Te recuperas bastante rápido.
\-Eso veo. Supongo que será por lo que soy.
Se produjeron unos segundos de silencio, en los cuales ninguno de los dos cruzó una mirada con el otro. Desde aquella noche con el percance de Leon, que no habían vuelto a tocar nunca el tema.
\-Bryce, escucha. -dijo el tigre al final, mientras se incorporaba y se sentaba al lado suyo, poniendo sus ojos rasgados en los de Bryce. -Lo he estado pensando y... Te mereces saberlo todo. Asó que cuando quieras...
\-Cuando quiera nada, Tora.
\-¿Como?
\-Mira, Tora, yo también lo estuve pensando y... -desplazó una mano hacia una de las zarpas del tigre, posandose suavemente sobre el pelaje que cubría esta. -Y he decidido que no me tienes que contar nada. Buscaré... Otra forma de recuperar la memoria, pero debo hacerlo yo mismo. Si me cuentas cosas, para mí será como si me contaras la vida de otra persona, y con eso no ganaremos nada.
El tigre se sorprendió ante las palabras del muchacho, y luego agachó la vista, algo decepcionado ante el comentario de su compañero. Tanto tiempo rompiéndose la cabeza, y al final resultaba que el tio no quería saber nada. Bryce, al ver como el tigre agachaba levemente las orejas, procuró animarle:
\-Oye, ¡¡Ni se te ocurra dejarme solo ahora!! No todo está solucionado...
\-Ya lo sé... Leon sigue vivo...
\-No me refiero a eso, Tora.
\-¿Que... Que quieres decir con eso?
El tigre se había quedado mirando a Bryce algo asustado ante lo comentado, y este, al verlo con esa reacción, abrió la boca para enseñarle lo que no se esperaba el otro: Los colmillos le habían crecido. Ya cuando llegó los tenía algo largos, cualidad que junto con el resto le daban el aspecto de lo que en parte era:Un lobo. Pero con aquello quizás dudarían de su humanidad. Cerró la boca, y se llevó una mano a los labios, apartando el rostro.
\-Y duele... -mencionó Bryce. -Es como... Si las pastillas ya no hicieran efecto.
\-¿Cuantas te quedan?
\-Unas seis... Pero hasta ahora me las enviaban los de los Doreis desde la central. Ignoro de donde las conseguían, pero... Si me quedo sin ellas, tengo miedo... De que algo raro me pase.
Notó de repente unos brazos que le rodeaban fuertemente, y sonrió, apoyando la cabeza en el torso de Tora, sintiéndose protegido. No sabía porqué, pero incluso con todo lo ocurrido, cada vez que Tora le abrazaba, la sensación de protección le venía de nuevo.
\-Tu no te preocupes... Antes de que se te acaben las pastillas, encontraremos la solución, mi lobito.
\-¿Mi lobito? -Bryce estalló en carcajadas.
\-¿He dicho yo eso? ¡¡No!!
\-¡¡Si que lo has dicho!! -comentó Bryce entre risas. -¡¡Has dicho "mi lobito"!! ¡¡Te he oido!! ¡¡Yo no soy un cachorro!!
\-¡¡Pues lo pareces a veces, enano!!
¡Y venga una pelea de sábanas, enredándose el uno con el otro. Al final, otra vez como antes, Bryce intentaba vencer las defensas de brazos de Tora, que le evitaban tanto como podía. De repente Tora notó una mano que pasaba por el estomago, y en cuanto se despistó, Bryce se lanzó a morderle cariñoso la oreja. Tora se reía al notarlo, y luego, se sorprendió al ver que el chico se separaba y se ponía encima suyo, mirándole a los ojos.
\-Creo... Que eso ya te lo hice una vez... -mencionó el chico, mas tranquilo.
\-Si... Cuando lo hicimos en la entrada... Menudos lugares elegimos tu y yo...
\-Quizás es porqué a ninguno de los dos le gusta la cama.
Fue en un par de segundos cuando volvieron otra vez a fundirse en un largo y profundo beso. La cadena de activación de instintos de Bryce empezaba a hacerse cada vez mas evidente, pero aún así, a Tora le asustaba bastante la idea: Si el chico recuperaba sus instintos lobunos pero no sus recuerdos ni su cuerpo, lo mas probable es que acabaría volviéndose loco, por no decir que a la gente le parecería un poco extraño a un chico que se lame una herida... Eso lo hacía él, ahora que lo pensaba.
\-Bryce... -dijo el tigre, separándose del muchacho. -Si te notaras algo raro... Procura avisarme. De lo que sea. Procuraré ayudarte lo que pueda, ¿Entendido? -le mencionó. -Tu tranquilo.
Antes de que el chico pudiera decir nada, la puerta de la habitación de abrió de repente, con una imagen conocida: Ane, la coneja. La antropomorfa de orejas grandes y pelaje blanco iba con una plataforma que contenía en su interior un bol de barro con algo caliente dentro. Entraba contenta, pero de repente, al ver a Bryce y al tigre echados uno encima del otro, lanzó una exclamación y su expresión facial cambió de repente.
\-¡¡Oh, cielos! ¡Acabo de ver dos mundos!
\-¡No, no tranquila, Ane, no estábamos haciendo nada! -argumentó el chico mientras salía de encima de su novio, que se incorporaba deprisa. Ane continuaba mirándoles a ambos, de arriba a abajo, y al final, exclamó:
\-Lástima que seas homosexual, Tora... -mencionó Ane. -Si no, serías mi caramelo favorito.
\-Deja de decir burradas, tonta. -refunfuñó el tigre, sentándose en el borde y llevándose una zarpa a la frente, mientras cerraba sus ojos felinos y se tocaba el bigote. -Y si no fuera homosexual, te aseguro que no dejaría que me metieras mano.
\-Bueno... Los tigres en celo se dejan hacer cualquier cosa si se les machaca mucho... -soltó la coneja mientras se acercaba a Bryce y le daba la comida. -Toma. Es ramén de pollo, que sabemos que ha acabado gustándote.
\-¡Y tanto que me gusta! ¡Muchas grácias, Ane! -exclamó el chico. Su cara de apetito remarcó aún mas sus faciones lobunas, mientras cogía el bol y empezaba a beberlo. Luego se detuvo un poco, y se limpió los labios con el brazo. -Está buenísimo.
\-Me alegro de que te guste... ¿Que tal la herida?
\-Ah, bien... Muy bien... No tengo ningún problema. Mira.
Dejó la bandeja a un lado, y salió de la cama, levantándose. Se movió ligeramente, y luego, dió un par de saltos, pero al segundo, cayó al suelo algo dolorido, lo que hizo que de repente tuviera a Tora encima otra vez.
\-¿¿Estas bien, Bryce, estas bien??
\-Si, tranquilo... -dijo Bryce calmado. -Me he animado demasiado, no pasa nada, ¿Vale?
Pero en la ciudad, si que pasaba.
El lagarto no se había imaginado nunca que Soccho, la águila hembra, estaría esperándole en la calle, delante de la puerta de su casa, con la espalda apoyada en una farola. Lloviendo como estaba, no entendía como es que su "compañera" estuviera allí, en la calle, mojándose sin un maldito paraguas. En teoría él tendría que salir con uno, pero como que constiparse no podía demasiado. Se acercó con cuidado, lo suficiente para que soccho le mirara un momento y luego sonriera con los ojos.
\-¿Que tal estas, Lizar? -le preguntó mientras se incorporaba. Su plumaje era completamente negro, con algunas manchas rojas en las alas, y llevaba atada en un lado de la cintura una bolsa, igual que Lizar con la suya.
\-¿Que carajo haces en la calle? ¡Te vas a destrozar el plumaje! -exclamó el lagarto.
\-Ah, bueno... Tranquilo... Llevo días sin poder volar. Llevamos un mes de lluvias... Este mundo da asco...
\-Y según dicen en internet, las vamos a continuar teniendo en los próximos días... Que raro este tipo de cambios ambientales... Y esa sensación tan extraña...
Ambos se cruzaron con la mirada un momento, y luego, iniciaron el camino en dirección a la escuela. Por unos instantes, no se dijeron nada el uno al otro, pensativos.
\-Tu lo notas también, ¿Verdad? -comentó Lizar.
\-Si... Los rumores corren muy deprisa, y eso que los profesores intentaron que nada saliera de la escuela. -continuó la águila.
\-Ya... ¿Cuantos llevan desaparecidos ya?
\-Unos cuatro... Dos humanos, y dos antropomorfos. Esto es ilógico. -mencionó, moviendo las alas. -¿Que hace la policía? ¿Porqué no cierra la universidad?
\-Supongo que como tiene dinero, pues no pueden hacerlo. -explicó Lizar. -Ya se que es una cuestión de moral, no material, pero es muy fácil. Corrompes a la seguridad nacional, y haces como si no pasara nada.
\-¿Y los padres que dejan que sus hijos continúen ahí?
\-Soccho... Todos somos mayores de dieciocho años, allí. Cada uno se espabila. ¿Que haces tu ahí, por ejemplo? ¿Porqué no te has ido, igual que ha hecho el resto?
\-Lo haría, pero... -de pronto se mostró algo alterada, y continuó. -Ese dinero me costó conseguir, Lizar. ¡No puedo dejar el curso así como así!
\-Pues como tu, hay muchas personas que siguen exac... ta..l.
Y en la inmensidad de la lluvia, otro mas que no llevaba paraguas alguno, dejándose mojar por el clima que en aquellos momentos azotaba la ciudad. Esta vez, la figura, derecha en una esquina, liba vestida con un traje negro, alargado, y con una capucha en la cabeza. A la condición de su cola podía asegurar que se trataba de un lobo. ¿O era una loba?
Su sombra se alargaba hasta cubrir las plantas rojizas que cubrían el jardín de uno de los hogares que poblaban la calle. Ni siquiera se inmutaba, ni se movia, el viento moviéndose en contra de ellos, agitando levemente la ropa mojada de aquella figura desconocida y totalmente extraña para ellos. Si el color azul parecía extraño, el hecho de estar ahí plantado sin movimiento alguno ya rompía todos los esquemas posibles.
Quizás fue por instinto, pero Lizar decidió acercarse un poco para procurar saber quien era. Una parte de él, pero, se negaba en redondo: lo mejor era un terrorista y se estaba metiendo donde no le llamaban, pero lo mas probable es que fuera alguien que necesitara ayuda. Además, con Soccho al lado suyo, no tenía miedo.
\-Perdone... -dijo mientras alargaba una garra hasta el hombro de la chaqueta. -¿Le ocurre algo?
Y no tardó demasiado en averiguar quien era. Su posible hipótesi sobre algún terrorista desapareció de repente al ver quien era: Una loba que poseía unos ojos verdes, con un pelaje de color marron medio negrizo a copos, como si alguien la hubiera hecho brillos del color de la oscuridad. Su morro era algo achatado, y no podía averiguar nada mas, puesto que el resto de su cuerpo estaba completamente ocultado por la ropa. Miraba a Lizar como dubitativa.
\-Es que... Yo... Me he perdido...
\-Vaya... Debe de ser una estrangera. -argumentó Soccho, acercándose mas y mirando a la loba. -Dígame, ¿Hacia donde se dirigía?
\-Hacia la... Universidad. -argumentó la hembra. -A buscar a mi hijo... Pero... Este lugar me es desconocido.
\-Vaya... Debe de ir en nuestra universidad, lo mas probable. -aclaró la águila dirigiéndose a Lizar. -Será mejor que la acompañemos.
\-Esta bien... Ah, veamos... Ella es Socchos, y yo soy... esto... Lizar. -se presentó, sorprendiéndose como de repente la loba sonreía suavemente.
\-Me alegro. Mi nombre es Rikai, encantada de conoceros, y disculpad las molestias, jóvenes aprendices.
*"¿Jovenes aprendices?"* -en ese momento a Lizar le descuadró la forma que tenía de hablar la extraña, pero decidió no hacer objeciones. Era extranjera, ¿No? Seguramente se debía a eso. Se pusieron uno a cada lado de la extrangera, y entre los dos, fueron trazando camino hacia la Universidad. En ningún momento la mujer parecía querer decir nada, y de hecho, no lo hizo hasta que llegaron al edificio.
\-¿Es este? -preguntó la loba, mirando seriamente la estructura grisácea.
\-Si... Ahora está algo apagado, los días de lluvia no animan a los alumnos pero... Sí, esta es nuestra universidad. Y seguramente la de su hijo, aunque me extraña. -explicó el Aguila, lo que hizo que la loba la mirara de forma interrogativa.
\-¿Por?
\-Porqué... Digamos que de lobos quedan muy pocos. -mencionó Soccho. -Cuando el alumno Bryce desapareció, muchos lobos dejaron el lugar.
Y no se sabe si fué la lluvia, o quizás es que le sentó mal el desayuno. Fuera como fuera, a Soccho se le encogió el corazón en cuanto vio la cara de disgusto que llevaba la loba encima.
\-¿Para mi?
\-Claro que sí.
Bryce dudaba aún que la caja de madera que le ofrecía Uros fuera para él, sobretodo con las escrituras japonesas de todos los tigres que formaban el clan. Para muchos era una caja verde, para él era azul, por su daltonismo, mas que nada. El césped del jardín en el que se encontraban, trasero a la casa, sin ventanas ni nadie que pudiera observarlo al no ser que estuviera dentro a causa de estar cercado también por grandes paredes, se agitó un poco por el viento, y el muchacho hizo un movimiento instintivo para ponerse el pelo en su lugar. Miró al lobo que tenía delante, y luego, cogió la caja, sentándose en el suelo. El mismo gesto fué el que realizó Uros, aunque con una posición mas propia de la raza.
Luego, las ansias de saber que había dentro se apoderaron de él. Con cuidado, trató de abrir la caja, y en cuanto sacó la tapa, miró el interior, dejando una expresión de sorpresa en su cara.
Allí dentro, enrollado de tal forma que parecía una bola de pelo, había un pequeño zorro blanquecino, con un pelaje extenso, mas grande que su mano, quizás medía dos palmos. La criatura parecía tan pequeña, por eso, que daban ganas de cogerlo y achucharlo.
\-Es... Precioso...
Y en ese momento, las orejas del zorro se agitaron levemente. Bryce observó como el pequeño abría los ojos levemente, y empezaba a levantarse, bostezando con cuidado, y desperazandose un poco. Tenía un rostro algo diferente, como el de un zorro de verdad, pero... Parecía incluso mas infantil. El pequeño abrió luego de repente los ojos, y miró a su alrededor, para mas tarde, abrirlos completamente.
\-Aiba... Mioko se ha dormido.
Y ahí le rompió.
Bryce se apartó de repente al oirlo hablar, llevándose una mano al pecho, e incluso tembló un poco en cuanto vió como el animal apoyaba las patas en el borde para asomar la cabeza y mirarle sorprendido. De repente saltó de la caja, cayendo al suelo, y se acercó poco a poco, a cuatro patas, hasta que finalmente le husmeó la mano llena de vello. Luego le miró, y se echó a reir.
\-¡¡Yupi!! ¡¡Mioko tiene Semu!! ¡¡Mioko está contento!!
\-¡¡¿¿Pero si habla??!! -exclamó Bryce al final. Luego miró a Uros, que parecía tan tranquilo, y le dijo: -¡¡Uros, este zorro habla!!
\-Ya lo sé, es normal. Es un Miosorento, al fin y al cabo.
\-¿Un... Que...?
Y de repente se acordó de lo que dijo Tora en su momento, cuando le mostró al Pelz. Entre los antropomorfos y los animales de verdad, parecía ser que existía una categoria intermedia, de origen, al menos para él, desconocido. Ahora entendía el aspecto tan extraño de aquel animal: No era un zorro enteramente. Le acercó la mano a la nuca, y en cuanto vió que podía tocarlo sin que le mordiera, sonrió.
\-Pero... Es un ser vivo... No podeis usarlo como regalo.
\-Y no es un regalo. -aclaró el lobo. -Lo encontramos en el bosque, lo mas probable es que perdiera a su manada, y decidimos que quizás podrías cuidarlo tu, aunque debes de tener cuidado... Son muy... hiperactivos.
Y antes de que pudiera reaccionar, Bryce ya tenía a Mioko correteando a su alrededor sin parar. Contento, echó a correr tras él para pillarlo, pero el zorro no se dejó capturar tan fácilmente, echando a correr hacia otros lares del jardín.
\-¡¡Será posible, espera a que te coja!! -exclamó Bryce ofendido. Y al cabo de unos segundos, ya estaban ambos corriendo de un lado a otro sin parar apenas. Uros se reía viéndolos tan felices, y se alegró de que el muchacho tuviera una capacidad tan grande de recuperación. De repente se sorprendió al ver como el híbrido capturaba al zorro tan deprisa, y se quedaban ambos tendidos en el suelo. El zorro parecía sorprendido de haber sido cogido tan deprisa, y miraba a bryce sin saber que hacer. -Te tengo. -dijo Bryce.
\-Jo... Mioko ha perdido...
\-Exacto. Y como has perdido... veamos... ¡Ah, ya sé! -lo cogió con ambas manos, y se lo puso encima de la cabeza. -A partir de ahora tendrás que estar en mi cabeza todo el día, ¿Vale?
\-¡¡Chiii!! ¡¡A Mioko le gusta!! -exclamó de repente, riéndose. Si, definitivamente aquella criatura era lo mas infantil que podía haber personificado. Bryce le acompañó con su propia risa, mientras trazaba el camino de nuevo hacia Uros, que los miraba divertido con los brazos cruzados.
\-Veo que os habéis hecho muy amigos. -dijo el lobo.
\-¡¡Si!! -exclamaron los dos de repente, y volvieron a reír de nuevo. -Sí, es un encanto. Cuidaré de él, tenlo por seguro. -mencionó Bryce.
\-Me alegro de que sea así. Veo que tienes muy buena mano con los pequeños.
\-Bueno... Es que cuando era un Dorei... También tenía que tener paciencia con ellos.
Y de repente un recuerdo se le cruzó por la mente. Hasta ahora, siempre se había hecho la idea de que había nacido prácticamente para ser Dorei Gakusei, pero... Ahora que sabía aquello, aquellos recuerdos no eran completamente ciertos.
\-Dorei... Así que estuviste como Dorei... -mencionó Uros. -Oye, Bryce... ¿Has logrado recordar algo de mí?
\-No... Lo he intentado, pero no... Me resultas familiar, por eso... Quizás por eso me caes bien...
\-Ya...
Las palabras de Bryce le hicieron bastante daño, y el chico se quedó sin saber apenas que hacer. Animar a Tora era fácil, le tenía siempre a su lado. Animar a Uros... Eso era muchísimo mas dificil.
\-Bryce... -empezó el lobo de nuevo, mirándole seriamente. -Oye... ¿Y como va eso de los Doreis?
\-Bueno... es algo dificil de explicar... Veamos. Se trata de gente que tiene que servir, y prácticamente todos son humanos. -mencionó. -Hay tres lineas: La Kioiku, que digamos que es la mas afortunada porque te saca de los lugares donde te meten muy deprisa, y se divide entre los Doreis Gakuseis, y los Sensei. Algunos de los humanos que van en la Universidad de Tora son Doreis Senseis. Los Gakuseis son los que se encargan de hacer las faenas de casa de los estudiantes, y los Senseis, de los profesores. Yo era un Gakusei.
\-Interesante... Continua.
\-Bien, había otra linea. Creo que era la Otona, y tenía a los Doreis Seiteku, y a los Doreis Ugoku. Y finalmente, tenemos a la línea Binijesuman, de los que solo se conocen a los Kijiyo. Los únicos que se mueven en realidad de un lado al otro del mundo son los Gakuseis.
\-Vaya... ¿Y Tora te reconoció así como así?
\-Pues no me lo ha explicado... Cuando le ví por primera vez, no me era nada familiar. Fue al día siguiente que se comportó de forma extraña conmigo y... Entonces me dí cuenta... Que me sentía atraído por él. Fue cuando Tora estaba en celo, así que supongo que en ese momento iba algo encendido conmigo.
\-De Tora me lo espero. Siempre ha ido encendido cuando está en celo. -se rió el lobo. -¿Y que? ¿Ya habeis tenido relación seria?
\-Hace tiempo.
Se produjo un silencio absoluto, en el cual solo Bryce mantenía una sonrisa de orgullo al recordar la experiencia.
\-¡¡¿¿Te lo has montado con Tora??!! -exclamó de repente el lobo.
\-Sí, y a decir verdad, me gustaría repetir. Ambos lo pasamos fenomenal... Aquella vez fué quizás un accidente, aunque queríamos reconocer nuestra relación de una maldita vez. -admitió sonriente. -La próxima vez, quiero que sea a conciencia... Uros... ¿Y esa cara?
Una cara de tristeza. Uros parecía fastidiado ante el comentario del muchacho, quizás incluso lo había deprimido un poco y todo, intención que no fue causada a conciencia por Bryce, que parecía algo sorprendido.
\-Uros...
\-No pasa nada... Es que... Uff... Si tu y Tora estáis íntimamente relacionados, ya solo quedo yo.
\-¿Tu? ¿Para que?
\-¡Para tener una relación séria, para eso! ¡Pero soy incapaz, maldita sea!
\-¿Incapaz? -Bryce se rió ante el comentario de Uros, y se acercó un poco a él, apoyando la mano en su hombro peludo. -Así que hay alguien ya, ¿no?
\-Si... Pero... No me atrevo... De hecho, creo que ni me conoce.
\-Uy... Cita a ciegas, eso fastidia bastante. Pues mira, por haberme ayudado a conocer a Mioko, te ayudaré a tí.
\-¿Que?
\-Pues eso, que me lleves hasta ella.
Uros fué a protestar, pero en cuanto vio a Bryce cogiendo la caja de madera y la tapa, decidió no decirle nada. En esos momentos era cuando se notaba que el muchacho iba en serio y que nada iba a sacarle la idea de la cabeza. Bryce se incorporó, y pasando un brazo por encima de los hombros del lobo, se lo llevó lentamente hacia la entrada, sin resistencia alguna por parte de Uros, que parecía incapaz de decirle nada. En un principio tendría que ser él el que fuera a conocerla, pero reconocía también que necesitaba un pequeño empujón para ello.
Lizar salió del despacho del secretario, llevándose una garra a la escamosa cabeza, completamente disgustado. Definitivamente, sacarse el título de traductor iba a ser bastante difícil, y no muchos lo lograban. Hasta ahora, los obstáculos que se había encontrado habían sido bastante fáciles, pero desde que había vuelto que se le había complicado la cosa. Aunque al hacer el cambio de nombre había podido conservar sus estudios, necesitaban una prueba para confirmarlos.
Tenía que traducir una obra del humano Shakespeare del inglés al japonés, cosa fina. Y no podía recurrir a una traducción ya hecha porque desde las batallas que los libros humanos habían desaparecido prácticamente del mapa, y solo se editaban los mismos a cuenta gotas y en su idioma original.
Se dirigió con paso lento hacia la biblioteca, pasando por un par de pasillos completamente vacios y llenos de armarios que esperaban que sus alumnos vinieran a recoger sus mochilas. Tenía un mes para traducir aquel libro, y no es que tuviera demasiadas ganas, pero si quería vivir en un futuro próximo, ya podía espabilarse. Se animó como si nada, y a paso rápido, fué hasta la habitación llena de libros para pedir el suyo.
\-No lo tenemos.
\-¿Y cuando... os llegará? -preguntó Lizar a la bibliotecaria, una dragona rojiza, con los párpados anaranjados, y bastante rellenita. Sus cuernos, redondeados, se inclinaban hacia adelante, y sus alas eran como dos extensiones de su piel que se estiraban por voluntad propia, alejándose de un cuerpo bastante rechoncho. La bibliotecaria, llamada Ky?kasho (O eso parecía, por lo que decía su tarjeta de visita que llevaba colgada en su camisa azul) le miraba sorprendida.
\-Lo mas probable es que tengamos que encargarlo y que nos tarde bastante.
\-Ya... Grácias...
Tendría que recurrir a Internet otra vez. Asintiendo con la cabeza, se dió la vuelta, y salió de aquel lugar, tomando camino hacia la salida de la universidad. Allí no tenía nada mas que hacer, puesto que ya había sido informado al respecto de su ejercicio final. Ahora tendría que ponerlo en práctica.
Lo primero que hizo en cuanto llegó a casa fue ir a su habitación. Su madre no estaba,así que no era de extrañar que no se hubiera molestado en preguntar. En cuanto se sentó delante del portatil, revisó el chat, pero nadie había dicho nada acerca del tema que buscaba. Cerró la ventana al final, cansado, y empezó a buscar el libro que le habían pedido al inglés.
\-Venga... Vamos... Vamos... Perfecto.
Ni siquiera miró a ver si era el archivo original. Ahora mismo para él, el tiempo era oro, así que cogió el link que obtenía, y le dio a imprimir directamente. Al instante, los leds de su impresora láser empezaron a parpadear, y rápidamente la máquina empezó a expulsar hojas escritas. Cogió una de ellas, y la revisó bien... Si, no había duda, era ese.
\-Primer obstáculo salvado.
Mientras se imprimía, salió de la habitación, y se dirigió al comedor, un espacio abierto y rectangular. Habían muebles al lado de la puerta y en la pared que había a su derecha. Al fondo, debajo de las ventanas cubiertas con cortinas, había un par de sofás, y en el centro, una mesa de madera. Se dirigió a uno de los muebles de la derecha, y lo abrió, sacando de allí una billetera roja. La abrió para ver si tenía dinero suficiente para una comida en el bar, y luego, se la guardó en el bolsillo del pantalón, y se fue de nuevo a su habitación.
Tendría que ir al bar, pedir una enorme ensalada, y leerse el libro de arriba a abajo para saber bien de que iba. Luego, tendría que señalar las palabras que no se acordaba... En definitiva, tendría que elaborar un rigoroso proyecto que le llevaría bastante tiempo.
En cuanto acabó de imprimir, cogió las hojas, las metió dentro de una carpeta, y apagó el portatil y la impresora. Luego se detuvo un momento, pensativo, y mas tarde, dejando la mente en blanco.
¿Para que corría?
Ciertamente, estaba tan cabreado que parecía que inconscientemente se había propuesto acabar antes de tiempo, y eso era precisamente lo que seguramente los profesores buscaban: Una metedura de pata. Miró la carpeta un momento, y finalmente, la dejó encima de la impresora, dejando el trabajo para mas tarde. No obstante, la idea de ir al bar a tomar algo y relajarse un poco seguía sin sacársela de la cabeza, por lo que una sonrisa asomó el morro del lagarto.
A decir verdad, no era la idea de relajarse, si no la idea de hambre. Desde que había hecho el cambio, cada vez que pensaba en un plato de lechuga... Se le hacía la boca agua. Habían veces que los instintos le podían mas, y esos momentos los odiaba profundamente.
Cerró la puerta detrás de él, y bajó las escaleras, en dirección hacia la entrada. Ahora que lo pensaba, ¿Cuantas veces había bajado esas escaleras como humano? Cientos de veces, pero siendo sinceros, no era lo mismo bajarlos como lagarto, era mucho mas incomodo.
Salió por la puerta, y la lluvia volvió a mojarle. Ahora que se acordaba, había entrado empapado en casa... Aquella noche tendría bronca en su casa, fijo. Quizás debería volver y limpiar un poco el piso... Ya lo haría luego. Podría comer en el bar, fregar la casa, e incluso quizás luego podría dedicarse un poco a traducir.
Con esa idea en mente, comenzó a caminar en dirección hacia el restaurante. A medida que lo hacía, otra vez se le hacía la boca agua, por lo que tuvo que reprimir la idea pensando en otra cosa. Controlar el lado animal era bastante difícil, y por primera vez entendía algo.
Entendía porque los antropomorfos a veces envidiaban a los humanos.
Ciertamente, al menos para él, era imposible convivir con eso. Era imposible ser racional del todo si ante ciertos estímulos una parte de él reaccionaba de una forma poco... "Educada". Y aún no le había cogido la época de celo, entonces ya alucinaría en colores.
*"Esto es un asco... ¿Como se puede vivir así?"*
Vivía en un mundo gris, apagado, y sin vida, con seres que no se hablaban los unos a los otros por miedo quizás a descontrolarse. Se notaba aprisionado, ahogado, sin ganas de hacer nada. Ahora, por primera vez, comprendía como iban las cosas, y por esa misma razón, deseaba ser mas humano... Como lo era antes.
Entró en el restaurante en cuanto llegó, y observó el lugar con atención.. La gente hablaba en voz alta, de tal forma que el ambiente era estridente. Se fué hasta la barra, y esperó a que la dependienta, una zorra, le atendiera en cuanto acabara con el que tenía delante suyo. En cuanto pudo, pidió una ensalada doble, y cuando se la sirvieron, pagó lo debido, y se fué hasta el piso de arriba.
Allí, el ambiente era mas relajado, tal como se temía (Seguramente por el cartel de "No gritar" colgado bien grande en una de las columnas) lo cual no le alteraba tanto. Buscó una mesa vacía, y aunque al principio le pareció imposible, pronto la encontró: al lado de otra donde había una orca y un grifo hablando entre ellos. Se fué hasta allí y se sentó, preparándose para comerse la ensalada.
\-¡Que hambre tengo! -dijo contento.
Lo bueno que tenía con ser un lagarto es que cuando tenía hambre, disfrutaba aún mas de la comida, y cuando la tenía en el estomago, se sentía completamente lleno y a gusto. Realmente, a eso no le hacía nada de ascos., así que se preparó a darle buena cuenta, saboreando a placer.
\-Ya tio, pero te aseguro que no es normal, la forma en que actua Baka... Y tu siempre protegiendo.
\-Ya, pero... Ufff... No se, me da lástima.
Aquellas dos simples frases le absorbieron por completo, parando oído al resto de la conversación, procedente de la mesa donde se encontraban la orca y el grifo. Ambos eran bastante altos, y con los cuerpos bien formados, por lo que tenían tipo de jugar al baloncesto.
\-Creo que deberíamos llevarlo a un médico, Shinke, en serio. -decía la Orca. -No es por nada, pero realmente empiezo a pensar que Baka tiene algún problema... no se... Como que está... algo...
\-¿Loco?
Esa palabra no fue lo que realmente asustó al lagarto, si no mas bien la forma con la que se había dicho. Miró de reojo la escena, contemplando a un grifo que se levantaba de repente, mirando con aquellos ojos de cazador a la orca, cabreado, y luego dejando a un lado la silla y dirigiéndose hacia la escalera, dejando ahí la comida. El lagarto observó como el grifo desaparecía, con intención quizás de no volver, y luego miró de nuevo a la orca, que parecía ahora algo deprimida.
\-Sh, sh!
\-¿?
La orca miró un momento al lagarto, extrañado, y este, con la cabeza agachada, le susurró:
\-Pasa de él, se lo pensará dos veces y volverá.
\-Ya. Lo hace siempre. -argumentó el otro. -Son típicas rabietas de un niño, en fin... Me tocará otra vez comer solo.
\-Pues... Vente aquí, no tengo problema, yo también estoy comiendo solo.
\-¿En serio?
\-Sí, no me importa.
La orca miró un momento los alrededores, y luego, cogió su bandeja y se dirigió hasta la mesa de Lizar, sentándose enfrente suyo. El plato de la orca estaba lleno de comida variada: Un poco de pasta, verdura, carne, y condimentado con un vaso de coca-cola.
\-Muchas gracias por la invitación. -dijo. -A propósito, me llamo Odayaka. -se presentó.
\-Yo soy Lizar...
\-¿Lizar? Tu eres el que vino hace dos meses para acabar sus estudios, ¿no? -acertó Odayaka, mientras pillaba un poco de pasta. -¿Que te parece la Universidad?
\-Bien... No está mal, aunque no me relaciono con nadie. -dijo el lagarto. -Odayaka... ¿Tu eres la estrella de baloncesto del equipo de Volume?
\-Sí... Pero los dejé. Demasiada fama, y a mi me agobia bastante, aunque hace poco que volví otra vez. -explicó Odayaka. -Dentro de poco firmaré un contrato, y en cuanto acabe con los estudios, volveré a jugar con el equipo con el que me crié.
\-Vaya... Oye... Y ese compañero tuyo... ¿Que le ha ocurrido?
Tardó bastante en recibir una respuesta, puesto que Odayaka continuó comiendo un poco, quizás para meditar bien la respuesta.
\-Digamos que ambos tenemos un amigo en común. -Odayaka se limpió un poco el morro y prosiguió: -Se llama Baka, pero siempre anda... Como desconectado del mundo. Nunca se da cuenta de lo que hace y de hecho, no se le puede confiar un secreto. Parece un niño pequeño. Al principio pensé que lo hacía de broma pero... La cosa es seria.
\-¿por?
\-El otro día Shinke le pidió agua y se la trajo... Cogida del videt del vater. -al decir eso hizo una cara de asco, y mas tarde, continuó. -A él no le hizo ninguna gracia, y a mí menos. Empiezo a pensar que ese oso está enfermo de la cabeza... Pero no se porqué ese grifo no quiere hacerme caso. Ni que fuera un pariente cercano o algo parecido.
\-Quizás es que al ser un buen amigo le sabe mal que el resto se meta. También ocurre. -explicó Lizar mientras comía un poco de ensalada. -A veces hace daño y ofende un poco...
\-Ya... Oye, ¿Está buena esa ensalada? -le preguntó, señalándola con la cabeza.
\-Ah, ¿Esta? Bueno, sí, supongo... ¿Por?
La orca negó con la cabeza.
\-La última vez que traje aquí a Tora, sufrió un corte de digestión de narices. Pidió que no le pusieran vinagre, y le pusieron el doble. Ya se sabe... El estomago de un tigre no es que esté preparado para según que cosas.
\-Tora...
\-Sí, quizás le conozcas. Era parte del equipo de los Fire Fasters antes de que nos separáramos. -explicó. -Es un tigre, y está enrollado actualmente con un humano que... a decir verdad... hace tiempo del que no se nada...
Odayaka se apoyó en el respaldero, y se metió una mano en el bolsillo del pantalón, sacando un móvil azulado. Lo abrió, miró un momento las teclas, y finalmente, marcó una série de números, llevándoselo después a lo que parecía ser su oído.
\-Mierda... *"No puede realizar esta llamada porque no está disponible en la modalidad de su móbil."* -imitó, haciendo carotas. Lizar se rió un poco, quizás la primera vez que se reía en los dos meses que llevaba ahí. -Te lo juro, estos móviles son un asco.
\-Llama desde una cabina, ¿no?
\-Desde las cabinas no se pueden llamar a móviles. Norma del gobierno oriental. -explicó Odayaka mientras colgaba el móvil. -En fin, tendré que esperar a llegar a mi casa y poderles llamar.
\-¿Por motivos de seguridad?
\-¿No lo sabes? -Odayaka volvió a mirar a los alrededores, y luego, apartó su bandeja, inclinando su cabeza hacia la mesa mientras miraba a Lizar seriamente, y haciendo que su aleta dorsal se alzara. -Han desaparecido tantos niños que están haciendo mas compleja la red de llamadas. -explicó, entre susurro. -Para llamar a un fijo debes de hacerlo desde otro fijo, y para llamar a un mobil, debes de llamar desde otro mobil. Para llamadas exteriores a tu ciudad, debes pedírselo a la operadora. Han recibido muchas críticas.
Lizar se quedó parado al escuchar la noticia de Odayaka. Sabía que los niños estaban desapareciendo, pero no tenía ni idea que el gobierno hubiera decidido tomar esas medidas. El lagarto siseó un poco, y se encogió de hombros.
\-¿Se les ha ido la olla o que?
\-Que va. Han pinchado las lineas, así les es mas fácil controlar el tráfico telefónico. -explico la orca mientras se alzaba otra vez, apoyando un codo en la mesa. -Si un día oyes un ruido extraño mientras hablas por el teléfono de tu casa, que sepas que es que lo han pinchado.
Lizar fue a responder algo, pero en ese mismo momento, escuchó el sonido de una rádio. Tras él había alguien que parecía estar jugando con una rádio. Paró oído atento en cuanto escuchó el mensaje de una interlocutora, que a pesar de parecer interesante, no lograba relacionarlo con nada.
*//... Si, Charlie, el ataque ha sido hace tan solo cinco minutos. La señora está bien, pero la calle Nekoro ha quedado prácticamente bloqueada, siendo el número 76 la mas afectada por ser el núcleo principal de este atentado que...*
Número 76. Calle Nekoro. Lizar logró relacionar esos datos con los de su casa. ¿Un atentado? ¿Una señora? Lizar notó como si cientos de hormigas corrieran por sus extremidades hasta su cabeza, mientras su expresión facial cambiaba a una mueca de miedo que aterrorizó hasta Odayaka.
\-¿Ocurre algo? -la preguntó esta, pero no obtuvo respuesta. El lagarto se levantó de repente y se dio la vuelta, en dirección hacia las escaleras, tirando por el suelo la mesa con la comida por culpa de la cola. Odayaka, al ver lo alterado que estaba, echó a correr tras él, dejando la comida tirada por el suelo. Ambos salieron del restaurante ipso facto, uno siguiendo al otro.
*"No tiene lógica. ¿Mi casa? No puede ser, la de la rádio tiene que haberse equivocado. Es imposible... ¿Porqué a mi casa? ¿Porqué a mí?"*
Ambos corrían sin parar, esquivando a la gente, con empujones también, dicho sea de paso. Esquivaban obstáculo, barreras para coches, motos, lo que fuera. Incluso se opusieron al tráfico jugando se la vida al cruzar en rojo en medio de la calle. Odayaka perseguía a Lizar porqué, después de ver la cara que había puesto, se temía algo malo. Y Lizar también, en cuanto empezó a ver una humareda salir tras los árboles de un parque.
En cuanto torció la esquina, se detuvo de repente al visualizar unas vallas bloquear la calle. Estaba completamente llena de policías, y el humo no procedía de otro lugar que de su propia casa, donde había, además, una congregación de ambulancias y bomberos. Asustado, agitó la cola furtivamente, y empezó a correr por encima de los coches policía haciendo uso de su habilidad de trepar por las paredes, esquivando a los que querían detenerle (Odayaka no tuvo la misma suerte) hasta llegar a las ambulancias.
\--¿Que ha ocurrido aquí? ¿Que le ha pasado a... mi... ca... sa...?
O lo que quedaba de ella.
De repente, lo que en teoría era la parte superior de su casa había quedado reducida completamente a cenizas, y la parte de abajo estaba chamuscada en su mayor parte. Asustado, miró a todos aquellos que lo rodeaban, y nuevamente, a la casa. Su hogar, el hogar... Estaba... Quemado...
¿Pero porqué?
\-¡Lizar!
El lagarto se dió rápidamente la vuelta, sintiendo el abrazo de su madre llorando. Se quedó un rato sin saber que hacer, aún en estado de Shock, pero luego la rodeó con sus brazos escamosos, mirando de calmarla. Estaba temblando de miedo.
\-Tranquila, Mama... Estoy viendo...
\-Por un momento... Pensé que tu...
\-Tranquila... Sigo aquí. -murmuró, mirando de calmarla. -¿Que haces aquí? ¿No tendrías que estar trabajando?
Su madre no se molestó en responder, y Lizar prefirió no forzarla a ello. La gente de su alrededor se movía desenfocada, borrosa, como si todo ocurriera a cámara lenta, y a él, le entró una punzada de dolor.
\-Disculpa...
Lizar alzó la mirada para encontrarse cara a cara con otro lagarto, esta vez hembra, vestida de enfermera, y agarrando a su madre por los costados cariñosamente. A Lizar le costó un poco, pero al final, comprendió que era mejor dejar a manos de los médicos su estado mental, y la hizo una carantoña en la mejilla, soltándola luego. Con la mirada, tenue, compasiva, conectó con su madre para que esta al final se dejara llevar por la especialista. Observó con cuidado, con cariño, como esta se alejaba lentamente de él, sin perderle de vista, como si fuera lo único de lo cual dependía su vida. (Y de hecho, era así en parte), hasta que al final, la enfermera la obligó a mirar hacia delante, lo que hizo que perdieran el contacto.
Lizar suspiró, aún con el dolor en el pecho, y se volvió ligeramente, tragando saliva. Durante la vuelta, pudo ver como Odayaka se iba acercando poco a poco, algo cabreado, hasta él.
\-Joder... No me dejaban pasar... -murmuró Odayaka en cuanto se acercó. -Pero bueno, ya estoy aquí... Joder.... -eso fué lo que soltó en cuanto vió la casa, y soltó un sonido propio de una orca. -Esto... ¿Es tu casa?
\-Lo era. -rectificó Lizar mientras se acercaba pesadamente hacia el buzón, arrastrando la cola. -Pero ahora... Ahora... No se donde vamos a vivir... No podemos reconstruir la casa, no tenemos dinero para ellos... No se lo que vamos a hacer...
Acarició con cuidado la caja de metal donde se guardaban las cartas, mirándolo sin saber realmente que mirar. Se fijó de repente en algo: Una carta. ¿Como podía haber una carta ahí? Su madre normalmente era la que las recogía todas al salir, ¿Como era posible, entonces? ¿Es que se le había olvidado? Tocó la puertecilla, abriéndola, e introdució la zarpa, sacando de ella una nota doblada. En cuanto la vio, vislumbrada al sol, miró un momento a Odayaka, y luego, se apresuró a desdoblara:
*"Por mucho que tu madre te borre del registro, te encontraré allá donde estés.*
*Eres mi títere, no lo olvides. Espero que este escape de gas te haya servido de lección."*
Un escape de gas. Por eso habían dicho que se trataba de un ataque terrorista, por la explosión que se habría producido a la hora de prender fuego.
\-Lizar... -empezó a decir Odayaka.
\-No hables. -dijo. -No quiero que nadie hable... Esto es una mierda...
Y cayó de rodillas, completamente destrozado.
Se acercaban. Ane se estaba acercando a Uros. Este se giraba, la miraba. Unos momentos de tremendo silencio, causados por la lejanía en la que se encontraba Bryce. Ellos dos hablaban, Ane sonreía, luego se ponía seria, como dudando, y luego, volvía a sonreír. La posición de las orejas de Uros le permitía saber en todo momento como se encontraba de ánimo: Primero triste, luego alegre, finalmente triste otra vez, y luego, excitado. Al final, ella se alejaba, y él esperaba ahí, a que Ane desapareciera del mapa, para enfocar su vista a la ventana donde Bryce se encontraba asomado, a varios metros de altura, haciéndole un gesto positivo con la zarpa.
\-¿Ayudando a abrir corazones? -preguntó una voz familiar, la del tigre, detrás de él. Bryce se giró, mirandole cara a cara, sonriente. Él alegre, el otro... Parecía enfadado. Su rostro restaba sereno, pero sus ojos amarillentos, con las pupilas rasgadas, parecían destilar rábia y dolor. De hecho, solo hacía falta ver como tenía las zarpas: Con las uñas retráctiles sacadas. Se alegró de que Mioko no estuviera allí ahora: Se había largado a jugar a alguna parte.
\-Supongo que además de abrirlos, tendré que... -pasó un dedo por el pecho del tigre, poniéndose sério. -Curar los que parecen heridos... No insistas mas, Tora... Tu padre está muerto.
Un mes, un mes llevaba desde que buscaba a su padre, sin anuncio alguno. Estaba muerto, pero Tora, incapaz de admitirlo, no paraba de buscarlo una y otra vez, a la esperanza de encontrarle algún día y cantarle las cuarenta.
\-No puede ser, Bryce. -explicó. -No puede ser que mi padre esté muerto si me llamó dos veces, o mas. Y me estuvo pagando el alquiler, ¿Recuerdas?
\-Tora, tranquilo, cálmate. -dijo, llevando las manos a los brazos del tigre, sintiendo los músculos tensos de este. -En este estado no lograrás nada, ¿Entendido? -le explicó, acariciándole los brazos. Notó como poco a poco, este escondía las garras, relajándose, y sonrió al ver que su método funcionaba.
\-No se como lo haces, pero siempre logras la reacción que quieres de mí.
\-Bueno... Será porque soy tu novio, ¿no? -dijo, pasando la yema de los dedos cuidadosamente por encima del pecho del tigre, haciendo que el pelaje de este se erizara un poco. -Oye... Estaba pensando que... Después de estos dos meses... Bueno... Me gustó mucho lo que hicimos en la entrada. -le explicó, mirándole a los ojos, sonriente. -Pero aquello lo hicimos prácticamente por instinto, y pensé que si nos poníamos en serio quizás nos divertiríamos mas... ¿Te apetece?
Observó a Tora un rato, que mantenía una suave sonrisa en la cara, y empezó a inclinar levemente la espalda, hasta que llegó a sus labios. Los lamió con mucho cuidado, y luego, intentó que Bryce le siguiera la trabeta, besando suavemente. No tardó en ver como el muchacho respondía calmado al trato, dejandose llevar en un beso coordinado, cariñoso, lleno de pasión. Y en ese beso, como crios, se notaban las ganas del otro por querer jugar juntos de nuevo otra vez.
\-En el bosque hay una cueva oculta... En ella podemos gritar todo lo que queramos sin que nos oigan... Bueno, en mi caso rugir... ¿Te apuntas?
Bryce le tocó la nariz un momento, sonriente, y al instante, ambos ya se habían cogido de la mano, corriendo el uno con el otro hacia las escaleras. Comenzaron a bajarlas, en dirección al enorme portalón de la entrada, e ignorando a los guardias que los vieron, salieron juntos entre risas y carcajadas. A diferencia de algunos, lo suyo era mas bien por diversión. Les gustaba experimentar, ver las reacciones del otro, y sobretodo, ver si era lo suficiente para sentir el amor del contrario.
Estuvieron un rato corriendo entre los árboles del bosque, acercándose cada vez mas a una clariana. Allí, Tora le llevó hasta una pared llena de enredaderas, y se detuvo delante de ellas, viendo como la expresión de Bryce cambiaba de estar contento a estar extrañado.
\-Antes de que digas nada... Mira...
Con una zarpa, apartó suavemente las enredaderas, dejando lugar a un pequeño hueco donde podía pasar una persona agachada. Tora fué delante, a cuatro patas, y Bryce le siguió detrás de él, manchándose toda la ropa. La verdad es que tampoco le importaba, porque dentro de un rato acabaría completamente sucio todo su cuerpo.
En cuanto salió y se incorporó, se dió cuenta de lo que Tora se refería: Se trataba de una sala un poco grande, lo suficiente para que los dos se movieran con naturalidad. En el techo, había un agujero donde entraba un rayo de luz, suficiente para ellos dos, pero por mucho que hicieran ruido, nadie les podía oir ahí. Tenían toda la libertad que quisieran, y aquello les emocionaba.
Bryce se colocó encima del rayo, alzando los brazos, y sonriendo por la luz que le iluminaba. Tenían total libertad, podían hacer lo que quisieran, una novedad nunca vista antes. Notó una presencia tras él, la del tigre, que se había quedado también mirando la luz durante un rato.
Luego, notó algo húmedo pasar por su cabello, un momento rápido, pero decisivo. No se movió apenas, y de repente, volvió a sentir otra cosa húmeda pasar por su cabello. Unas zarpas fuertes, proveídas de unos musculosos brazos, comenzaron a pasar por sus hombros, acariciándolos suavemente, relajandole completamente. Pronto sintió el aliento de Tora pasar por su cabello, y en un momento trazó la idea de lo que estaba ocurriendo: El tigre, nuevamente, le estaba lamiendo. No le importaba, al contrario, le hacía bastante gracia, sobretodo en el momento en que empezó a descender, lamiendole la mejilla, y mas tarde el cuello. Las zarpas continuaban haciéndole un masaje en los hombros, y finalmente, comenzaron a descender, lentamente, dejando notar el cuerpo del chico debajo de ellas. Su morro descendió suavemente por su cuello, oliéndolo al principio, haciendo reir al chico después y, ya de paso, sonreír a él. Como le encantaban esos momentos tan íntimos.
El chico apoyó la cabeza en el pecho del tigre, respirando pausadamente, sintiendo los latidos del corazón de este, el calor de un cuerpo que se iba encendiendo por momentos. Sintió como las zarpas iban descendiendo hasta llegar a su estómago, donde se detuvieron un buen rato, como dudando, aunque a él no le importó. Ya solo así se encontraba de maravilla. Luego, el camino de estas continuó de nuevo, bajando sin piedad alguna, pero sin acelerar. En cuanto pudo, comenzó a mordisquear la tierna oreja del tigre, y este ronroneó un poco mientras sus zarpas se detenían por un momento en la cintura del chico. Su intención era clara y segura: Desatar los pantalones y quitárselos, pero no quería ir tan rápido. Al contrario, quería experimentar algo nuevo y descarado, dicho sea de paso.
Subió un poco una de las zarpas, y con mucho cuidado, la internó por dentro del pantalón, con mucho mimo y cariño, a la idea de no lastimar a Bryce si de repente se sentía incómodo. No encontró, en un principio, ninguna otra prenda de ropa, puesto que en el clan suyo no se usaban calzoncillos, así que el híbrido se había vestido con lo que los tigres podían haberle ofrecido. Eso, por lo tanto, daba una clara idea de lo que se iba a encontrar y se encontró: Un extenso vello. Se detuvo un rato ahí y luego, continuó descendiendo la zarpa poco a poco, entrometiéndose en la zona privada del muchacho, aunque lentamente, cuidandose de cada una de las reacciones del muchacho, que parecía dejarse hacer lo que quisiera.
Viendo que no se oponía, realizó un ligero movimiento repetitivo sobre la zona privada, jugando para ver cual era el comportamiento del muchacho. Este se movió un poco al principio, y luego, sintiendo que le fallaban un poco las fuerzas, se agarró al tigre con cuidado, puesto que el pecho de este estaba tocando la espalda de Bryce. Lo segundo que contempló fué un ligero y largo suspiró por parte del chico, y finalmente, este continuó mordiendo la oreja al principio, y mas tarde, lamiendo el pelaje del cuello suavemente, a medida que notaba como el tigre se aprovechaba de él. A cada segundo que pasaba, notaba como la temperatura corporal iba subiendo lentamente, y sus orejas, como no, se iban poniendo cada vez mas rojas. Gimió un poco en cuanto Tora finalmente se paraba, recuperando sus fuerzas de nuevo.
La zarpa del tigre salió de donde se encontraba, suavemente, después de lograr su objetivo de encender al lobo, y entrometió las zarpas, suavemente, en el nudo del pantalón, desabrochando, y dejándolo caer. Prácticamente ya iba tal como el mundo le trajo, de tal forma que el contacto de su pecho con el cuerpo de este era incluso mas emocionante e íntimo.
Notó las manos del muchacho descender por su cintura a ciegas, hasta que finalmente, también parecía que había encontrado el nudo del pantalón. Se rió un poco al ver que prácticamente le iba a costar mucho mas desatar en esa posición, pero no se rindió en ningún momento. Lamiendo aún el cuello del tigre, continuó esforzándose, hasta que finalmente, el tigre estaba prácticamente en las mismas condiciones que él. En ese momento se dió la vuelta, librándose de las zarpas del tigre, y mirándole cara a cara, el úno con el otro, a la espera del próximo movimiento.
El chico inició entonces un recorrido de manos, sintiendo debajo de ellas toda la fuerza que el cuerpo del tigre emanaba, cada uno de sus músculos en tensión, listos para saltar en cualquier momento, la cola agitando de lado a lado, a la espera de lo que iba a ocurrir. El chico continuó bajando suavemente por los hombros del tigre, presionando suavemente las teclas adecuadas, pasando luego a su pecho, sintiendo bajo él el pelaje de aquel antropomorfo. Regresó de nuevo a los hombros, besando otra vez en la boca, enredando sus lenguas, y finalmente, se separó de él, acercándose a una pared y sentándose en ella, haciendo que el tigre le siguiera y se sentara a su lado, mirando ambos la luz que entraba.
\-Me apetecía mucho estar así otra vez. -mencionó Tora.
El silencio continuó un buen rato, hasta que un corto rugido proveniente del tigre lo rompió, a la vez que este alzaba la cabeza y cerraba los ojos. Las manos del chico se habían apoderado de su zona privada, y con sensibilidad y juego, iban jugando con ella. El tigre respiraba con ansiedad, con ganas, tragando saliva, a la vez que sentía como el muchacho, que le había engañado en parte, iba jugando con él, logrando lo que se proponía, seguramente como venganza. La sensación duró un rato, luego desapareció, y finalmente, se sintió relajado. Miró un momento a Bryce, y cruzó con él una suave mirada. Luego, este rompió el contacto, y comenzó lamer primero su cuello. Continuó así un bueno rato, hasta que finalmente, poco a poco, fue descendiendo ante la tenue mirada nublada de Tora.
Cuando llegó abajo de todo, repitió el mismo proceso con la zona privada del tigre, haciendo que este gruñera un poco, aunque no tuvo tiempo de protestar:Como el brillo de las estrellas, lo que veía era pequeño, pero instantáneo. Sus nervios no le engañaban, y parecía que a Bryce le divertía lo que estaba haciendo. Ciertamente, a él también le gustaba. Al fin y al cabo, la última vez había hecho lo mismo él con el chico. Sentía, sin embargo, como poco a poco se iba acercando a lo que parecía ser el punto culminante, y era incapaz ya de parar de lanzar rugidos cortos ante cada una de las sensaciones nuevas que iba notando.
Y de repente se paró.
Tora respiró tranquilo, alzando la mirada nuevamente, y abriendo los ojos. Notó como Bryce se separaba de aquella zona tan delicada para él, y aquello le hizo respirar tranquilo. Le miró de nuevo, y ambos se rieron un poco al ver al otro algo excitados nada mas empezar. Nada mas empezar porque, poco a poco, el tigre se iba acercando a él. Tenía ganas de sentirle, de sentir su cuerpo como la última vez, los dos abrazados el uno al otro, como si fueran los dos un libro que se tenía que abrir. El chico, retrocediendo, se fué echando poco a poco al suelo, notando como la sombra de Tora le iba cubriendo lentamente.
\-Como la última vez... -mencionó Bryce.
\-No... Esta vez va a ser diferente... Ya lo verás.
Tora se adelantó un poco, y luego, hizo un gesto extraño, como si fuera a sentarse encima de él, y de hecho, era lo que iba a hacer. Bryce notó una calidez suave, cariñosa, en su zona íntima, mientras Tora iba tomando un poco de comodidad al principio, y luego realizaba un movimiento rítmico. En ese momento, Bryce apretó las manos, intentando agarrarse a cualquier cosa, pero era absolutamente imposible: Allí solo había tierra húmeda, nada mas.
La voluntad de Bryce se iba hundiendo, sus intenciones de detenerse eran prácticamente imposibles. Era como volverse algo egoísta, y al mismo tiempo, le gustaba. Gimió un poco, mientras escuchaba los rugidos de un tigre que nuevamente disfrutaba de aquel juego. Esta vez, pero, no iba a aguantar tanto, quizás porque durante el juego, ambos habían llegado bastante lejos. Bryce notó de repente una oleada de placer, y gimió tanto como pudo, mientras notaba que el tigre no se iba a detener en ningún momento. El pobre seguía moviéndose, y como todo libro, llegó al final de su escritura. Un poderoso rugido, que hizo temblar las paredes, juntamente con una lluvia de estrellas, dio fin al juego.
Ambos estuvieron un rato sin habla, con falta de aliento, hasta que finalmente, el tigre tomó la decisión de liberar a Bryce. Salió de encima de él con cuidado de no dañarle, y algo agotado, se echó a su lado, intentando coger el aliento.
\-Al final... Hemos acabado sin hacerlo a conciencia... -dijo el tigre.
Y ambos se echaron a reír ante lo sucedido, olvidándose por un momento, de los problemas que les acaecían a ambos.
**Notas del Autor**
Dorei: Mayordomo
Gakusei: Estudiantes
Sensei: Profesores
Otona: Adulto
Seiteku: Estático
Ugoki: Deportivo
Binijesuman: Empresario
Soccho: Cariño
Rikai: Sincera.
Mioko: No tiene traducción.
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Title: Wieder mal Prügel! by Snakeman
Tags: Bear, Bondage, Cheetah, German Language, M/M, M/M/M, Raccoon, Scat, Wolf
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Wieder mal Prügel!
Hi! Bevor ich meine Geschichte erzähle, möchte ich mich erst mal vorstellen: Ich bin Benno aber meine Freunde nennen mich Bo, ich bin nen Anthro-Waschbär und nicht gerade beliebt deswegen. Man sagt dieser Rasse ja nach, Abfallfresser und Mülltonnen-Wühler zu sein, aber das ist nur ein Gerücht! Ich bin ganz normal.
Leider Denken nicht alle so. In der Schule habe ich deswegen ziemliche Probleme. Aber meine Freunde halten zu mir... es sind zwar nur zwei, aber dafür kann man sich auf sie felsenfest verlassen. Der eine ist das Stinktier AJ (welcher auch keinen guten Ruf genießt) und die andere ist Joi, eine Ponystute. Sie ist zwei Jahre jünger als wir, aber das macht mir nichts.
Aber da gibt's auch das genaue Gegenteil, und zwar so ne Gang, die von einem Wolf angeführt wird, den alle nur Tox nennen. Die andern beiden aus der Bande sind Kai, ein Gepard, und Boss, ein 2,30m großer Bär. Mit denen hatte ich nur Ärger. Sie waren 3 Klassen über mir und teilweise 4-5 Jahre älter.
Es war ein wunderschöner Mittwochnachmittag und die Schule war aus. „Endlich nach Hause, oder was meinst du Bo?" fragte Joi. „JA!" sagte ich und sprach weiter mit AJ was wir nachher noch unternehmen wollten. Wir verabschiedeten uns am Fahrradständer und ich machte mich auf den Heimweg. Natürlich kannte ich die Schleichwege in unserer Stadt, es war eine enorme Abkürzung diese Strecke zu fahren. Als ich in eine Seitengasse einbog und einen Müllcontainer passiere, schlug mir etwas so heftig ins Gesicht das ich vom Fahrrad stürzte und nur schwatz vor Augen hatte. „Na, wenn haben wir denn da?? Ist das nicht Booooo der Jammerlappen??!!" hörte ich im Unterbewusstsein eine Stimme. Ich merkte mit einem mal, wie mich mehrere kräftige Hände fest hielten. Ich konnte nix machen, dafür war ich noch zu benommen. Ich merkte auch, dass meine Handgelenke und Knöchel zusammen gebunden wurden. Dann lag ich da und versuchte zur Besinnung zu kommen. Als ich teilweise wieder sehen konnte, sah ich drei dunkele Gestalten. Ich wusste, es konnte nur Tox und seine Kollegen sein.. "Och, schaut euch an wie er da liegt" lästerten sie, „Wenn wir mit dir fertig sind, dann erkennt dich nicht mal deine Mutter wieder!" Jetzt bekam ich es wirklich mit der Angst zu tun. Ich wusste, in diesem Viertel stehen die meisten Häuser leer und es sind auch kaum Leute hier in der Nähe. Also wird Schreien mir nix nützen. Aber ich versuchte es denn noch, „Hilfe Hil...uff!!" Weiter kam ich nicht. Tox trat mir mit voller wucht in den Magen, mir wurde schlecht und schlieslich musste ich mich übergeben. Ich krümmte mich und jammerte vor Schmerzen. „Hier wird dich keiner so leicht hören und solltest du es noch mal versuchen werde ich dir den Arm brechen!" Tox stand nun direkt über mir, er zog Spucke von tief unten hoch und rotzte mir dann mitten ins Gesicht! Tox und die anderen lachten: „Du solltest nicht Waschbär sonder Drecksbär heißen!" Er holte aus dem Müllcontainer einen schimmeligen Apfel und hielt ihn mir vor die Schnauze. „Friss!! Oder du wirst bluten!!" Ich wollte nicht noch mehr schmerzen haben also öffnete ich mein Maul, er schob ihn mit Gewalt weit hinein... Ich musste würgen und versuchte es zu unter drücken. „Wenn du ihn wieder ausspuckst dann..." Er ballte die Faust und zeigte damit auf mich. Ich versuchte zu kauen und zu schlucken, dabei musste ich immer wieder den Würgreiz unterdrücken. Nachdem ich ziemlich viel von dem faulen Apfel gegessen hatte, packte mich Boss an den gefesselten Füßen und zog mich hoch, so dass ich auf dem Kopf stand. Tox stand mir nun gegenüber. Ich sah, wie er mit der rechten aus holte und sie mir mit Wucht wieder in den Magen rammte. Ich musste sofort kotzen und mir lief es die Lefzen und mein Gesicht hinunter bis es an meinen Ohren herunter tropfte. Die Welt drehte sich vor mir und mir wurde ganz langsam wieder schwarz vor Augen. „Boss las ihn los wir wollen doch, dass er bei uns bleibt!!" sagte Tox mit erheiterter Stimme. Hart schlug ich zu erst mit dem rücken auf den matschigen Boden auf, ich lag nun in meinem eigenen Erbrochen und versuchte irgendwie mich zu befreien. „Kai! Was ist denn mit dir los?" fragte Boss mit dumpfer Stimme, "Kannst du den Anblick nicht ertragen?" Kai sah nicht gut aus. Ihm war durch den Anblick auch schlecht geworden. „Ich kann nur die Kotze von diesem Bastart nicht riechen!" antwortete Kai mit leiser Stimme. „Dann zahle ihm es doch heim!" sagte Tox mit einem fiesen Unterton. Kai verstand und kam näher zu mir. Ich konnte mir schon denken was jetzt kommen würde und schon der Gedanke war ekelerregend. Kai stand nun vor mir und beugte sich über mich, dann musste er würgen. Der Geruch und der Anblick der Kotze lies es nicht anders zu. Ich bekam alles ab, über meine Hose, T-shirt und auch auf mein Gesicht... Aber die Schmerzen und die Tatsache, dass ich mich schon zweimal übergeben habe, ließen das Geschehen an mir vorüber gehen. Ich wollte weg, nur noch weg. Mein Magen schmerzte und ich fühlte mich elend. „Gut gemacht, Kai! Hoffe, dass es dir jetzt gleich wieder besser geht" sagte Tox. Ich fing an zu schluchzen und zu betteln, dass sie mich gehen lassen sollten. Ich wimmerte und kauerte mich zusammen auf den Boden. „Och, seht euch das an! Ist das nicht herzzerreißend?" meinte Tox und alle lachten. Tox verschwand kurz und kam mit einer Mülltonne wieder. Ich hoffte ins geheim, dass sie mich da nun reinstecken und dann verschwinden würden. „Los jetzt zum Finale!" rief Tox und die beiden anderen schauten sich grinsend an. „So wer will der erste sein...? Ok du darfst als erster Kai, weil es dir eben so schlecht ging." Boss packte mich und drückte mich mit dem Bauch auf die Tonne, er hielt mich fest, so dass ich mich nicht rühren konnte. Kai stand nun hinter mir. Ich begriff zuerst nicht, was das sollte, bis ich hörte wie Kai seinen Gürte und seine Hose öffnete. Boss packte meine und riss sie mit Gewalt herrunter. Kai packte meine Boxershorts und zog sie ebenfalls runter, dann wurde mein Schwanz von Boss hoch gehalten, so dass Kai meine Rosette sehen konnte. Kai meinte „Wenn du kein Waschbär wärst, würde mir das noch viel mehr Spaß machen!" Dann spürte ich seinen harten Penis an meiner Rosette, mit einem Ruck drang er ein ohne Rücksicht zu nehmen und ohne Gleitmittel. Der Schmerz lies mich aufschreien, doch dann packte Boss meine Schnauze und hielt sie zu... Ich konnte mich nicht mehr wehren und musste es über mich ergehen lassen. Die Widerhaken am Gepardenpenis scheuerten an dem Darmwänden und nach ein paar kurzen Stößen war sein Penis voller Blut. Es fühlte sich an, als ob ich von innen zerrissen würde. „Hoffentlich hat der Penner keine scheiß Krankheiten!" hechelte Kai den anderen zu „Ne, da sorgt doch seine liebe Mutter immer für. Wisst ihr doch wie sauber die immer ist!" sagte Tox „Und außerdem ist er doch noch Jungfrau! Wie soll er sich den da was geholt haben?!" Nach fünf Minuten war er dann soweit und spritzte in mir ab... es brannte wie Feuer und ich konnte den Schmerz kaum noch aushalten, am liebsten währe ich gestorben. Boss ließ kurz los, und ich stotterte: „ Bitte...bitte hört auf...ich kann nicht mehr...bringt mich jetzt um ...los tötet mich!!" „Aber ...aber, nicht so schnell wir sind ja noch gar nicht fertig!!" „Jetzt komme ich erst mal dran!" sagte Tox und kam zu Kai, der erschöpft keuchte und sich an eine Wand stützte. Boss hielt mir wieder die Schnauze zu und meinen Schwanz hoch. Tox stellte sich in Position und stieß so fest zu wie er nur konnte. Der Stechende schmerz der dann folgte lies alles schwarz werden und mir wurde schlagartig schlecht. Es lief mir zwischen den Lefzen raus, Boss merkte etwas und herrschte mich an: „Du Sau hast auf meine Hand gekotzt!" Dann bekam ich seine Faust ins Gesicht. Kurzzeitig spürte ich nix mehr und wusste auch nicht wo ich war, doch das dauerte nur wenige Sekunden an. Tox stieß immer noch fest in mich und Boss hielt wieder mein Maul zu und wischte seine Hand an mir ab. Tox Knoten schwoll in mir an und ich merkte wie er mich voll pumpte und wie sein Teil in mir fest steckte. Plötzlich stand Kai vor mir mit einer kleinen Blechdose voll Wasser, erst schüttete er mir ein wenig über die Schnauze und dann durfte ich auch meinen Mund damit ausspülen. Aber dann dachte ich nach und realisiere das es nicht aus Nettigkeit sein kann, ich spuckte es aus. In dem Moment sah ich das Boss seine Hose runter gelassen hatte und zu Kai sagte: „Danke, jetzt ist er wenigstens ein wenig sauberer." Tox steckte immer noch in mir und hechelte vor sich hin. Zum Glück schmerzte es nicht so wenn er still hielt. Dann musste ich mit ansehen wie Boss seinen Penis aus der Felltasche schob und ihn mir vor die Nase hielt. „Los, aufmachen oder es setzt was!" knurrte mich Boss an. Zögerlich öffnete ich mein Maul, doch dann riss Boss es mir mit den Händen auf und schob seinen halb erigierten Penis rein. „Los lutsch ihn oder willst du noch mehr Prügel?" Ich gehorchte und tat was er wollte! Es widerte mich an, aber ich hatte keine Wahl. Er stieß nun kräftig zu und sein Penis wurde von mal zu mal härter und länger. Bis er bei jedem Stoß einen Würgreiz auslöste. Er wurde immer heftige und packte meine Ohren um noch fester zu zustoßen zu können. Dann sagte er: „Ja du dreckige Sau von einem Waschbären ich komme gleich und du wirst alles schön schlucken, sonst breche ich dir den Kiefer!" Und dann kam er auch schon, es war eine erhebliche Menge und ich hatte Probleme zu schlucken. Dann zog er ihn wieder aus meinem Maul. „Das war gut!" Schnaufte er. Dann mit einem Ruck zog auch Tox seinen Penis aus mir, ich schrie auf weil der Knoten sich nur zur Hälfte zurückgebildet hatte und er mein Loch überdehnte. „Oh nein, jetzt habe ich scheiße von diesem Wichser an meinem Schwanz!!" schrie Tox. Er kam nach vorne, und hielt ihn mir vor die Schnauze. „Sauber machen aber zack zack!!" befahl er. Was blieb mir denn schon übrig! Ich streckte also meine Zunge aus und leckte über seinen halbsteifen Penis es schmeckte bitter und nicht gut. Aber ich leckte weiter bis er sauber war. Boss backte mich am Kragen und warf mich mit einer Bewegung von der Tonne auf den Boden. Meine Körper schmerzte, Meine Hände die noch immer auf dem Rücken gefesselt waren, meine Knöchel die auch immer noch zusammen gebunden waren. Meine Rosette und mein Unterleib, die am meisten von den Schmerzen betroffen waren und mein Mund und Rachen die durch das erbrechen und das Stoßen von Boss wund gerieben waren.
Ich lag nur da und bewegte mich nicht. Sie standen um mich herum und grinsten von oben auf mich herab. Alle hatten ihre Hosen noch offen und ich konnte ihre Hoden und Penisse von unten sehen. Kai tippelte leicht von einer auf die andere Seite. „Ich muss mal dringend!" sagte er in die Runde. „Ich glaube wir müsse alle mal meinst du nicht auch Boss?" meine Tox mit einem fiesen grinsen und schaute zu Boss, der darauf nur nickte. „Nein... bitte ...das könnte ihr doch nicht machen...!!" „Und ob wir das können!" meinte Tox und schaute mich ernst an. „Und du wirst mit machen, du wirst alles trinken was ich dir gebe! Du weist was sonst kommt!" Plötzlich wurde es feucht und warm auf meinem Bauch, ich musste mit ansehen wie Kai seinem Bedürfnis freien lauf lies. Kurz darauf lief auch aus Boss seinem Penis die goldene Flüssigkeit. Dann lies Tox auf alles laufen und pisste mir direkt ins Gesicht. „Los sauf es! sauf!" schrie er. Als ich nicht wollte und versuchte mein Kopf weg zu drehen, trat er mir in die flanke. Ich öffnete sofort mein Maul, eher um zu schreien als zu gehorchen. Aber ich konnte nicht schreien, der goldene Strahl traf sofort in mein Maul, so dass ich nicht anders konnte als zu schlucken. „Braver Junge, wenn du nur gleich gehört hättest dann müsste ich dich nicht immer bestrafen." sagte Tox mit ruhiger Stimme. Als alle fertig waren schaute Boss in die Runde und meinte,: „Der Pisser hat genug!!" „Und was ist mit seinem Geschenk?" Tox zwinkerte Boss an. „Ach ja, richtig das muss er ja noch haben!" „Wer will ihm denn seins zu erst geben?" mischte sich Kai mit ein. „Ich natürlich!" sagte Tox und grinste. „So du kleiner Waschbär, hör mir gut zu! Ich glaube du weist, was jetzt kommt oder?? Und ich hoffe es macht dir genau so viel Spaß wie mir!!" Tox lachte und die andern mussten auch lachen. Ich konnte mir nicht wirklich ausmalen was sie nun wieder vor hatten. Ich wusste nur, dass es nix Gutes sein wird! Kai holte aus seiner Hosentasche ein Stück Bindfaden oder eher ein kleines Seil. „Schnauze auf!" befahl Boss. Ich konnte nicht anders und öffnete, es waren zwei Schlaufen an beiden Seiten. Die eine legte er um meinen Unterkiefer und zog fest zu, so dass das Seil nicht mehr raus konnte. Dann richtete er mich auf und zog es zwischen meinen Beinen durch. Er spannte es über meinen Kopf und machte es an meinem Oberkiefer fest. Nun Konnte ich mein Maul nicht mehr schließen und musste es weit geöffnet lassen. Egal was nun kommen würde, ich könnte es nicht schließen. Boss ließ mich wieder zurück fallen. Tox zog wieder Spucke hoch und traf mir genau ins Maul. Weil ich auf dem Rücken lag konnte ich nicht anders als schlucken. „So jetzt bist du fällig!" Tox zog seine Hose ganz aus und legte sie über den Müllcontainer, die andern taten es ihm gleich. Dann stellte er sich breitbeinig über mich, und Boss hielt mich wieder fest. Als er sich dann hinkniete und mein Gesicht unter seiner buschigen Rute war, wusste ich mit mal was kommen würde. Ich zappelte und strampelte und versuchte mich zu befreien. Ich versuchte auch zu schreien nur mit weit offenem Maul geht das nicht gut. Tox griff meine Eier und quetschte sie leicht zusammen. Ich jaulte auf. „Hör gut zu, du wirst dich jetzt nicht mehr wehren sonst sind deine Eier matsch!" Dann drücke er (nicht meine Eier) er presste. Ich konnte sehen wie sich seine Rosette weitete und eine Braune cremige Wurst sein Loch verlies. Das Stück viel mir direkt in den Rachen und ich bekam einen Schluckreflex. Er drückte weiter und mehr und mehr kam aus ihm raus ich konnte nicht anders als zu schlucken. Als er fertig war sagte er:" ablecken aber alles!" Ich leckte so lange bis kein brauner fleck mehr zu sehen war. „So jetzt kannst du deinen spaß haben Kai!" Kai grinste und tauschte mit Tox die Position. Dann hob auch er seinen Schwanz an und fing an zu pressen. Nur bei ihm kam eine breiig gelbe Soße raus die mit ins Maul lief. Ich musste schlucken und schlucken, auf wenn ich hätte kotzen wollen währe das nicht möglich in der Lage und ich wollte auch keine Schläge oder Tritte mehr, also musste ich es tun. Es war zum Glück nicht viel, was mir der Gepard ins Maul gedrückt hatte. Dann viel mir mit schrecken ein, dass Boss ja noch da ist, der nun auch mit Kai die Plätze tauschte. Jetzt hielten mich Kai und Tox fest und Boss kniete sich über mich. Er schaute zu mir und grinste, dann fing er an... Sein Loch dehnte sich enorm und ich konnte sehen, dass es viel zu viel war, um es zu schlucken. Aber was sollte ich machen? Eine Riesen Wurst schob sich zwischen seinen Backen hindurch uns fiel in mein weit aufgerissenes Maul. Sie war fest und schlucken konnte ich so eine Größe nicht, also musste ich warten und konnte nix machen. Er schob mir noch weitere ins Maul bis es voll war dann rutschte er nach hinten und ich bekam es ins Gesicht und auf die Augen, die ich nun geschlossen hielt. Als er endlich fertig war merkte ich wie er (also Boss) meinen Unter- und Oberkiefer packte, und als einer das Seil durchschnitt, drückte er sie mit aller Kraft zusammen, so das ich keine Zeit hatte, etwas aus zu spucken. Dann banden sie mir die Schnauze zu. Ich konnte meine Augen auch nicht auf machen, weil ich sonst wahrscheinlich Scheiße hinein bekommen würde. Boss packte mich und schleifte mich hinter sich her. Ich merkte, wie ich mit einem Ruck auf etwas metallisches abgelegt wurde. Als dann der Motor startete, wusste ich, dass es die Ladefläche von Tox Pickup war. Ich wurde mit einer Plane zu gedeckt. Und dann fuhren wir los nach ca. 20 Minuten hielt er an und ich wurde wieder grob von Boss gepackt und ein ganzes Stück weit geworfen, ich schlug mit dem Kopf hart auf.
Und nun liege ich hier im Krankenhaus und erzähle der Polizei diese Geschichte. Ich hatte mehrere Verletzungen am ganzen Körper. Zum Glück haben sie mich nicht da liegen lassen, sonst währe ich mit Sicherheit gestorben. Sie haben mich direkt vor meiner Haustür entsorgt, wo mich meine Eltern schnell fanden. So wie ich gehört habe, ist die Gang auch noch in Raubüberfälle verwickelt und nun auf der Flucht. Die Polizei sagte, ich hätte viel Glück gehabt, dass sie mich nicht gleich getötet haben! Als ich nach einem Monat wieder zu Hause war, fand ich in meiner Hosentasche ein kleines Packest und einen Zettel. Auf dem stand: Hallo Bo! Na hoffe du hast dich wieder erholt! Haben dir ja ganz schön zugesetzt. Als kleine Entschädigung haben wir dir was eingepackt. PS. Wir sehen uns noch! Als ich den Umschlag öffnete konnte ich es nicht glauben! Da waren 20.000 Euro drin.
To be continued?? | FSE |
Title: 27 Hours
Tags: college, cousin, cousins, taboo, sisters, oral sex
*Normal disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is coincidental. All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults. This story involves incest. If that's not your thing, then you should stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy yourself.
Special thanks to Jim1855 for his proofreading efforts.*
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I had a long time to think. Twenty-seven hours of solitude. I was driving from San Antonio back to Philadelphia. Twenty-seven hours of driving with nothing to do but think. I suppose it could be worse, I could have taken the bus. That would be more than two days to think about everything.
I thought back to how it started. Why I was in Philadelphia in the first place. I had enrolled at Temple University in Philly out of high school. What was a Texas kid doing so far east you ask? Well, I wish it was something cool, like basketball or football, but I'm a computer nerd. Temple has an extension campus in Japan, and I really wanted to study there. Starting out at Temple was the easiest way to get accepted there. Plus, because I had great grades, they offered me a really nice academic scholarship. That made paying for school much less of a burden on the family.
This was a good thing, a really good thing, because I come from an absolutely HUGE family. I have four siblings, two sisters and two brothers, aged from 14-26. Mom has six brothers and sisters. Dad has seven siblings. That's right, I have thirteen sets of aunts and uncles, all of whom have good sized families. All totaled, I have 58 first cousins. That's not a joke. I'm not sure I could name them all if I had to. There are a good many I have never met.
You see, while most of Dad's family all live relatively close together in the Texas Triangle (Dallas/San Antonio/Houston) Mom's side are spread throughout the country. Portland, Oregon; Pensacola, Florida; Denver; Boston; Anchorage, and so on. Not to mention her youngest brother John (not to be confused with my dad's elder brother John or my two cousins named John) is an Army officer, so his whereabouts change every few years, and have even included some overseas bases.
All this is to say, it was a really good thing I got a nice scholarship offer, or I would still be back in Texas choosing a community college to attend with my numerous other relatives instead. That wouldn't be bad per se, just not ideal for my intended career path.
Anyway, I quickly settled into a normal college life. I made a few friends, did a little partying, did a little more drinking, did a little less studying than I should have, & had a lot of fun. After a few weeks, I got into a pretty good routine of classes, part-time work in a campus lab, and letting loose on the weekends. There was always a party to attend on campus, not to mention the numerous college bars & clubs. The Greater Philadelphia area has five NCAA Division I universities alone, not to mention about a dozen other smaller colleges as well. If there wasn't something fun to do near my campus, I could always drive out to near Villanova or Penn or Drexel and find something happening.
I was at a club near Villanova one random Friday night. I spent the evening dancing, trying to scam someone into buying me a drink, watching the girls, and trying my luck with them. Eventually, I saw a petite girl with chestnut-colored hair dancing with a group of friends. She was stunning, with soft features and eyes that wouldn't let you look away. She was short, probably not more than 5'1 or so, but that was ok, since I'm only a bit over 5'8 myself. She had on this low-cut dress that flowed with her body as she walked. I made my way over beside her and did my best to strike up a conversation.
Miraculously, it worked. We talked for a bit. I wanted to buy her a drink, but the big black X on my hand was going to eliminate that possibility. To my shock, she ordered two martinis, and the bartender seemed to either not realize I was talking to her or didn't care. Either way, I thanked her and soon had convinced her to dance with me.
As I put my arms around her waist on the dance floor, it felt as if the rest of the room faded away. She smiled so beautifully and never broke eye contact as we made our way across the floor. I was hooked. This girl was sexy and beautiful. And it seemed she was into me too, reacting exactly as I hoped every step of the way.
The night wore on, the club got louder and smokier, and I was hoping to seal the deal. She excused herself to the ladies' room and when she came back, discretely handed me a baby blue thong that matched her dress. She smiled at me and nodded towards the door. That was all the hinting I needed. I led her out by the hand. As soon as we hit fresh air, she was kissing me. I leaned back against a wall and we made out, tongues dancing as we had done so inside. We took a Lyft to her apartment. She told me to be quiet, as she didn't know if her roommate was home or not.
We eased in the door, kissing and groping each other as we made our way to her bedroom. She eased the door closed and immediately went for my belt, frantically undoing my pants and freeing my throbbing dick. I broke the kiss to remove my slacks. As I stepped out of my boxers too, she crawled onto her bed and flipped the bottom of her dress up, showing me her nice round ass. She reached back and started rubbing her bald little pussy, spreading her lips with her fingers and clearly showing me her hot little cunt was already very, very wet. I knelt behind her and licked her juicy little slit up and down, savoring her nectar. She growled out "Fuck me. I need your hard cock now."
I grabbed her hips and slid my cock right in. She was so tight & wet, and the heat emanating from her was intoxicating. I knew I wasn't going to be able hold back. I fucked her as hard as I could for as long as I could, slowing only to reach under and grab her firm tits a few times. The popping sound of flesh on flesh echoed between the walls, and I silently hoped her roommate wasn't home, because there would be no way she could not hear us.
Without warning, I felt her pussy tighten on my cock as she came. She pressed her hand on her clit and whispered for me to "fuck harder" as she continued to cry out. I gave her a few more thrusts, then felt the surge as my orgasm burst forth, spewing wave upon wave of cum deep in her pussy. I got slightly dizzy, and leaned back on my knees, panting. Marie collapsed on the bed and flipped over on her back, her dress still on but bunched up under her tits, twisted around her torso. She rubbed her clit hard for about 20 seconds and grunted loudly, cumming one more time before she went limp. I pulled my shirt off over my head and fell beside her. I was asleep within a minute.
That next morning, I woke up to a pleasant sensation. My dick was hard and throbbing. I felt some gentle pressure, very nice and pleasurable. Then the sensation changed. It got warm, wet, and even more wonderful. As the haze started to clear, I realized I was the now recipient of a very masterful blow job. What a perfect way to start the day. I relaxed, never even opening my eyes as I felt the mouth engulfing my hard cock, a talented tongue swirling around the head and along its length. A hand putting just the right amount of pressure on the base of my dick as the mouth continued its ministrations. Ahhh. It was glorious. I wondered how much of our dried cum she could taste. I pried my eyes open to enjoy the view. I saw a head of long blonde hair bobbing up and down. Blonde? I could have sworn Marie had darker hair. I had a lot to drink last night, but not that much.
Just then, the mouth and hand adjusted their pressures and I heard myself groan out loud. The blonde head looked up at me, and although the eyes were similar to Marie's, the rest of the face was not. It was rounder and fuller. She gave me a 'shhh' and a wink, then silently resumed her sucking. So, this was the roommate? Wow. She had a pretty face. Her shoulders were bare, and I could feel bare skin along my groin and thighs, so I was guessing she was topless. I thought I was feeling some soft, larger than average breasts resting on my legs, but honestly, I wasn't paying close attention to that at the moment.
I stifled a groan as she began to use her mouth to fuck my cock. No longer a soft, playful blow job, this was a fast and hard face fuck. She rolled her eyes up to meet mine and I felt her mouth moaning around my dick. I tensed up and came immediately, shooting several blasts of cum in her open mouth. She swallowed some, and as the secondary spurts hit, she let the cum drool from her mouth and down my shaft. I got off one last burst before the last ounces oozed out of my cock head. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with a satisfied smile on her face.
She stood and whispered that Marie was in the shower and I should clean up before she noticed. As I wiped my dick off with the sheet on the bed, I saw her fully now. She was standing topless, with large tits - at least a D cup I guessed - protruding from her chest with just a hint of droop to them. Her nipples were nice and pink with large round areola. She smiled and put her hands on her hips proudly and watched my gaze travel down her body. She had a cute face and was fairly tall, probably my height at least. She had little extra padding around the midsection and nice wide hips, which were currently covered with bright pink panties. She turned and revealed the words 'Curvy Gurl' across her full butt. Curvy described her well. She was sexy in her own right, just in a totally different way than Marie was.
Speaking of Marie, she walked in mere seconds after the blonde vanished. Marie informed me her sister was awake and to make sure I was dressed before I left the room. Sister? I thought she was the roommate? I was confused. Or was I still buzzed and couldn't remember? Perhaps it was a sorority thing where they just call each other sister? That had to be it. I mean, they did have similar bright, entrancing eyes, but looked nothing else alike otherwise. Marie dressed and left the room. I shook off the remaining cobwebs in my head and found my clothes, then headed out of the room once they were back on.
It was a small apartment, with barely room for a couch and chair in the living area. I saw ahead of me the small kitchen with no room for a table. Both girls greeted me there, and I smiled and waved. A coffee cup was handed to me and I took a sip, watching them eat some eggs and toast and wondering what secrets there were between them. I had just enjoyed some really intense sex last night with the one girl and gotten my dick sucked this morning by the other. I hadn't experienced anything more awkward, yet awesome, in my young life.
Marie kissed me on the cheek and told me to text her later as she left. The blonde introduced herself as Susan and said she needed to leave in 20 minutes. I got the hint and ordered another Lyft ride back to the club where my truck was. I thanked Susan for the coffee and walked to the street. Wow. What a morning.
I texted Marie later that afternoon after I got home and told my roommate the story. He didn't believe me, but I stuck to my guns. What I had failed to do was get a picture with or of Marie the night before. Oh well, even if it ended there, it was a great night and I was sure it would fuel my stroke sessions for months to come at worst. At best? Well, Marie was texting me back, so that was a good sign. Maybe the best was yet to come.
And wouldn't you know it, Marie and I did really hit it off. She was 22 and a junior at Villanova, studying International Business. I found her to be honest, engaging and funny, heck she even laughed at all my lame jokes. She was smart and very quick-witted. I would probably have tried to date her no matter what she looked like. (I did enjoy her smoking hot, tight little body too though, no doubt.) We liked the same music and had similar tastes in restaurants and movies. I asked her out for that same night, but she had plans to study with friends. She did express an interest in a date but wanted to take things a bit slower before she was ready for an actual relationship. I was a bit disappointed, but I agreed. We'd keep talking in the interim.
Depending on traffic, it was at least a 45-minute drive from my dorm to her apartment. Since that would make seeing her every day difficult, taking it a little slower made sense. No need to get ahead of ourselves. I had a hard time convincing my dick of this though. We texted back and forth throughout the day, and the next, and every day after that. I made dumb jokes, while she made little innuendoes. And back and forth like that we went.
Due to our class schedules and work, pre-existing plans, and whatnot, it was another week or so before we got together for an official 'first date'. I picked her up in my truck and we went out for dinner and a movie. We talked throughout dinner and held hands during the show. I really wanted to make a move during the film, but I resisted, sensing it might be too fast for her.
I found out Susan was indeed her actual older sister, five and a half years her elder, and a grad student at Penn. She had three younger brothers at home as well. Marie had only transferred to 'Nova this year. She had started out near home at UMass. She wanted a change of scenery after her last relationship had ended and was planning on changing majors too, so joining Susan in Philly worked out perfectly. They had a large family also, with loads of uncles, aunts, and cousins as well. So much in common we had, and I was smitten, falling head over heels for this girl.
The night was young still after the movie, so we went for a drink. She knew a quiet place where I wasn't likely to be carded and we drank and laughed and danced together. A slow tune came on and she melted into my body. Nothing ever felt as right as that did, holding her close on that dance floor, swaying slowly to some 90's boy band track. The big 'L Word' was on the tip of my tongue already, but I knew I needed to wait. She wanted slow. Or so she said.
We went back to her place again. (because even a small apartment is always better than a cramped dorm room) She nearly ripped my shirt off, buttons flying, as soon as the door closed behind us. She said we needed to be quiet, as Susan was home already and might not be asleep yet. We tiptoed down the hall and into her room, kissing and groping the whole way. She attacked me, knocking me to the bed as soon as the door was closed. She ran her tongue slowly down my chest and tackled my belt again. I let her open my pants up and free my stiff dick, then grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. I pulled the zipper of her skirt down and saw she wasn't wearing any panties.
"If I had known that you weren't wearing any panties, I would have pulled you in the restroom at the club and fucked you silly" I told her, working her skirt off her hips. She smiled wickedly and lifted her butt, allowing me to pull the garment down her smooth legs and out of the way. Her freshly shaved little pussy looked so inviting, I spread her legs and settled down between them. I kissed her naval then along the insides of her thighs, enjoying her squirming a little at my touch. I licked her pussy lips lightly, feeling the heat of her arousal on my face. I used my thumb and flicked her clit, and she sucked in her breath sharply. I looked at her and grinned, then licked up her slit long and slow this time.
"Mmmm yes." She cooed, and I went to work eating her pussy. Licking and sucking her clit, sucking on her labia softly, and gently easing a finger in and out of her. I added a second finger, then started the 'come hither' motions, finding the little patch of her G Spot, then latching on to her clit and sucking with steady pressure. Her hips came alive below me, and her vocalizations got louder and more vulgar. "Fuck! Oh fuck yes! God Damn, God Damn HOLY SHIT!" She cried, and I felt the burst of fluid from her pussy as she came. "Holy Fuck. I can't remember cumming that hard before." She whispered in between pants as she caught her breath.
I rose from my position and she reached forward to grab my cock. She stroked it firmly and smiled up and me before guiding it right in her soaked cunt. I slid in easily and started fucking her with long deep thrusts. Marie closed her eyes and smiled as she moaned. I leaned down and started sucking on her hard nipple, flicking it with my tongue back and forth too. She cried out, then suddenly pulled away and was on all fours again, her round ass looking so inviting as she arched her back and thrust it back at me. She turned her head to look at me, eyes full of lust. "Hard and fast," is all she said. I complied, smacking her ass as I grabbed her hips and impaled my cock into her hungry cunt once more. Again, the echo of flesh pounding flesh seemed to shake the walls, and Marie wasn't keeping quiet anymore. Her moans and words seemed to get louder as she thrust her ass back at me to meet my cock, trying to bury it deeper inside her each time.
I felt the load begin to boil over in my balls. I moaned out that I was about to cum, and she pulled herself off me and spun around, nearly swallowing my dick whole instantly. I stroked it a few times, and I saw her hand busy rubbing her clit hard and fast to cum again. I gave myself one last stroke and the I let loose with what felt like 8 or 9 hard, full bursts of cum shooting into her mouth. She moaned on my dick and the rest of the load spewed forth, letting a stream of cum roll down her lips and onto her chin. I fell to the bed, spent and empty. Marie knelt there above me for a moment, eyes closed, seemingly savoring the moment, before she curled up along my side. Sleep came quickly.
I had never experienced Deja-vu before. But I swore I was dreaming, reliving the first morning-after I had spent in Marie's bed. Everything was the same. Hard cock. Soft hands with just the right amount of pressure. A warm, wet, wonderful and willing mouth. A talented tongue teasing and licking all the right places. I could feel my dick throbbing, that wonderful feeling that it was as hard and big as it could get, almost ready to burst out of its own skin. I popped my eyes open and there she was, blonde hair bobbing up and down, dragging her lips along my shaft exquisitely. Susan looked up at me and smiled, those enchanting eyes she and Marie shared beaming at me. So sexy. I thought about her body, big, soft looking boobs, full, curvy hips. My cock twitched.
I smiled back and noticed black straps along her shoulders. She was wearing a bra. This wasn't a dream. I wasn't just reliving the encounter from weeks back, it was happening again. I groaned aloud, and she again shifted gears. Gone was the slow, passionate blow job and on came the same fast, rhythmic mouth fucking I had gotten weeks ago. Up and down her head bobbed, faster and faster. She closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand. The faster and deeper she went, the closer I got to erupting. She rolled those eyes back up at me again, and again I shot load after load of cum into her throat and mouth. Again, she eased up and let cum roll down my shaft and coat my entire cock. She gave me the same satisfied smile and stood, showing me the sexy black bra and panty set adorning her curves. She put a finger to her lips and winked before she scurried out the door.
I gathered my wits about me, and as if on cue, Marie strolled in, again wrapped in a towel. She sat beside me and kissed me. I ran my hands along her trim legs and kissed her deeper. She smelled so delicious. She broke away and smiled. She had to go to work soon. Susan would be leaving pretty soon as well. I nodded and told her I would get dressed and follow her out. She wanted me to stay but was nervous about Susan. Apparently, her sister had recently been through a really messy break up and didn't think she would be too keen on some guy she barely knew hanging around their place for too long. I said I understood, although inside I was laughing at the though of Susan being shy around me. How could she be shy around me after sucking my dick... twice!
We texted and talked every day after that. We couldn't get together very often it seemed. There was always a study group or paper to work in, and work schedules to navigate. There were lots of dirty texts and pictures going back and forth. Eventually, I met her for lunch near her place one Sunday. We made out in my truck for ten minutes or so, but she had to work later that afternoon, so I didn't get to do much more than slide my hands down her pants and rub her clit as we kissed. She came on my fingers and then licked them clean in front of me before kissing my cheek and sliding out of my truck and driving away in her car. I was so hard while driving, I had to open my jeans to give my cock some room to breathe on the way home. I sent her pictures of it when I parked, before I tucked him away and trudged back to the dorm.
We kept getting closer and I fell more and more in love with Marie. She was driving me wild and appeared to enjoy doing so. November rolled around. She went home for Thanksgiving, while I stayed behind. I was going back home to Texas during Christmas and could only afford to make that trip once this semester. My roommate was from Baltimore, not too far away, and I was invited to spend the November break with his family. Marie and Susan were going home to Boston, so there was no real reason for me to hang around. I went to Baltimore, watched a lot of football, and ate way too much. Marie and I talked and texted throughout the day, every day we were apart. She still said she wanted to move slow relationship-wise, but I really considered her a girlfriend at that point.
I went to her place during the first week back. She didn't feel like going out, so we just hung out and watch some Hulu together on her couch. Susan was there, and so no hanky-panky took place, but Marie and I sat and snuggled and kissed throughout the night. It was the first time I didn't spend the night at her place, and the first time I wasn't awoken to a morning blow job from her sister.
As semester finals approached, we saw less of each other. She made the trip to Temple once, but since my dorm room was small and my roommate was always home, there wasn't really any privacy. At least my roommate now believed she existed. Temple is close to downtown Philadelphia, so we did some touristy things together and went to some different clubs, but with me still being only 19, it limited the entertainment options.
We slogged our way through finals, went out a few more times, but curiously, hadn't slept together in over a month now. We raced past second base and rounded third a few times for sure, but our relationship had changed quite noticeably. It wasn't fuck first and then talk later as it had been early on. We spent real time together, and both truly enjoyed it. She seemed to prefer this, and we talked often about keeping the relationship going. Christmas break was going to be a big test. A week apart during Thanksgiving was one thing, but this would be nearly 5 weeks away from each other. What would happen? We both knew without specific words on the subject that if things stayed the course and we survived the break, the relationship would likely turn a corner and head in a new direction.
Our finals passed and bag packed, we went out one last time before Christmas. Marie and Susan were leaving in the morning to go home to Boston. Such were the perks of going to school closer to home. They could leave at lunchtime and be there by dinner. I would be driving for over a day. Marie and I went out and had a great time. Susan was out with friends too, so we called it a night early and headed back to her place.
Her sister out, Marie was much more aggressive and vocal as we tore at each other's clothes the moment we got in the front door and let the dirty talk fly while we stripped our way down the hall. She needed me to fuck her hard, and she needed it badly, she said. I was more than happy to comply.
Once again, she was on her hands and knees on the bad and I was sliding my hard cock into her ready pussy, when she stopped and slid back off the bed. She went over to the window and threw the curtains open. She then pressed her tits up against the glass, lifting one leg up on the ledge. I took the hint and pressed myself up against her, thrusting my dick up inside her roughly as she leaned on the window, the condensation from her hot breath forming a streaky circle on the glass near her mouth. She put her hands on the window as well, and I remember thinking I would love to know what the view from below looked like, because from my vantage point, this was hot as hell. I did my best to pound her pussy hard, just like she liked it. She turned and forced her tongue down my throat, sucking it as far in her own mouth as she possibly could. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me down onto the bed with all the force her small frame could muster.
She straddled my face and I happily lapped at her pussy as she took my throbbing hard cock into her mouth. Our sixty-nine session didn't last long, as she was quickly pulling herself up to face me and impaling her pussy on my dick with surprising force. She kept her feet under her and pressed her hands into my chest for leverage. She bounced lightly up and down on my shaft. I groaned as I watched her labia slide over every inch of my cock and she fucked me with a controlled aggression.
As Marie rocked and gyrated her hips on my cock, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. There, in the shadow of the open doorway, stood Susan. She had her blouse unbuttoned and one hand inside it, apparently toying with her nipple. The other hand had slid in the waistband of her pants, and was clearly rubbing her pussy, turned on and getting herself off watching her sister and I fuck. I raised my hands to Marie's small tits and tweaked her hard nipples, and Susan responded by squeezing her ample breasts with both hands and blowing me a kiss.
I returned my attention to her sister, who was now thrashing around, seemingly on the brink of orgasm. I reached back and held on to the headboard as she impaled herself on my cock over and over. Suddenly, she froze, her body stiffening. Her vaginal muscles squeezed my dick like a vise. She pressed my had on her clit firmly while the rest of her body shook. Her hands trembled and she stopped breathing for what seemed like minutes. She let out a sound, something halfway between a squeal and a growl, before collapsing on my chest, her gorgeous body now void of any tension. She took shallow, deep breaths and her pussy slowly released its death grip on my dick.
I put my arms around her and held her tight. I stole a look over Marie's shoulder as her sister continued to frig herself off right there in the doorway, still within my eyesight. Never breaking her gaze, her hands moved faster and faster under her open zipper, finally shivering visibly and biting her bottom lip hard as her own orgasm overcame her. I could tell she was struggling to be silent as she came. She leaned against the doorframe, her massive chest heaving with each breath. She pulled her hand to her lips and licked a finger slowly and smiled at me before vanishing into the darkness.
Marie slowly raised her head and caught my eye. She said she had needed to come like that for weeks now. I agreed. She lamented that I hadn't came yet, and with a wicked grin, slid down my torso and got eye to eye with my still stiff prick. She licked her juices off lovingly, up and down, making my tool twitch and throb on its own. She went right to business, sucking me into her mouth and easing her lips up and down. She was tasting herself on my hard cock. She was slow and playful with my dick, much as her sister had done a few times. That thought put me on edge. Marie seemed to sense I was close, and much like Susan had, changed gears from lazily sucking my dick to now fucking it with her mouth. Hard and fast she went, looking up at me with those entrancing eyes. When I came, I came hard. Shot after shot of my semen spewed out of my cock. Marie swallowed some, but as the bursts eased up, she let streams of cum cascade from her mouth and down the shaft of my pulsing cock - just like her sister did. I wondered to myself if they had learned to suck dick at the same time or from the same person, because the similarities in their fellatio techniques was remarkable.
We were fast asleep soon enough. I was spent. Morning came, and I was surprised (and a bit disappointed) to awaken normally in her bed alone. I pulled on my pants and headed to the kitchen to find both sisters sipping coffee on the couch. I slid in between them and had a pleasant conversation about our impending travels. Marie and I kissed and snuggled, knowing it would be some time before we could do that again. Susan rolled her eyes at us and went to shower and change, giving no hint at her voyeurism of the night before.
Too soon we were all cleaned up and ready to leave. Marie and I made out a bit during the long kiss goodbye, and soon enough we were both driving. The two sisters heading north, while I was going southwest. We texted each other at every stop. I pulled over in Arkansas to sleep in the car at a rest stop. Marie and I video chatted before I went to sleep, and she teased me with some nipple flashes when no one was around. I stroked my cock to those images as she did, hearing her talk dirty to me the whole time. I stopped when we said goodnight, not wanting to make a mess of myself in the car.
I made it home and soon found there was little to no privacy there. A couple of aunts and uncles that lived nearby were over for a few days, and there was a gaggle of younger cousins around. I hung out with old friends and did a fair amount of bar-hopping, but my thoughts never strayed far from Marie. My friends were impressed I had managed not to screw things up with her so far. I even told my father I was dating someone, and that it was getting fairly serious. I mentioned she was a junior at Villanova and dad popped up that she thought mom's sister Louise and her husband Steve's girls was going to school at Penn. I didn't really know anyone there, so I told them I hadn't ran into anyone I knew. Dad said they hadn't seen Steve & Louise's family in years, he doubted he'd recognize any of their kids at this point. I admit, the thought crossed my mind briefly, but dad had said one of Louise's girls, and Susan and Marie were sisters, so there was no way... just no way.
I put the thought behind me and enjoyed the rest of the visit. I got a little restless after the new year. The family visitors went home, and things slowed down and got quiet. Marie and Susan went back to Philly after celebrating Susan's birthday on January 2nd, and we spent many a night video chatting until the wee hours of the morning. It was the second night after they got back to Philly when we first got a little naughty via video chat. She had just come home from work and showered, then headed to bed and called me up. I was alone (finally) in my old room playing a game on my laptop. I opened the video chat and was treated to her fresh out of the shower, her chestnut hair still wet and tiny petite frame wrapped in a towel. I was jealous of that towel at that moment, as it got to touch and feel her. She laughed and dropped it, then took her phone and took me on a close-up tour of her naked flesh. She slowly drew the phone along her shoulder and then across her hard, sensitive nipples. There were still beads of water clinging to her areolas. I wanted to lick them off, and she pinched her nipples playfully for me.
My view traveled down her taut belly and to her slim waist. Soon the little tuft of hair she kept above her clit was in view, the rest of her pubic region freshly shaved clean, and still moist. She ran her finger along her slit, dipping it between them and then circling her clit gently. She moaned and cooed loud enough to hear. I slid my boxers down and gripped my hard dick. I positioned my phone to give her the best view of him I could and stroked it firmly as she rubbed her pussy. We whispered dirty little things to each other, how we wished the other was there, how much we wanted to lick and suck and kiss the parts of ourselves that were being displayed to one another. She came, and then I came, spraying my chest with cum. She cooed and told me she would lick it all up is we were together. I told her it would be just a couple of weeks and I would hold her to that. Suddenly, she whispered that she though Susan was listening and giggled. I tried to laugh it off, but I was secretly turned on and got hard again quickly. I blew a second load after we said good night.
The last day before I was to drive back to school, I caught Mom on the phone. It was Uncle Steve. I could only hear the one side of the conversation, but Mom was surprised to hear that her brother John had been transferred to Fort Dix, New Jersey. Dix was close to Philadelphia. He would let me know I was welcome to come over and have dinner every Sunday with his family. They were inviting Steve & Louise's daughters as well, since they were both in Philadelphia now, and maybe we could all ride together. Mom didn't know both of Steve's girls were in school there now. Yes, Marie had transferred from U Mass to Villanova and moved in with her older sister Susan, who was still studying at Penn.
Holy Fuck. I froze, deer in-the-headlights expression plastered to my face. No. Just no. It couldn't be. I mean, Philadelphia was huge, and both Penn and Villanova were good-sized schools. It could be a coincidence. There was no way it was real... It just can't be. Then I flashed back to a conversation we had over dinner one night. My cousin Beth was pregnant again, her third kid by as many different men in as many years. Marie had thought it ironic, since she had just learned one of her cousins was also pregnant with a third child. It was one of those funny oddities at the time, but now, it jumped out at me and screamed "CLUE!"
I was sick to my stomach. Here was this seemingly perfect girl. Sexy, smart, funny, we got along well, had so much in common. I was even ready to drop the L-Bomb on her when I got back. I was totally, fully, hopelessly in love with her. And now I find out, she is my cousin? My first cousin, our parents are siblings, the branches on our family tree are parallel to each other. Those branches weren't supposed to cross. Ever. And to top it all off, we had been having sex. Not just sex, mind you, but really good, soul-fulfilling sex. And her sister. Oh my. Susan had watched, even done things with me before Marie and I got serious. This was a complete disaster.
Dad walked in and mom filled him in on the phone call. She volunteered to give me Aunt Louise's number so I could get my cousin's numbers from her. I lied and said I might have them on Snapchat, and I would check there first. Dad said how cool he thought it would be for me to spend some time with family. Mom always regretted how far apart her siblings were and how we never got the chance to get close. I stammered something about "Yeah sure. That'd be cool" and marched to my room.
I needed to call Marie. I needed to tell her. But how? How do you start a sentence like that? Would I want to be told that over text, over the phone? But how could I lie to her, or hold this from her until I got back to Philly? That was a long time. I wasn't due to leave for another day, and then I had almost two days of driving to do. Three days before I could tell her in person. What was I going to do?
I held onto a slim hope, a glimmer of a chance that it was still just happenstance, and that my imagination was running away with my sanity. That was the only thing keeping me from screaming, crying out into the night and I went to bed. Marie had to work late her last text had said, so I could avoid the situation for a few hours. I slept terribly, dreams of Marie's eyes as she and Susan sucked my cock preceded a nightmare of three-headed, one-armed children and being surrounded by the rest of the family as they watched us commit incest, all shaking their heads in disapproval. I woke up in a cold sweat with the opposite of morning wood, I felt like my dick was trying to shrink back up inside my belly as I went through my usual stretch and scratch routine in the morning.
I showered and dressed, and the realization of what I now knew sunk in. I needed some confirmation, without making it too obvious to anyone else. Calling Uncle Steve and pretending to have just been told Marie and Susan were in school in Philly was out, as his next call would obviously be to one of them. I called Uncle John and feigned happiness at his being so close, assuring him that yes, I would definitely go over for Sunday dinner within the first few weeks of returning. I played dumb and asked which of my cousins was nearby? When he said Susan and Marie, I pretended to not really remember them. He laughed and said it had probably been 15 years since we had seen each other. He said Louise had sent him some pictures from Christmas and he would message them to me.
Sure enough, seconds later, on my screen was Marie, my Marie, wine glass in hand sitting beside Susan on the floor, below a fully decked out Christmas tree. They had the same alluring eyes and big beautiful smiles on their faces, their younger brothers standing behind them. I stared at the image for what felt like an eternity. There it was, definitive proof, Marie was my cousin. There in black and white and color was the stake through my heart.
I sighed and threw my phone down. It rang immediately. Marie's face adorned my call screen. I answered and slogged my way though a talk, saying I just hadn't slept well and did not feel up to talking a lot, as I had to pack the truck for the drive back the next morning. She said she understood and signed off with a quick "I love you." Boom. She had dropped that bomb first. Now I felt even worse about what I had to tell her. It was breaking my heart. I didn't want to hurt her. I loved her. I truly did. I trudged through packing up the rest of the day in a fog and fell asleep fully clothed that night on top of the blanket on the bed.
The next morning, I said my goodbyes to my parents, brothers, and sisters. As I pulled out of the driveway, I started to cry. The overwhelming sense of doom that was hanging over my head got bigger and bigger.
And that's where I find myself right now. Pulling on the interstate, 27 hours of driving time ahead of me to think. Just me and my thoughts. I knew music or an audiobook would not hold my attention, so I drive on, a million thoughts racing through my brain. How is Marie going to react? What are we going to do? What would we tell people? "Oh hi, we're not dating any more, we were cousins all along" Would we ever talk again? How upset was she going to be? Even worse, would Susan tell people? She and I got along well enough, but she seemed like a gossip at times. And what juicier gossip is there than this?
I pull into a diner to grab a meal. There is a gas station across the street. The truck needs fuel anyway, might as well feed us both at the same stop. I shot Marie a quick text where I was and that I missed her. She replied immediately that she had something to talk to me about when I got back. Lord, surely, she wasn't pregnant. That's just what I needed. A vision of the dream I had of a child with one arm and three heads filled my mind's eye and I shuddered. As if this situation wasn't bad enough already.
Driving along in my mental fog, I can feel my mood worsening. I slow down though some speed trap community. Ahead of me, a state policeman has a pickup similar to mine pulled over on the shoulder. The man is standing near his tailgate, talking to the officer. He has on a straw hat and some overalls. All that is missing is the piece of wheat between his teeth. What a hillbilly. You know the old joke about redneck family trees that don't fork? Yeah, suddenly that's not all that funny anymore. Really, was I any more evolved, any better than that guy?
I can't get over this. I blink my eyes, and the scenery has changed. The sun has set, and the highway is dark. The headlights of oncoming traffic jolt me to consciousness. I need to pull over and sleep. I find a rest stop and get out and stretch. I text Marie that I'm going to sleep and that I miss her. I lean the seat back and drag out my small travel blanket. I try to relax, but that just ain't happening right now.
I see Marie and I standing in front of a backdrop, posing for our wedding photos. We are happy. She is glowing, so beautiful. We are surrounded by so many members of our family and friends. They are all happy for us. No one seems concerned at all. We hear the words "As long as you both are happy" over and again from seemingly everyone.
A truck air horn jolts me awake. That was as much rest as I have had in days. What a wonderful thought, that our families would just be happy for us. If only that could be true. I get out and stretch, when I see what looks like a raven land on a tree close by. Why that makes me think of the research paper I did on Edgar Allen Poe in high school I don't know, but now, I can only think of one thing; Poe married his cousin. His first cousin. And what had the teacher said about that? A number of famous people had done the same thing. Albert Einstein, Charles Darwin, plenty of Kings and Queens back in the day, even Jerry Lee Lewis. Could we really? I mean, I don't know if we would ever actually get married, but could we stay together? How weird would that be? But being with her, not even considering the sex, just being with her, it feels so good.
I shot Marie a message and got back on the road. I would be back in Philly tonight. Instead of going straight to the dorms, I was heading to Marie's place. My cousin's place. I knew this was a conversation we had to have right away. And she had news for me. No need to put things off any longer than necessary. I flipped the radio on and sang loudly and off-key to every song that came on. The drive seems to fly by so much faster this way. Before I know it, I am parking in front of her apartment building. Knocking on her door.
"Chris!" She screams and flings herself into my arms. I hold her tight. I can smell her shampoo. Her hair is damp. She must have just gotten out of the shower. Suddenly the vision of her naked, dripping wet, water cascading down her tight body, causing her nipples to harden filled my mind. My cock strains my pants. Marie grabs my hand and drags me to her bedroom. She closes the door behind her.
"You've been keeping a secret from me." She states, sauntering up to me slowly, seductively. "Naughty boy." She pushes me down on the bed and straddles my hips. Her skirt rides up and she is wearing my favorite pair of tiny G-string panties. As she talks, her hips grind into my hardening dick. "You thought I wouldn't find out? Tsk tsk. We're family, silly boy. There are no secrets between family."
I can feel my eyes burst out of their sockets. She knows? Not only does she know, she seems, well, turned on by the fact. "I... I didn't know how to tell you. Or how to... even bring it up." I stammer and stumble through the words. She continues to grind her pussy into my cock, firmer and faster now.
"Well, I know. And you know what?" She leans in and whispers in my ear, "it turns me on knowing." She leans down and kisses my neck.
"It...it does?" This is not what I was expecting. My head swims.
Marie whispers in my ear "Mmhmm. Thinking about it now is making my little pussy all wet and tingly. I can feel your hard cock baby. Are you ready to do it again?" She sits up and pulls her top off, revealing her tan breasts and hard, protruding nipples. She kisses me hard and I close my eyes and kiss her back. The heat emanating from every part of her body melts away my apprehension. I pull her close and grab her tight little ass in my hands as we continue devour each other. Marie stands up and starts tugging at my pants. She expertly works them off and quickly we are both naked. She starts talking dirty as she pushes me back on the bed.
"We're going to start with you eating my wet pussy." She giggles as she straddles my face and lowers her swollen labia to my mouth. I stick my tongue out and lick them as soon as they are within reach. Her pussy is so very wet. I drag my tongue between her lips again. "Oh, my pussy has missed you." she arches her back and I feel her wetness all over my face. Marie shudders lightly. She braces herself and leans back, grinding her pussy on my lips, rocking back and forth firmly.
"So dirty, so bad, feels so good." The word drawn out and ended in a moan. "You like putting on a show baby?" She leans forward now and begins to lick my cock from tip to base, all the while gently stroking it. I re-adjust my grip on her hips to attack her pussy again, spreading her cheeks wide, and in doing so I catch a glimpse of movement at the doorway. Sure enough, there is Susan, clad in just her robe and plain white panties. Her robe is fully untied, and she is slowly rubbing herself over the thin panties. She smiles, blows me a little kiss, and winks. I feel my body stiffen at the sight. Marie senses this and looks up.
"Mmm yeah. That's what you like baby? Rub that pussy for me. You like being watched too? Show me how wet you are watching this cock. You want her to see me suck this huge dick? It looks so good standing up there, all thick and throbbing." She leans forward and licks along my shaft. "Mm yeah. Such a good cock. Shall I suck it for you?" Marie lets her lips slowly slide down the shaft, taking it in her talented mouth. I feel her bob her head a few times. I bury my tongue deeper in her pussy. She squeals.
"Oh yes. Do you want her to see it sliding into my wet cunt? Is that what we should do baby, let her watch us fuck? Does that turn you on baby? She's over there rubbing her pussy, seeing us naked, watching us sucking, licking, fucking?" Marie cooed.
She pulls herself up slides her body down mine, her pussy leaving a streak of warm fluid along my torso. No teasing now, within a second was riding my hard cock reverse cowgirl style. I grab her hips and watch her ass as it bounces on my cock. Susan now has the view of Marie's pussy swallowing my cock. Marie leans back, bracing her arms on either side of me. She has her legs spread wide. Susan's eyes stare right at her sister's pussy, at my cock as Marie fucks me faster and faster. I watch Susan's hand disappear into her panties now, and she frigs her clit rapidly. This seems to spur Marie on as her exclamations get louder and more breath-y.
"That's it. Rub that pussy. Doesn't his cock look delicious in my little cunt? Mmm, it feels so fantastic. So big. So thick. I'm going to cum all over him. Are you ready to cum too?" True to her word, Marie's body stiffens, and she cries out. Her Kegel muscles grip my cock like a vise as she spasms. Susan's robe falls to the floor as she pinches her nipple harder and rubs her pussy. I can tell she is now pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt. I can see her panties are visibly wet, even from this distance. She cries out and cums as well, dropping to her knees on the floor, panting heavily.
I can't help it. I grab Marie's hips and slam her down on my cock a couple more times and then I cum hard, seemingly endless spurts of semen erupt from my rod. I pull her down harder, and Marie grinds her pussy on my cock, rubbing her clit furiously now. I feel her pussy cum again. She collapses to the bed, curling up in a ball facing her sister.
I am the first one to find my voice. "That was... intense"
Susan smiles and leans back against the door frame. Marie reaches between her legs and pulls up a wet, goo-covered finger. She lazily licks it clean.
"And delicious." Is her reply. Susan giggles softly. Susan giggles and pulls her hands out of her panties and tastes her own pussy as well.
As the fog of sex clear my head. I get overwhelmed by a thought. I just fucked my cousin. I have to say something. I have to ask.
"So, I guess you're both okay with everything? It doesn't make this... weird or wrong?"
Marie lifts her head and catches my gaze. "We're all adults. No one else needs to know. It didn't seem like you minded at all." She slides up and lays her head on my chest. "I mean, we won't always have to do it like this. Sometimes things will be just... normal."
Normal? What part of this will ever be normal? The sinking feeling in my stomach from the past few days returns. I sit up against the headboard and look at both girls. "What do you mean, normal? What are you talking about?"
Marie sits up and give me a puzzled look. "Well, obviously my sister won't be watching us every time we have sex. It's just a fun little bonus to spice things up sometimes. You seemed really into it."
I close my eyes. This cannot be happening. I pull the sheet up over myself and look Marie in the eyes.
"You were, weren't you?" She asks quietly. "Susan and I got a little tipsy during Christmas and she told me she had watched us in bed right before you left. She said you had seen her playing with herself as we were going at it."
I glance over and Susan, who nods lightly. Marie continues, "I was mad at first, but the more I thought about someone watching us, the more it turned me on. And since she had already seen us, it didn't seem too bad for her to get to watch again." Her eyes were sad and almost hurt. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be a sexy surprise for you."
Holy crap. That was the big secret she thought I was keeping. I look over at Susan, who has a blank expression on her face as she tied her robe tightly around her waist. She doesn't know the terrible truth. And I just fucked my cousin. I knew the truth, she didn't, and I had sex with her anyway.
"I... I don't know how to say this. That... wasn't what I wanted to talk about." I stand and grab my clothes. "I need some water and then we need to talk, all of us." I walk into the bathroom and dress, then wash my face in the sink. I look in the mirror and take a couple of deep breaths. As I head into the living room, both sisters are clothed and sitting on the couch. I grab a bottle of water and sit on the floor facing them. I take a long slow drink, steadying my nerves for the most difficult moment of my life.
"Chris I'm really scared. Please tell me what is going on." Marie pleads, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm trying." I take one more deep breath. "There's no easy way to bring this up. So here we go. I spent a lot of time over the holidays with family. I learned that my Aunt and Uncle live in Boston." Marie's eyes don't seem to register what I am saying. "They have two daughters that live in Philadelphia." Still nothing. "One attends Villanova." Her brow wrinkles a bit. "The other goes to Penn. My Uncle Steve and Aunt Louise."
Bingo. Marie's eyes widen and her hands covers her mouth. I glance over at Susan, who looks... well, normal. No shock or surprise on her face at all. She must have a good poker face.
"It hit me hard when I realized. I didn't want it to be true. I called my Uncle John. He is in the Army and just got transferred to Fort Dix." Marie's eyes widen further and start to water, confirmation of what she is thinking setting in, "He invited me to dinner on Sundays. And told me to get in touch with my cousins who went to school near me. He sent me a picture of them. A picture of my cousins. A picture of you two." Marie buries her head between her knees and sobs. Susan puts an arm around her sister but looks oddly calm about the whole situation. I pulled out my phone and pulled up the picture of Marie and Susan, wine glasses in hand, in front of the Christmas tree with their brothers. Marie looks up, sees the image, and drops her head back down and starts sobbing again. Susan's face still registers nothing. Something is off with her; I can sense it.
"I am so sorry Marie. I got here and you started talking about something I hadn't told you, something you found out anyway and didn't mind. I was pretty torn inside, but you kept pressing me, telling me you were into it, and I stopped thinking straight. I'm so sorry." I want so bad to comfort her. To hold her tight and make the hurt go away. I love her. I really do. It is killing me to see her hurting. But it doesn't seem like a good move. I don't want to touch her and have her react negatively. I don't want to hurt her any more than she is hurting already.
We sit in silence for what feels like hours, the void only broken by Marie's soft sobbing. She finally pulls her face up and wipes her eyes. Marie looks up at her sister, and Susan pulls her in close and hugs her tightly. Susan's face still seems too normal. She is playing the consoling sibling well. But she is part of this too. She should be showing the same shock and disgust. And yet, she seems unaffected.
I decide to leave quietly. Marie would be taken care of, and all I was going to do was make things worse by hanging around. I grab my keys and phone and get to the door when I hear Marie finally speak.
"Don't go. I need you here." She begs, her red eyes pleading with me from the couch.
"I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have. I think it'd be best if I go." I start to pull my jacket on.
"Please," she begs, "I need you." More tears.
I stand there frozen. My mind is telling me to go. My heart wants to stay, to run over to her and hold her tight. "If you're sure you want me to stay, I will." I say softly and walk back to the living room. Marie stands and puts her arms out to me. I grab her and hold her close. Her body melts into mine. I kiss the top of her head and whisper "I love you. I wanted to tell you that before I found all this out. I just don't know what else to do right now."
"Me neither. But I don't want to be alone." She says softly, tears soaking my shirt.
"Susan is here too, you won't be alone" I say, stroking her hair softly
"I don't want you to go. I need both of you." Marie cries again softly into my chest.
I look over at her sister, still sitting on the couch, watching us curiously. Her expression is still very neutral. It is driving me crazy. I have to say something. "I need to apologize to you too, Susan. You got dragged into this." She continues with the neutral expression and shakes her head lightly.
I continue to stand there holding Marie, but now thinking about Susan. She confessed to watching us that night. But did she tell Marie everything? Did she tell her about the morning blowjobs? I doubted she had. She was keeping a secret from her sister. I wonder what else she was not telling. She had hardly reacted at all when I told Marie. I mean, she wasn't involved directly, but she had sucked my cock, she had watched us fuck. Did she know already? Is that why she didn't seem shocked? I look her in the eyes again and the lightbulb clicks on in my head. She knew!
I look at her again and raise an eyebrow. Susan stares at me blankly and shrugs. I steer Marie back to the couch and sit her in my lap, arms never releasing their hold. Marie looks up at me and sighs. I look over at her sister. Marie follows my gaze. I have got to find out. It is now or never.
"Susan did you... did you know?" I ask. Marie whips her head around to face her sister. Susan's face is shocked now. Her eyes give her away. She looks back and forth between us and sighs loudly.
"Not right away. I figured it out over Thanksgiving." Susan speaks slowly, pausing between words.
"You knew!" Marie exclaims loudly. "How could you have not told me? You knew how I felt about him!" Her voice becomes almost a scream. She starts to jump up out of my lap. I tighten my grip around her to calm her. She is shaking now. Marie starts crying all over again, harder than ever. Susan's head slumps down with tears as she begins to speak again, refusing to look back up.
"You were watching football with Ronnie, Darrell and the guys. I was in the kitchen helping mom with the dishes and leftovers. She asked if we had run into Aunt Beverly's son there in Philadelphia. She said she thought it was Chris but could be the older boy Dave who was going to school up here. Mom said it was hard these days keeping everyone's families straight. She texted Bev and found out that it was Chris and he was at Temple. She said we should look up and find Chris Williams and see if he wanted to hang out sometime. It really didn't register right away. I couldn't remember your last name at the time, so I didn't even consider that it was you."
"Later I looked up Aunt Bev's Facebook page and there you were, plain as day." She stops and takes a deep breath. "I didn't know what to say. You two had gotten pretty serious, I could tell. Marie never shut up about you around me, and she was telling everyone in the family about this great guy she had met." She finally looks up at Marie again, "I didn't want to be the one to break your heart sis. I guess I hoped you'd figure it out soon enough, kind of like I had."
Marie looks at me with desperate eyes. "This can't be happening. It just can't."
I stroked her hair as I tried to soothe her "I know baby. I found out just a few days ago, right before I had to leave. I have been struggling with how and when to tell you ever since."
Marie says she wants to go lie down for a while. Susan and I help her to her feet and walk her down the hallway. Susan goes to her own room, and I guide Marie to the bed. The room still has that post-sex odor, a now stale mix of pheromones and sweat. Oblivious to our presence, she strips down and changes into a short gown, then crawls into bed. I sit on the edge of the bed beside her, not knowing exactly what to do. I don't want to leave, but it also feels awkward staying in my cousin's bedroom now, sitting on the bed where we just had sex. I put my hand on her back and pat her softly. She turns and gazes at me with those enticing eyes. "Stay with me Chris, I need to you hold me," she pleads.
I can't refuse her, even now. I ease into the bed and she slides up beside me. She rolls onto her side and we end up spooning. He body seems to fit perfectly up against mine. So warm and comfortable. I drape an arm around her waist. She grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. She presses it against her bosom, not in a sexual way, but as if she was holding on for dear life. We lay there in silence. In short order, I hear her breathing get shallow and light. She is asleep.
The next thing I know, I am waking up too. Marie is still wedged up tightly against me, her hands together, pressed in between her firm breasts. Her butt is taut against my crotch. As I gather the rest of my surroundings, I realize my dick is halfway hard, and that the firm, soft ass pressing on it feels really, really good. This shouldn't be a sexual situation, but her body feels so good up against me. My cock flexes, and now I notice he is pointing down at an awkward angle. I want to adjust him, and I feel Marie stirring lightly. I freeze. I don't want her to wake up to me poking her ass with a hard dick. Not now. Not today. Not after everything that had just happened.
I back my hips away from her and gently rearrange things down below with one hand - Not an easy task, I tell you. My cock now points straight up and out in a much more natural position. I feel her wiggle her hips and press herself back against me. Of course, my dick now slides right along the valley between her round butt cheeks. Marie sighs and squeezes my hand tightly. I want to back away again, but I don't want to wake her. I want my growing erection to subside, but I didn't see how that would happen with her perfect ass snuggling it the way it was.
I start going over the evening in my mind. For some reason, I think again of Susan's subdued reaction to the news. She knew. Damn her, she knew and did not say anything. I wished she would have said something, dropped a hint, done anything at all. Then I recall the night before I went back to Texas. She had done something, alright. She had watched us. She had watched us fucking, knowing full well we were related. She let her sister fuck her cousin; she let a cousin fuck her sister - all while she watched. Not only did she watch, she was playing with pussy and getting herself off to the sight. Was it just the sex, or was she turned on by the fact we were related? Was she turned on by incest? By her sister? By me? Not to mention she had never told her sister about sucking my dick. She and I needed to have another conversation.
Marie purred below me and began to stir again. She wiggles her ass, grinding it ever so lightly against my now semi-hard dick. "I'm glad you're still here," she whispers, "I love you."
My eyes water as I reply. "I love you too Marie. I am so sorry about all of this"
She rolls over and kisses me softly on the lips. She lets her hand slide down my chest. As she darts her tongue out, her hands ease downwards. I soon feel her small fingers walking along the length of my dick. She lightly runs her hand up and down it, then holds it in her hand firmly, and smiles. "I don't think I can give this up. I don't think I can give you up." She gives me another kiss and then tucks her head against my chest.
My heart agrees instantly. My swelling dick thinks this is a great idea. My brain is arguing pretty loudly otherwise. Marie slides her hand into my slacks. It takes all the willpower I have not cum right then and there. Once again, I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Susan stands in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. She is watching us again. Marie looks up at her sister and beckons her over. Susan sits on the edge of the bed as we both sit up. Marie leans over and hugs her.
"You were bad." Marie states as she releases her embrace. "You knew when you watched us have sex before Chris left." That reality seems to hit Marie suddenly as she said the words. She puts a hand over her mouth for a moment before pulling it away. "You, you mastur... you fingered yourself watching us and you knew." Marie looks at me for confirmation. I can only nod slowly. "I don't know how I feel about that. It was one thing to have you watching us. That was kinky and naughty. But you watched us fuck, knowing we were all... related." Marie leans back against me. She takes my hand and brings it under her gown to her panties. "It's kind of dirty-bad, isn't it?" She asks, reaching up and rubbing her nipple slowly.
Susan looks at me. Now I see the shock in her face I was expecting earlier. I'm pretty sure my face has the same expression on it. "I... It is. Very hot. You two are both extremely sexy in your own right. But when you are together... yeah, hot, very hot. Watching you together turns me on. And knowing who we all are made it seem even kinkier, and somehow that turned me on even more." I can feel the surprise on my face. What is going on here?
Marie speaks again, softly. "I don't know what to do right now about you and me, Chris. But I know I want that feeling I woke up with just now. I want that feeling of you beside me, holding me close. I felt loved. It felt good." She pauses for a moment and sighs. "And your thick cock on my ass felt good too." She smiles at me, the first real smile in a while. "We'll just have to figure things out as we go along. Susan isn't going to tell anyone." Susan shakes her head in response. "I don't think you're going to tell anyone either. And I won't tell. We can be each other's dirty little secret."
An odd thought strikes me. "Philly is the city of brotherly love. Maybe it can be the city of cousinly love too." I say putting my arm around Marie's waist and pulling her close, "Or sisterly love."
Marie looks back at me. "Sisterly?" I shrug. She kisses my cheek. "Don't get too excited there, mister. I'm ok with her watching. I'm not sure about doing anything else with her, at least not yet" She pats my dick lightly. "Down boy." She kisses my cheek and leans into me, pressing her lips to mine and darting her tongue lightly inside my mouth.
Susan is blushing. I mean a deep crimson, blood-red cheeks type of blushing. My mind starts to race. Has she thought about having sex with me? Or with her sister? Or both of us? Just the thought of that makes my cock throb harder. Marie notices. She is rubbing him softly. Susan notices and does not look away from my tented crotch. Marie notices Susan staring at my cock and licks her lips hungrily. "I think big sis wants him to come out and play." She giggles.
My pants are tugged down, and my dick is freed. Marie strokes it up and down slowly. Susan is still transfixed, her chest heaves with each breath. There is a new, unspoken sexual tension in the room. Marie is working my cock like an expert. I know I will need to cum soon if she keeps this up. Susan is now running her hands lightly across her large breasts, clearly as aroused as I am. Marie pauses and strips her gown off, now giving her own nipples a little attention. Susan pulls the tie on her robe and it falls from her shoulders, revealing her big tits to us. She toys with her nipples too now, matching her sister's actions.
I am stroking myself slowly now. I don't want to cum yet, but the sight of the two sisters, side by side, topless, each teasing their nipples, and me in turn, is too much to resist. The smile on Marie's face is more than enough. The lustful gaze Susan is giving my dick spurs me on.
"He likes what he sees. Go ahead, sis, touch it. Feel how hard he is." She urges. Susan slides over beside me and I pull my hand away from my dick. She touches it tentatively at first, as if it was the first time. I immediately remember that it isn't. Marie kisses me at that moment, and the groan my thoughts elicit is lost in her mouth. Susan strokes my cock with the one hand and slides her other hand into her panties. Marie is kissing my neck and rubbing my chest seductively, as if I needed any further encouragement. Marie reaches out and tweaks one of Susan's nipples, drawing a surprised squeal from her sister.
Susan doesn't say word as she pulls her hand away from my dick. She stands up, smiling wordlessly, and pulls her panties down to the floor. Her pussy is well trimmed, with a small triangle of light-colored hair above her slit. Susan starts rubbing her pussy right there, directly in front of us. Marie coos and now starts rubbing her own little cunt, all the while watching Susan do the same. Susan puts one foot up on the edge of the bed beside me, giving Marie and I a closer look at her motions. She has now slid a finger inside her cunt and is sliding it in and out, with a little rotation back and forth as she does. I can see the moisture coating her lips. Marie spreads her legs wide open in response and pulls her pussy lips apart as she softly rubs her clit for her sister to see. All the while, I have a grip on my cock, stroking it firmly, but too entranced by the show in front of me to pay attention to it.
Marie glances my way and then suddenly she is bent over, her mouth has swallowed my dick. Her head bobs up and down as she sucks, making loud and obscene slurping noises, as if she was starring in a porn flick. Susan has both hands busy with her pussy now, one hand rubbing her little clit and the other finger fucking away. She steps closer to me and arches her back, causing one of her massive breasts to swing close to my face. Without thinking, I catch her nipple in my mouth and suck on it sharply. Susan moans loudly, and Marie looks up. She smirks at me, bringing her lips up to mine and prys her sister's nipple out of my mouth so she can suck on it herself. She uses her hands and grabs a hold of the massive tit, and we both lick and suck Susan's hard nipple together, our tongues dueling around and across it.
I let Marie win and shift my attention to her other nipple. Susan groans and presses my head into her tit I see her other hand is pulling Marie into her as well. I keep suckling, run a hand down her side, and slide it between her thighs. I feel another hand already there. Marie has a finger inside her sister's pussy. She fingers her sister slowly, and I content myself with flicking her protruding clit, all the while keeping my mouth latched to her hard nipple.
Marie pulls away and draws my attention as she gently pulls her finger out of Susan's pussy and smears some of the wetness on the nipple in front of her face. She then makes a sexy little show of licking it off, tasting her sister's juices and moaning loudly. I take her hand and suck Marie's finger into my mouth so we both can enjoy her sister's flavor.
Marie winks at her sister, then lays down on the bed and spreads her legs wide open. "Chris, I need your cock in my pussy right now!" She exclaims. I oblige her, climbing onto the bed and settling in between her legs. Just like that, we are fucking again in the bed, and her sister is watching us again, this time from a much closer vantage point. I build up a pretty good rhythm rather quickly, and Marie is moaning and talking dirty the entire time. "Ooh Chris. Fuck me. Look at my sister's wet pussy while you fuck mine. See her nice soft big titties. Watch her finger that hot pussy. She's fingering herself for us. She wants to get fucked too" Susan has her eyes closed, listening and moaning in approval.
Marie tense up underneath me. She puts her hand on her clit and is now pressing down on her little button. Her pussy is gripping my cock like a vise. She grabs Susan by the hand and pull her closer. She whispers for her to sit up against the headboard. Susan crawls over her sister, giving me a nice look at her full ass. I can't resist reaching out and giving it a squeeze.
She settles in, knees up, legs spread wide with Marie's head just below her pussy. Susan and I lock eyes now and she licks her full lips, both hands returning to their tasks of getting her off. Marie calls out to me as she climaxes, and I feel the vibrations inside her on my dick. She howls out as the orgasm takes control of her body momentarily.
Susan is spurred on by this and her fingers become a flurry of motion, back and forth across her clit and in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. I can feel my own cum rising from below. Marie regains her voice and tells me she wants me to pull out and cum on her stomach. I thrust up inside her hard one last time, and withdraw, stroking myself above her. Marie is toying with her nipples and encouraging both her sister and I to cum. I am watching Susan, and she is watching me. God this is so hot.
Suddenly, I start to shoot streams cum all over. The first shot lands on Marie's chin. The next few sprays end up landing on her tits, with the final bursts coating her stomach and filling her navel. The last dribbles fall on her smooth, soaked mound as I lean back on my knees, spent. Susan starts to scream out and I get a really nice view of her pussy squirting as she cums hard. The warm liquid arcs up and out of her, and splashes all over Marie's head, face and neck. Susan is trembling with her orgasm, while Marie keeps toying with her rock-hard nipples. Marie reaches down and rubs her clit quickly and firmly, earning herself one last, smaller orgasm. I lean down and kiss her, tasting Susan's cum juices on her lips. That was amazing. Marie's body is a mess. My cum coating her torso, her sister's spray on her face, and her own juices rolling down the inside of her legs and pooling under her butt. I take several mental snapshots of the scene. Marie wipes her face and smiles up at me.
Susan's big tits are heaving to catch her breath, as are Marie's smaller ones. My dick has started to lose much of its girth as it retracts, totally spent. The room smells sweet of sex. Marie whispers she needs cuddles, and her sister slides her body down along hers. I fall to the other side. We press our bodies close and fall asleep, together, naked, spent, and satisfied.
I'm not sure what we will do tomorrow. I don't know how this relationship will turn out. I don't have a clue what to tell our family. Right now, I don't really care. I just want to fuck like that again, and again, and again. And I want it soon. But first, I need some sleep. I glance at a clock and the thought hits me as I doze off. 27 Hours until I have class. That's a lot of time. | literotica |
It was too quiet.
Normally, their picnics ended in one of two ways: either Shrapnel got stuffed with milk, or he did the stuffing… then got stuffed with milk. For their day out to go by without anything of the sort happening was nothing if not suspicious, downright terrifying once the wolf got started thinking about the implications. It was even worse considering how Elizabeth herself had acted as well: perfectly normally.
It had been years since he’d seen the serval behave in such a manner. More often than not, it was a thin veneer of civility and decency plastered over an endlessly bubbling furnace of horny that no person could ever hope to control; he could tell the difference, too: the occasional swishing and puffing of her tail, the sly sideways glances, the way her fur stood on end whenever he made a particularly risqué comment…
This, of course, when she wasn’t being overtly lewd, at which point all bets were off. So for Liz to act in a perfectly normal fashion, and normal in the sense that it was actually normal rather than a pretence of it, was disconcerting, and not in a minor way. For the first hour, Shrapnel fully expected to be ambushed by something; he didn’t know what, nor did he care to find out, but he was on high alert with most of his brain function directed towards his senses, just to make sure nothing could sneak up on him.
That nothing happened threw him off. He kept expecting something to take place: maybe a word placed in the right spot for maximum effect, or a movement of her chest to make her breasts land on his lap, maybe even something more direct, like her literally sitting on him… but nothing happened. No matter how much he looked, how many processing schedules were dedicated to anticipating something, nothing happened, and that was absolutely terrifying.
Past a certain point, Shrapnel almost wanted to be ambushed. He would take the certainty of a loss over the complete lack of… anything, really, that he was experiencing at that time. Just himself, Elizabeth, a tarp, a beautiful day out, and some sandwiches; there were people around them, regular people going about their regular day, even a few that recognised them and rightfully gave the couple a wide berth to avoid being caught up in whatever ridiculous shenanigans they were definitely about to get up to. But there was nothing; just the two of them.
It took a while for Shrapnel to get used to this idea, which was, he presumed, the reason why Liz had suggested they have lunch outdoors and then stick around for the rest of the afternoon. If the first hour was spent expecting something to happen, the second and third served as the dénouement of sorts, only one absent a climax. There was no grandiose release, no growth spurt to cover the whole city, just… sandwiches. And a couple of ants, that as well; couldn’t have a picnic without ants.
“Enjoying yourself?” Liz eventually asked, her eyes denoting naught but absolute sincerity; surely a lie, given the way she normally acted, “It’s a great day out!”
“Yeah, yeah…” was Shrapnel’s non-answer, nodding along as he didn’t even bother to look directly at his own partner, “Yeah, it’s a good day. Not what I was expecting, actually.”
If Elizabeth caught on to what the wolf had attempted to say with that, she didn’t make it at all obvious. Her smile was still there, that little sparkle in her eyes as well, and when she offered him another sandwich, Shrapnel couldn’t help but notice that her shirt was still firmly on and lacking any obvious spillage from the bra underneath it. Truly, he’d gone completely insane, because there was no way in all the seven hells that Elizabeth would ever go that long without at least teasing him somewhat.
But, alas, she did, and he was stuck dealing with it as best as he could. The afternoon went by, and before he knew it, Shrapnel was answering back with words that meant something, actually chatting along with Liz whenever she brought something up. It should’ve been something of a wake-up call that he found this to be bizarre; after years of being together, the thought of just sitting down and discussing random stuff that came to mind was… weird. Like he should be doing something more, but… he couldn’t.
This was how other people lived. The people who didn’t have to worry about having a partner with a sex drive so hyperactive that it would bring shame upon most professional breeders; the people who could sit down and have a conversation without having to worry about being pounced or having a fuck-knows-how-big serval practically impaling themselves on the nearest cock. It was normal, and it wasn’t normal, because it wasn’t their normal.
But… he could come to like that. It had, in fact, been so long that he’d forgotten what it was like, but now that he had a whole afternoon where he didn’t have to do anything other than lounge about and waste time, it came back to him, especially the first days spent with Liz: back then, she hadn’t yet become the lust monster she would eventually turn out to be, and the budding couple could spend hours occupying themselves with mundane tasks, absent any kind of fear or trepidation or the need to obey a milking schedule.
So he relaxed… eventually. Shrapnel couldn’t just deprogram years of his life in a heartbeat, especially not when part of him was still convinced Elizabeth was pulling a fast one on him, but he eventually relented; maybe, he thought to himself, he should just shut up and appreciate what he had while it still lasted. If they were destined to go back to the usual anyway, he might as well make the best out of his time there while the normalcy was still alive and well, rather than have to look back later and bemoan the fact that he threw the opportunity down the drain.
Indeed, he even went so far as to ask for extra ketchup for one of his sandwiches, something he rarely ever did on account of what Elizabeth liked to do with squirtable condiments whenever she got her hands on literally any of them. And she passed it over, with no repercussions, with no unseen consequences, without even a sly look; just some ketchup, in a bottle, and the most beautiful serval that Shrapnel had ever seen.
A few seconds later, he would wake up somewhere with no light, and no sound. The shock was enough to keep him silent for several minutes, as he tried to ascertain whether he had suddenly and inexplicably fallen asleep, or if his conscious experience had been shot and he lost several hours or days. He couldn’t move either; when he tried, it felt like his arms and legs were restrained by the wrists and ankles. At least he had arms and legs; he was definitely alive, even if the shock of transition was enough to make him doubt it.
He tried to speak, but it came out muffled, and it was then that he realised his mouth was plugged with something… and not a ball gag either. It was long, hard, tasted distinctly of plastic, and it didn’t stop in his mouth, being very much stuck further down his throat; bright flashes of red erupted on Shrapnel’s cheeks as he came to understand just what he’d been gagged with, followed by a handful of moans that unfortunately escaped from him before he had the chance to stop it.
A few more experimental twists and pulls revealed to him that he was fully stuck; there was some give to his restraints, which appeared to be some sort of bracelets connected to wires or ropes, but only just enough to let him writhe about a few inches in any direction. With his hands and feet held above him, he was in the worst possible position to free himself, barring some incredible feat of gymnastics he had no chance of pulling off. He was vulnerable, just there in midair, hanging from what he could only assume was a ceiling.
Though he had missed it initially, the more he woke up, and the more he familiarised himself with how he was tied up, the more Shrapnel came to notice there was another part of him that was definitely “tied up” and definitely incapable of moving around as freely as it used to be able to… and almost immediately, he realised why Elizabeth had been so nice and well-behaved during their picnic.
How foolish of him to think he could have a day out without anything like this happening.
He couldn’t tell what sort of machine was plugged into his sheath, but he could tell said sheath was significantly bigger than normal and it had some sort of cup attached to it; the suction variety, perhaps, though he couldn’t see where the tubes went. The wolf had a small moment of panic when he thought he saw the glint of plastic leading out of his mouth and downwards, but… surely even Elizabeth wouldn’t go that far; there were limits to decency that even the serval wouldn’t cross, he was sure of it.
Then again, if there were, they definitely didn’t include chemical warfare. The pheromone levels in that room had to be several times higher than normal, and Shrapnel had zero ability to measure them; he just knew Elizabeth by scent, and knew for a fact that this was hers wafting all over the place from all over the place. It was as if she was everywhere, her presence felt in every direction, her body there, next to him, pressing against his form, his nostrils, his brain, his inner mind, until she was all that Shrapnel could think about.
He closed his eyes. Trapped as he was, Shrapnel knew exactly what was going to happen… sort of. He had plenty of options for what might happen, specifically, but he was reasonably certain he could think of every single one of them; for all that Elizabeth was a boundless source of energy, she did like to keep her repertoire limited, her logic being that she might as well learn to do one thing really well rather than split herself between a hundred different things and be mediocre at best at them.
Then again, it wasn’t like Shrapnel needed anything fancy. Just her scent alone was enough to drive him wild, doubly so given the get-up he was dressed up in. If he were free to walk around, then at least he’d be able to rationalise away his instinctive need to fuck something and try to pretend like he wasn’t inevitably going to break down and give in to his primal side; there though, he was hanging from up above and unable to do anything other than contemplate his own desires, leaving him with very little recourse but to turn inwards.
And that was never a good idea.
All it took was a single horny thought getting through for all the rest to come following. It wasn’t a dam being broken so much as a door being pulled open by a very polite stranger who didn’t mind letting everyone else in, nevermind the opsec risks involved. One idea after another, creating a single train of thought linking together to give Shrapnel plenty to think about, all without Elizabeth even having to be present! Such was her power that the mere hint of her existence was often more than enough for Shrapnel to lose himself almost completely, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Of course, it’d be naive of him to think that the serval would ever leave him in such a state and not be close by to take advantage of him; it was entirely unsurprising that she would step out of the shadows and appear in front of him, fully nude and with the widest grin on her face. Also entirely unsurprising that she allowed her body to grow in excess to what it had been like… whenever the picnic had taken place; Shrapnel had a slight moment of panic when he realised he couldn’t remember when last he’d seen the sun, everything before the point of his awakening covered in a thick haze that refused to be dispelled regardless of how much effort he put into trying to do so.
“I have to say, it took you a while,” Elizabeth cooed, her voice far too sweet for someone in the nude and carrying what looked to be a riding crop, “I thought a drop would do, but you ended up needing the whole thing! Cost me a pretty penny, you know? Not like I can buy those things over the counter, big boy.”
And there came the words. It was unfair; Elizabeth knew that he couldn’t resist those combinations of sounds, knew that he melted almost immediately on hearing them. Most of the time he’d be ecstatic to be called as such, but given present circumstances, the last thing he needed was for his whole body to shiver and tremble as the words “I am a big boy” coursed through his head like some sort of mantra. A pity, since that was exactly what happened; by the time he was done with himself, he could only catch Liz mid-sentence.
“-and then dragging you in, that was a pain,” the serval mused aloud as if having failed to notice her prisoner hadn’t been listening, “but now you’re here! And now I get to have you all for myself, where you can’t just leave the room whenever it gets too hot.”
Oh, now he was screwed. Shrapnel’s eyes went wide as he came to remember when last he’d heard Elizabeth complain about that exact same thing, back when she suggested doing something that left him so red in the face that one could be forgiven for thinking he wasn’t himself. He recalled exactly what she wanted to do, and now the overabundance of her scent made perfect sense.
The serval took a step forward, her body barely visible in the gloom. There had to be some light coming from somewhere, but it was likely to be a lone window or a subpar ceiling lamp; all Shrapnel could properly make out from Liz were her breasts, and those were hardly difficult to miss: large enough to cover most of her front, leaving only the waistline visible, and packed with enough milk to defy their teardrop shape and retain a more spherical one, those were exactly what Shrapnel wanted, and he couldn’t avoid formulating that thought even if he tried.
Whimpering, the wolf did his best to release himself from his binds, resulting only in him getting his wrists and ankles chafed and sore by the end of his pitiful attempt. He had to hand it to Elizabeth: she did know her knots. A cackle coursed through him, muffled by the… thing in his mouth and throat, the last hurrah and form of agency he still had; the closer the serval got to him, the more powerful the cloud of mind-warping pheromones, and the less of him there was to go around. Soon enough, there would be no Shrapnel, the person, only Shrapnel, the mindless wolf breeder with a single thought in his head.
“I’m sorry it had to come to this, I truly am,” Elizabeth lied, her face barely containing a grin, “but you have to understand, I needed to prepare to give you what you wanted! It’s not like I can just magic up a whole warehouse whenever I want to, and it wasn’t exactly cheap! You should be thankful, pup, I went through a lot of trouble for this!”
As much as Shrapnel wanted to protest, or at least ask what Elizabeth meant by warehouse, he couldn’t, and not just because he had what he presumed was a rubber dick in his mouth. There was truth in her words, the kind that he couldn’t refute, because heavens knew he absolutely wanted to be there, and had spent years by that point pretending he didn’t.
It was a game the two of them played: he claimed he didn’t want to be tied up, and Elizabeth pretended that she didn’t know better. Rinse and repeat until the number of awkward situations reached a critical tipping point, the serval made a particularly lewd comment, and the two of them had to externalise some of the horny energy in the only way they knew how; return to step one. They’d been at it almost since their sex life began, and despite his best efforts, Shrapnel still hadn’t been able to make the leap from sheepishly acting like he wasn’t desperate for this opportunity, to actually asking for it.
Elizabeth, as it seemed, got tired of waiting, and the wolf couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of gratitude for it. The method was unorthodox, potentially damaging as well, but at least it freed him from the burden of choice; this way, he didn’t have to sit down and explicitly tell Liz exactly how he wanted her to turn him into her literal fucktoy, nor would he have to give instructions either. He trusted her enough to know what his buttons were, and knew better than to interrupt when she was practising her craft; plus, he had a muzzle keeping him quiet, so there was that as well.
The serval finished talking somewhere during this introspective moment, with Shrapnel tuning back in at just the right moment to see her take a few steps back and clap her hands twice. What followed was a blinding flash of light that caused him to instinctively close his eyes and scream into the plastic mould keeping him well and quiet, at least until the bright spots in his vision went away and he managed to see where he even was… and promptly went wide-eyed yet again.
He expected to be in their basement; even with talk of warehouses, he earnestly believed Elizabeth had merely dragged him home, hung him from the ceiling, and called it a day. Unfortunately for him, only one of those was true, and given how high up the damned thing was, one wondered how much “preparation” went into readying his restraints for his limp self to be hoisted up.
Shrapnel was, indeed, inside a warehouse, and not a small one either. Were he still capable of stopping to think about such trivialities, the wolf might’ve figured out he was inside a storage area for a shipping company, or a hangar designed for larger aircraft. There were no crates there, though, only glass tubes: enormous ones, presumably built out of a reinforced version of their base material, sitting in several neat rows on one end of the warehouse, with a vast array of machinery right in front of them.
He knew what those things were, and were it not for him having that damned blockage in his throat, would’ve gulped loudly at the sight. How exactly Elizabeth found the money to buy, or at least rent out so many milking pumps, he’d rather not know; he was certain he’d get to the end of the month and see a beautifully enormous expense tagged on his credit card statement somewhere. Still, it was necessary, given what was about to happen; the way he was restrained, how his sheath was covered by what was unmistakably a clear plastic suction cup, and how Elizabeth had nothing on but a wide, toothy smile, he knew what her plan was.
Still took her a while before she took the first step, and when the initial droplets of milk splattered on the floor below her, Shrapnel knew why. Of course she wouldn’t just tease him, she was Elizabeth; everything she did had to be done excessively, otherwise it wouldn’t be her, now would it? She had to go above and beyond, and that meant letting her tits bloat with even more dairy, until they weren’t just covering her upper half. It meant dragging those things across the floor until one of her nipples, by that point covering most of her breast’s front and with a bud larger than Shrapnel’s head, was mere inches away from the wolf.
She, again, said nothing. There was no intention for him to drink there; if there was, the serval would’ve kept the damned things small enough to fit in his mouth. No, they were there for him to watch, for his eyes to feast upon, as that was all he had; letting him touch would mean freeing him, and that just wasn’t possible, not until he gave Elizabeth what she was looking for… whatever that was. All Shrapnel wanted was to ask what the point of it all was, but something told him he’d know sooner rather than later; and indeed, after a few minutes of trying to hold himself back from climaxing on sight alone, Elizabeth actually did something: she turned up the pheromones.
There was no snapping of fingers or statement of intent. One moment the air was merely thick with her scent, the next it was so immensely overloaded that Shrapnel was worried he wouldn’t be able to breathe properly, with Liz’s natural scent replacing the ambient oxygen supply. That’d be a hell of a way to go though: literally choking on Elizabeth’s presence. Maybe it was the restraining, maybe it was his own latent kinks surfacing once again, but the thought was significantly hotter than it really should be.
Mercifully for the wolf, Elizabeth had other ideas. She did still drive her pheromone supply to levels that would’ve been considered impossible for most people, but she had no intention of literally drowning him in it; rather, she did it to drive him towards a peak. It had been her intention from the beginning: get the wolf to be tied down as she edged him on her scent alone, and then reshape him into the breeder of her dreams.
Or, as the case may be, plug him and let the pumps have their way with him.
“Now, I’m expecting you to fill all of those,” she finally spoke up, waving one hand towards the myriad of containers in front of her little prisoner, “and don’t worry, they’re extra-strength, you shouldn’t be able to crack one in the time it takes to divert the flow to the next one. You know, unless you’re feeling like putting in some effort, big boy~”
Elizabeth could, of course, have merely said this. She could’ve avoided the small lilt at the end where her voice went softer and the tone shifted to that of near-maternal love. She could’ve done all of this and still refrained from bending forwards so she was lying atop of her breasts like some sort of throne. But she didn’t, because she was Elizabeth, and the Elizabeth that Shrapnel knew didn’t do things by half-measures; it was either full-on debauchery or nothing, and she never picked the latter.
“Now, I’m gonna need you to start producing, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to turn up the heat a bit,” Liz carried on, almost immediately increasing her scent’s strength, “not by much, but you should be noticing a difference soon enough; if you feel the need to fuck something, just make sure not to buck your hips too much, the machine isn’t rated for the sort of stuff you get up to. Just… you know, stay there. And let it happen!”
Easy for her to say. She didn’t have a cock already emerging from its sheath, easily twice as big as it normally would be; of course that damned growth was contagious, it always was, he could never get away with just growing temporarily! Not that he’d want to, but… what was he thinking again? | yiff-extreme |
Title: Alter history by Chris Vasquez
Tags: Alien, Communism, Death, M/F, Mass Effect, Space, Violence, cloning
*This story contains events that are **OFF-BASED** on an alternate reality of the scenarios of **Mass Effect**. I do not own any races, weaponry, and some planets that will be mentioned into furthur stories into this project.*
*War Violence is implimented into the story events along with drama of political arguements. Viewer Discresion is Advised.....*
*The fate of several thousand pods of Turians are in the fate of one Geth... His name is D. 46710, or as the nickname Sergei 'he' gave himself after he read of a historical infantry man who fought in Human history as the greatest soldier of all time. None of his employers ask why he gave himself such a strange name, a human name at that. But his given name isn't the thing that makes him bizarre from his fellow brethren.*
*Thee odd behavior recorded by fellow Geth mentioned D.46710 as a Organic lifestyle and feelings like one. He Ran out to pursue its own dream to create life like the so called "God" or "The firstborn". Through the years he gained funds by stealing from fellow mercenaries and businesses but with one or no casualty. This causing the Geth to label him as a "obsolete", for his own protection he created his armor from the densest element know in any kind. Well, an also the fact half of the universe is trying to kill him.*
*His armor consist of Element Zero, the densest and most unstable metal known throughout the galaxies. An armory of the most dangerous weapons known to alien kind.*
*But know we must go and see to our little techno friend now and witness his work.*
He walks through the hundred of Cell Pods and finds one baby Turian. It giggles at its robot father as the little one rubs his tired eyes. D. 46710 chuckles as he flips a few switches and a small light flashes calling five small hovering drones with pitchfork arms lifting the pod. Sergei waves for the next set of Robots labeled ALPHAS which were the small creatures with pitchfork arms.
Once seven more pods were selected the Turians took a trip to the Class Gene Lab (CGL). Once taken inside the lab after a wave of his Omni-Tool the plasma door slides open as the pods land in eight ground latches, they connect to the pods of awaken children by tentacle-like arms electrifying the bottom as to sticks through the tube and makes the pods stick to the ground like concrete.
"Cell pods are connected to durable CLASS accessories such as Soldiers, Vanguards, Biotics, and Support beings. Check characteristics and behavior for best via Choices\_."\_ A group of black Geth programmed to be tolerant like him beep in response to agree with his command. Each man one of the Cell Pods, hit a few switches and the pods open spewing the infant lizards.
"Remember my brothers, inject them with the right Auto-Growth hormone and send them to their own cells for the night to meet they're new suits. By tomorrow they will mature to adult growth, give them a nutritious breakfast and wait for they're employers for pickup in the cargo hull." One of the robots wave at D. 46710.
"Goodnight Sir... Command initiated to fellow Squad."
D. leaves the lab as he is greeted by an old friend by the name of *Huntre*.
\_"\_Hello Geth Boy. Long time no see... I stopped by to see you minions." He chuckles as he takes a drag of his pipe.
"I wish you wouldn't call my children that, they take it to offense even if you are kidding."
"My apologies friend, you make the finest Turians, that are factory made anyways. If you want I have a fellow by the name of Morellian that could lean you his DNA for some Krogan Purebreds?"
"No. I cannot house any other specimens at the moment till the funds that the *Hell Hound Gang* were sending me. But once I do I will need to study the species from the beginning to Modern time for Scientific and Organic surveys."
"Understandable Sergei, well I'm going to rest or how you say *Charge*. Night." He walks up the stairs as D. walks down to the Sub-levels to his room were its furbished with guns, energizing kits and medi-gel canisters. He connects to the process cord and falls into *Hibernation*. During his first years of being free for my own goals I managed to program my Monitoring System to give me dreams while in deactivation mode.
I wake up to what feels like two earth seconds later from the sound of a knock on the door. I grab a M-27 Scimitar Assault Shotgun.I hit a key near the levitating panel, the door turns crystal clear for five seconds only for me to see one of my employers from the Blood Hounds. The alien subject was a Vorcha, one of the battle woven leaders.
He gave himself after the name of an ancient human in the Name of Vladimir after the man who drank the blood of his enemies. Since his species were *spark makers* already this could kill a complete central computer with this helping his scare factor, it doesn't help the fact he walks with his Turian Generals who like him drink blood and have formed into demonic creatures over the small five years.
Unlike other Vorcha who despise everything he could tolerate some aliens to an extent of his powers. His Clan consist of Turians, Krogans, Salarians, and of course his own family of Vorchas. I wasn't apart of this Mercenary group, I was just another supplier of another inevitable war. What can I say, "*You kill a little to give a little*".
He had a partnership with the Blood Pack Gang but were a dangerous enemy to the Black Suns and the Eclipse Merc groups.
"Good evening my Breeding friend, a thousand apologies for showing up unannounced but it was just to hurry on my new children I ordered."
"Yes, right this way Mister Vlad." We walk down to the *Cell Rooms* with all eight adult Turians inside. "As you can see they're bodies are sculpted to be the best of athletes for their kind. Each color of suits displays what class of fighter they are such as the list shows." I beam in a pad that was connected to the mainframe's wall. It displayed the following.
Red: Soldier
Blue: Vanguard
Green: Engineer
Black: Biotics
"I see Sergei... It seems basic, yet at least this will help me specify them. Good work on your part." His generals open the doors for the Turians without talking they walk over to Vlad's ship. I wave to the children goodbye, I felt so proud of my boys going to have a better life. Vlad walks over to his ship while one of the Generals wave over to the pilot. They Lift off as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look over to see one of my other mature Turians staring confused at the ship that left my small world.
"W- Where did brothers go father? Will they come back?" I felt the signal of pain without being harmed like how organic mortals feel guilt. I pat his shoulder as we walk away.
"Your brothers were ready to become great warriors for a great cause..." I send a shockwave from my Omni-Tool opening hidden doors and storages for a flood of Turians walk out and begin to chatter to one another as I walk to my room to complete my unfinished rest.
You may wonder why I hid all of these sediments of clones, simple. I only give my second best Turians that can only live half the years a true Turian can. It sounds like slavery cause it is, in a humane fashion. I feed, cloth, arm and everything possible without the reason to treat them like trash or a dead computer. Unlike my competition who throw away the closest problematic offspring.
I save them all to choose their own fate without unloving them. Even if it puts harm to me later in their own life.
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*Sergei's work astound the scientific community by being the only Geth who wanted to be an Organic being and making fast accelerated life of the Turian species. Though the turian Government wanted him to close down they had to listen to orders of the supreme laws that were passed by the Citadel. Sadly leaders of the Turians in the capital instead hired Mercenary groups to eliminate the Lab and city sized territory D.46710 created. Blood Hounds roam the considered city calling it "Haven", Every day a thousand Turians are spawned in the world to go through an hour a training that equals a lifetime of combat experience.*
*In the beginning of 2162 war rang out of the Solarece Galaxy over the control of the cloning technology. Sergei Sent his enormous army to conquer all seven "Pure" planets for resources and food. Two years into the battle for so called "Turf War" he became or was considered a Communist Leader and gained support by the Krogans who in 2165 joined his army.*
*With two of the most dangerous armies he became invincible, from a Geth who cared for life to Supremacy of an entire Galaxy, The Citadel marked him as more feared military Machine. Even passed the Geth and Reapers...*
*We now go through the vision of a newborn named Hybrid, part Soldier and Support. Allowing him to pick up any turret or heavy and small weapon with ease.*
"*Theory*, Alliance forces are attempting to evade our MACRO Rounds and are reaching orbit. Man your turrets and get into a defensive position on their LZ. I can't see how many are coming at you so make sure you warn your AA units to ready to be HOT."
"Rodger that *Forgery* we informed all units to stamp out sniping positions near a click South West of the blue sun were the heat radiation is straight on them. Our Support soldiers and Biotics we'll be the bait for the dropped forces. *Theory* out."
I nervously gripped my *Claymore M-300* as I sense the other warships, my comrades and I take Suppressive fire positions as the Men and women file out with guns blazing. Our three biotic Turians click they're fingers as two rifleman burst into hot magma and scream in bloody murder. I raise my Shotgun and slug out two other Alliance members.
A second ship falls through and drops Tesla Rope for other Tangos to spew on us but was cut short as a ML-77 rockets blow a huge chunk out and forces it a crash landing behind us. I turn to meet our Heavy Krogan laughing evilly as he shoots a flare in the air signaling our snipers to start picking off targets on the remaining or still barely breathing Soldiers. Two Support Krogans opening fire with a 144-LMG turrets on the covered Alliances were two that were caught in the open are thrashed into bloody ribbons.
I see on my HUD the marked targets, their life signatures went as fast as they appeared. The snipers shoot a green Smoke Grenade on the house next to them as a Orbital beam destroys the building in seconds. They rush out of the firing ring as we take cover in a Battle Den. I Start to run for the door when I hear a scream.
"Agh! Turian down!" I quickly turn and holster my shotgun to help my comrade up to see shrapnel covering his back. I scoop him up as we crawl together to a fortified bunker. I rush him through the door as the three Krogan Vanguards shut and conceal the metal barrier. I give him a Medi-Gel as I begin to takeout the Metal chunks from his suit. I look around to see other squads of injured and weak men with women of our friendly races, I tried to ignore the dying and focus on not making another man suffer.
Two Geth Medical Droids begin work on the Turian and send us a data update for new orders. It pushes me away and focuses on my comrade I saved.
"*Theory* We've received news of an Assault in progress. The Fatherland is sending Vorcha units to thin out their offenses. Advise to take a Medical, and Support Unit to dish out firepower and if not able to cover a retreat to the Barracks."
"Rodger, Alright boys! I need TWO fellow fighters to join me on another defensive mission, Who will nut up and gun up? Raise your hand and tell me your name." I grab a Tempest SMG and a few Clips for the cooler units of my guns as a Krogan in HellClash suit storing Medi-Gels and a "Recover Unit" in his chest pouch. He grabs *a M-9 Pacifist Sidearm*.
"My name is *Maric*, I WAS a medic for my squad till they were slaughtered by a *Templar Nuke.* Now I see a time for me to give some pay back to these little pansies." I scan to see that this Krogan is in fact a *she!* Very Rare to see a female in a battle ground. She grabs two M-8 Predator Pistols.
I nod connecting our Omni-Tools together for her life support to be added to my group as I look for another soldier with the will to fight so we may have a slight chance to win. Or just stay alive.
Maric walks with me through the weak or sick men who even the Krogans looked away. Until we run to a Geth who is cleaning his Pulse Rifle and Widow Material Sniper. I knew he was a bot with few words, I just motion for him to be on my side and he walks over with his rifles.
He hits his Omni-Tool and the droids status is linked with us
He already programs his status to my HUD and our status links to him. The Geth's name was *Circuit*, classic name by machines I bet he nods to *Maric* who nods back as we walk out the airfield doors. Just like the Med Bay soldiers of *Sergei's* Army run frantically for supplies, weapons, or injured. The pilot signals us to a Pred-Bird, I load up onto the passenger doors as I help my comrades pile in.
We lift off to the other side of town, we pass the time with small talk.
"So... *Maric*, I didn't know female Krogans fought in battle. Were you enlisted or were you always a warrior?"
"Both, after the Birth Plague swept my home world. I couldn't stand only having one child survive the birth process out of ten so I decided to join a Mercenary Group with my Clan Leader." I stay silent for a minute to understand what plague she was mentioning.
"What was your clan leaders name?"
"*Morellian*, he was a fine Man of all of our kind."
"*Morellian*... I think I heard Father talk of a Krogan by that name years ago." We land near a battlefield full of bodies of Vorcha and Alliance Military scattered near one another. I pick up an M-8 Avenger and slap a Cooling Clip into it as I motion to move on.
"So *Circuit* what brings you to the Turf War?"
"Nothing, I considered this a small skirmish to hone my skills on the field. Not anything more than that." He shoulders his Geth Rifle as we enter into another building. Were immediately met fire from 12 and 3 o'clock as we sweep to cover.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" I look over to see three Vorchas setting their rifles down with blood flowing eyes meaning, they're enraged. I cautiously move towards them.
"Whose in command for your squad?"
"No one sir, he was killed from the breach charge in the Sub-Levels. W survived the first few waves till they brought Infiltrator Mechs then we were forced to run to the middle levels and hide with the dead."
"Cowards! You call yourselves Vorchas..." I stop *Maric* from saying anymore as a gleam from across the hall. Oh fuck.
"Snipers!" My team roll to cover.
The other found comrades weren't so lucky as they cry in pain while blood spews out their chest and stomachs. Our Geth droid tosses a Cluster Grenade directly at the opposition. Once it explodes I slide out of cover with my Avenger Assault Rifle.
"Cover me!"
I hear Circuits Widow Maker fire shots over my head as *Maric* rushes with me duel firing her Predator Pistols. I dive behind a blown out unknown vehicle. I peek over to almost have my cranium blown straight off.
"Shit! *Circuit.* Suppress those bastards while I try to find a suitable flank position. *Maric!* Start towards the injured. If you can save them try too. Now!"
I don't begin to sprint until I can sense the humans reticules are now attempting to target the Geth droid as I begin to climb the stairs to the snipers left side. I peer through a corner of cover to see them totally exposed. I ready my *Claymore M-300,* take a deep breath and rush them as I open fire executing the last two hostiles in seconds.
"All Clear team!" I Roll dive down to the safety of ground level as I sprint to my fellow fighters. *Maric* is at work bandaging up one of the three Vorcha soldiers. His side bleeding but seems to be able to continue fighting. *Circuit* following behind me, from what I can tell how he's walking this seems like nothing but another exercise for combat.
"Good job. For a fleshy anyways."
I merely chuckle as the TAC-COMM lights up in warning. Not good.
"*Theory*! Be advise, 30+ tango's are moving onto your position with HTM's (Heavy Kill Teams) about to touchdown on your vicinity in twenty seconds! Were sending out a Field Marshall, along with four extra Krogans. *Forgery* out."
"Shit..... Everyone to defensive positions!! *Circuit.* Take the elevated sniper nest, they're should be plenty of Cooler Clips for your rifle. The rest of you follow me!" While our sniper rushes to his coordinated position while I manage to find a suitable debris for proper defensive firefight. With *Maric* and the new Vorcha named *Versillion* positioned next to her getting injected with a *Med-Gel*. I wait nervous as ever on the opposing attack, wishing I live through this skirmish.
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Title: Chapter 2: Friends for Lunch, or Something More? by Noreu Hotishima
Tags: Bunny, Handjob, M/M, Oral, Spooge, Wolf
Author's Notes: Well, I hope that last one peaked some of your interest, and I'll be getting more into all the good yiffy stuff in a bit, so meh. Anyways, here is chapter two, hope ya'll enjoy it. x3
Chapter 2: Friends for Lunch, or Something More?
A loud and disturbing ringing came from an alarm clock next to Rin's bed, and with a groan and lift of his closest arm, was able to hit the snooze on it before yawning and sitting up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as his ears flopped back behind his head. Lifting off the covers slowly, he turned and placed his large feet against the floor, pushing to rise up slowly with another stretch while his eyes fixed to look about the room. Something had changed, the suitcase and the drawing tables were moved, clothes were hanging off the end of the spare bed, and a wolf was sleeping in it, the blankets having been half way thrown off his body and was sleeping with his head turned away, so the bunny wasn't able to get a close look.
For now though, he paid it no mind and headed off towards the bathroom that their room was lucky to have, only dorm room with its own bathroom. Rin loved it. It wasn't that he didn't like being around other naked furs, oh hell no, it was just that he liked to hum or sing a bit to himself, and as he shut the door behind him and discarded his boxers, the bunny fur began to do just that, hum lightly as he turned on the water and stepped it.
It was a bit of a rush, the water was always cold at first no matter how much you turned the hot water on, and caused Rin to make a noise of shock and shiver, but was giving a light murring once the water turned warm and washed over his fur. Reaching for a bar of soap and used it to begin lathering up his body, humming out more as his murring sometimes distorted his tune. Even though he was cleansing himself, the bunny couldn't help but think of the previous night. "That wolf..." Rin said, whispering and murring quietly. "I wonder where he is now..." And even though the bunny was having such thoughts, he knew where, even though he didn't realize it, that the wolf was sleeping in his dorm.
"Damn clock..." Noreu groaned as he turned a bit after a few minutes from hearing Rin's clock go off, and began the same process that his roomy did before, but this time found himself blinking and looking down towards his lap. "Oh lovely..." sighed the wolf, finding his Morning Wood a full attention. He was thinking about that bunny last night, at work, thought about him in his dream, and even now was still doing it. Noreu gave another light sigh as he stood up and stretched then began to walk over towards his dresser to pull out some clothes for the day ahead, and everything he had to do with it. Go get his class schedule, find his teachers, introduce himself to them, get what work he could to be caught up with the classes, and above all...wait for Rin's call.
By the time the wolf was halfway dressed, his jeans around his lower body, doing their best to hide his softening Morning Wood as he reached in to find a shirt before his ears finally caught the sound of running water and, humming? Figuring it was his roommate, he didn't care, and frankly, the humming could be heard easily over the water, and he rather enjoyed it. The wolf smiled as he found what he was looking for, a dark blue shirt with an arrow pointing down towards his crotch with words above it saying, 'Got a problem? Argue with this.' Noreu liked most of the shirts he wore, always something cocky about them, yet he never was. Now, finished with dressed and his wood finally gone, he began to head to the door, about the same time he heard the water stop in the bathroom, but the wolf was running late, so couldn't stay to meet his roomy.
"Hey there bud! we can meet later. I got thing's ta do!" calling out Noreu as the door opened and closed, giving Rin just enough time to finish drying his hair and stick his head out of the bathroom door to see his roommate's tail fly out of it and close, then heard his pawpads thumbing lightly down the hall as he figured he had gone into a run. Although what struck the bunny odd, was that the voice of wolf was closely familiar to him, yet he couldn't place quiet where. Rin had a few classes today and had to finish drying completely, then walked out of the bathroom and headed towards his dresser, pulling out his own pair of clothes, a light pair of denim jeans and a pink t-shirt.
As he finished dressing himself, Rin began to frantically look around for his soccer ball, wondering where it could have gotten to, then noticed it next to his roommate wolf's suitcase, that was still open and had a few clothes left in it. Rin then smiled and decided he could be a few minutes late. Taking his time the bunny anthro had began to move clothes from the suitcase to the wolf's dresser, setting them in nicely after folding them from reading what most said, giggling and laughing lightly from the phrases on them. "Oh, this will be a great year. I can tell already," were Rin's last words as he put the final article of clothing in the dresser and closed it, then went over and closed the suitcase.
It was then that the bunny froze, his eyes focusing on the initials of the wolf that was labeled on the suitcase. 'R.H.' Rin shook his head as he frowned lightly. "R.H. Noreu Hotishima? No...it couldn't be. Could it...?" The bunny wasn't sure if he was right or wrong. Of course there could be others out there with the initials R.H., but he met someone less than 12 hours ago with the same exact initials. Could it be coincidence? Rin shook his head once more, then set the suitcase at the foot of his roomy wolf's bed. He went back to grab his soccer ball when he looked at the clock. 10:23 AM. "Oh shit! I'm really late!" In a whirl of only rabbit speed, Rin reached out for his pack, held his soccer ball under his arm, and dashed out of the room, locking it and putting the key in his pocket as he flash of gray fur went down the hallway. Rin was almost half an hour late for class.
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Noreu was a bit pissed around noon. His teacher were nice, he understood easily, had little work that he didn't understand yet, and was a rather interesting place to be. But the students...those were a different matter. All cocky, pig-headed, arrogant anthros that thought their work was the best of all, when they were nothing but inkblots on a blank page compared to the wolves. He was a natural by heart and could recreate practically anything that he was asked to or saw, and had enough skills to draw perfectly from memory. But now, he was sitting in his Shelby Mustang in front of a cafe shop as he held his cell, wondering if the bunny was going to give him a ring or not.
It was just then that Noreu caught the sight of a gray furred bunny walking up with a large pack strung over his shoulder, which seemed a bit heavy for the hunched over form, and a soccer ball hanging from underneath the other arm. It was immediate to the wolf that it was Rin, and within a heartbeat was out of his car and jogging towards the bunny, stopping him to grab his pack, which was heavier than he thought, but nothing to the wolf as he smiled down at the smaller male with a friendly and cheerful voice, and somewhat excited as well. "Hey Rin. Need some help there?"
The bunny wasn't paying enough attention for the wolf until he felt his pack lifted off his shoulder and a familiar voice that quickly caused his ears to perk, turning his head up to look into the eyes of the wolf he met before. "Noreu!" Rin smiled brightly and giggled faintly with a nod, his strength renewed from seeing the wolf as he nodded. Noreu nodded back then cocked his head towards his car, leading the other towards it to where he could open the trunk and put the pack in the back of it. Rin only moved to set his soccer ball on the floor of the passenger side chair, smiling back at the wolf as they looked at each other, not saying anything for a few moments until Noreu broke the silence.
"Well...I said that we could set up something for lunch, and well," spoke the wolf casually, a bit shocked still from finding the bunny here, as he lifted his paw and stuck out his thumb as if he'd be hitch-hiking and pointed it towards the cafe before continuing on. "Care to?"
"I'd be delighted to." Rin kept his smile, walking forward with the wolf, side by side, into the cafe.
It was one Rin was familiar with, and which a good portion of the young furs nodded towards the bunny, but gave a curious glance at the wolf they've never seen before. Rin only giggled as they found a seat that was greeted by the tiger, lion, and rhino that were there whom got up and let the two have their seats. Rin smiled to them all and nodded before he sat down, Noreu sitting across from him as they faced each other, waiting for a waitress to come up. In no time a young slender leopard female came up and asked for their orders.
"The usual." Smiled the bunny boy still, looking over to his wolf friend as he gets his own order from a menu that was handed to him.
"Eh...I'm just have a burger and a coke," said the wolf as he finally made his order a moment or so later, the waitress writing it down and nodding as both males turned to lock eyes to each other once more. "Glad I could see you again Rin."
"Likewise handsome," giggled the bunny as gave a faint flush to his gray cheeks, Noreu doing the same with his brown cheeks as well from the compliment of the handsome rabbit himself.
"I wanted to ask you, exactly why did you take me to that door and shut us inside of it?" Noreu finally broke the light silence, watching as the flush started to slightly darken on the bunny's face as he cleared his throat to explain. But before he could, their meals were brought to them.
Noreu was handed his burger, done in nicely and smelled wonderful, along with his drink. Rin on the other hand got a large salad and a glass of water. The wolf smiled as he figured he wanted to keep in shape, and hell he did a good job of it. After they finished their lunches, both sat for a while as they stomachs settled from their food, but Noreu smiled at Rin with a wink, still waiting for his answer.
This caused Rin to find his blush to start coming along once more then leaned forward, Noreu leaning forward as well as Rin whispered into his ear. "I'm sorry...but my friends were all teasing me, and I just needed to get away with someone. I'm glad though, that it was you." The bunny moved back, smiling still as Noreu all too much remembered the feeling, nodding as they sat there for a while, Rin giving a small wave of his hand as the waitress came. "I have a tab still right? Well, put it on that. I'll come in at the end of the week to pay it off." The leopard gave a nod and walked off, Rin standing as Noreu soon followed in suite, both starting to walk out with the wolf following the bunny, both heading towards Noreu's car and getting in. Noreu put the keys in the ignition and started the car, letting the engine roar a few times before they took off to go for a small ride.
As they were heading out of the city to go see some of the sites that Rin talked of, both were rather enjoying the scenery around them, and each other's company. It wasn't until Noreu felt something touching his thigh that his eyes moved to look down to Rin's paw, lightly rubbing it as he smiled, causing the wolf to murr softly as they quickly took off down a side road, heading into the forest and stopping. The car turned off as they keys were turned and just hung from the ignition, the wolf murring out as the bunny kept rubbing his thigh, moving it closer towards the wolf's jeans zipper.
Within a few moments, the zipper and button was undone, jeans wide open, boxers pulled part way down, and a large piece of wolf meat risen into the air, a light gray bunny paw wrapped around it and moving up and down slowly along the length. The wolf was large, and that is what Rin liked most about males. If they were larger than him in size, he liked them, if they were larger in other ways, he liked them more. Noreu's member was at least 13 inches long and just slightly wider than 2 inches. There was already some pre-cum coming from the wolf's head, Noreu giving soft moans as Rin's paw pad kept rubbing against his flesh, giving the wolf wonderful sensations from the bunny.
Rin was watching Noreu's body limp slightly against the seat from his pawing him off, murring himself in delight as he found his own bunnycock was starting to harden from his sheath and pressing up slowly against his boxers and semi-tight jeans, murring softly himself as he was listening to Noreu's murring and moaning, feeling his paw start to grow wet from the constant supply of pre leaking out of the wolf's cock.
Shivering in pure delight from the paw around his cock pawing him off, Noreu couldn't help but continue on with his moans, his hips starting to buck lightly into the paw as he could feel his knot starting to swell, same as Rin probably could too. Once it was fully puffed out, Noreu's knot was almost 3 1/2" thick, which caused a shiver to run through Rin's body, Noreu feeling it from the movements of the paw around his meat. The wolf was getting closer to being sent over the edge into his climax, yet it would have been longer to take if Rin didn't surprise him. The paw that was once stroking his cock was now locked underneath his knot, stroking and pulling underneath it as if to seem Noreu was tied within someone, and that was all that had needed to be done.
Within a matter of seconds, and a deep howl coming from Noreu, his wolf seed was shot into the air, quickly covering whatever it landed on, which was part of Noreu's shirt, the steering wheel, and even the dashboard. Rin grinned as he watched, pulling his paw away, almost completely covered in wolf cum as he leaned over and whispered to Noreu. "Where are the tissues?"
With a slowly lifted paw and finger extended towards the dashboard compartment, Rin kept grinning as he opened it to find a whole roll of paper towels there, instead of tissues. The bunny was a bit surprised, but thought about it over a while and guessed it would seem right. Although he was busy cleaning up the dashboard, steering wheel, then his paw, Rin looked about to see if anyone was around, which there wasn't, then shivered as he felt his own bunny cock feel the air against it, then a tongue lap over it, causing a gasp and shiver.
Slowly Rin's head turned to look down at his lap, and found Noreu bent over with his head in it, lapping at Rin's head then down his length, getting the bunny's 8" long and 2 1/2" wide cock dripping with his saliva before his eyes turned to look up into Rin's, blue wolf eyes locked with emerald bunny eyes. A grin was shown from Noreu before his eyes and muzzle was removed from view for a moment, only for Rin to feel the wolf's lips kiss the head of his member before opening to take it slowly into the wolf's muzzle, his tail wagging softly behind him against the seat.
Noreu was good at what he did. His teeth never grazed over Rin's flesh, his sucking was by far the best that the bunny had ever felt, and being able to take in all of that length into his muzzle and throat, along with his tongue lashing around the head and underside of Rin's cock, the bunny was in heaven. It didn't take long for Rin's cock to start dripping precum at a faster rate that Noreu did, but the wolf happily lapped it up, tasting more of the bunny before he pulled back and pushed his head down once more, his nose touching against Rin's crotch and able to take in a great amount of the bunny's musk.
Rin was closing in on his own climax now, and was going to be a lot sooner than Noreu's was from his expert sucking, and so it was that. With several more bobs, sucking, lapping, then pulling back to kiss up the length of Rin's cock, Noreu was rewarded as his muzzle closed around the bunny's head once more, feeling Rin shiver underneath his head and listen to his moans, feeling the first spurt of wonderful bunny seed shot into his muzzle. That was right when Noreu's lips locked around Rin's head completely, sucking hard to cause the bunny a quick thrust of his hips to shot the rest of his seed into the wolf's awaiting muzzle, and after several more moments of quick thrusting and moaning, Rin settled back into chair, panting heavily as Noreu pulled back slowly, licking his muzzle of the last of Rin's cum, swallowing every last drop of it.
Moving back into his seat Noreu turned the keys to let the car run softly, reaching over and buckling in Rin first, then himself, zipping up the bunny's jeans after putting his retreating cock away, doing the same with himself after. Grinning over to the spent and panting male, Noreu leaned over and gave Rin a deep kiss on the lips, which the bunny slightly returned, only because exhaustion of climaxing wouldn't let him. "Go ahead and rest. We got a ways back to the school anyway." Giving Rin a gently rub on his head the bunny murred then fell asleep, the wolf smiling and finding a place to turn his car around before he began to start the journey back to the school with Rin, someone who now was much more than just a friend.
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After they arrived at the school and got their things out of the car, Rin and Noreu began to walk through the dorms and head towards their own, both talking like nothing ever happened between them, yet both knew exactly what the truth was. Reaching the stairs and starting up them, Noreu took out the key to their dorm and held it at his side, reaching the end of the stairs and walking towards the same door Rin was, yet behind him so the bunny didn't know. About half way their Rin did the same, taking out his key and resting it at his side, then slowed as Noreu did, both looking to the doorknob then stopping once both of their key's touched each other right against the lock. Frozen in time, then two's eyes looked to the other's key, then began to look up the other's arm, finally stopping once they were staring right at each other once more. Emerald eyes meeting blue as they stood speechless, both in shock of what they have both been wondering since the night they first meet each other. Who their roommate was. And know, they knew.
To be continued. | FSE |
Title: Fresh From the Grave: Day 05
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I wake up in a novel way I am looking at Marie who is above me fucking me with her toy. As soon as I am aware of what is going on I wrap my legs around her and let her fuck me. I move with her working my way up to an orgasm as Marie kisses me and puts her hands to my breasts. I become aware that Marie is asking me if I like her cock, I assure her that her cock is in fact quite wonderful.
When I get close to my orgasm moaning and trying to get there, Marie slows down until I am not that close. She speeds up again until I am close and slows down yet again. I start begging for her to let me have my orgasm she teases me with asking if I will let her knock me up. I say no until she denies me an orgasm a third time, I give up then and say she can put me in a motherly way so long as I get my orgasm.
Marie crows her victory, calls me her bitch then speeds up and sends me crashing over the edge of my orgasm. This is a really good one, my toes curl I am yelling out to all who will listen, I even lose track of well everything. Marie is good to me this time she does not extend my fucking into the not nice period once my orgasm has subsided she pulls out of me and lies next to me.
Rather exhausted for someone who just woke up I remain lying there with my legs spread wide. Marie looks at me and giggles then pulls me over to snuggle into her which I do happily. The knock on the door gets us both to groan, I shove Marie off the bed to get it. Giggling Marie gets up, calls me an ungrateful bitch and opens the door. Kegan comes in carrying a rather large box he puts it on the counter then looks at me and Marie.
"You two are shameless, Marie this is your bigger gun there are eighty rounds in the box with it. We have another three hundred coming in a few days, we will take twenty and you can sight it for you, the rest will have to be reserved for our hunt. Jack is outside in his horny car I like that name for it, has a certain tongue in cheek to it, so you two are seriously underdressed."
Marie and I scramble around for our clothes she tries to borrow one of my dresses. Well dress is a misnomer they are more of a barely covering couple strips of cloth than a dress the skirts fit her fine the tops on the other hand are not large enough for her oversized breasts. I hand her the top she wore yesterday, Kegan promises we can stop at her place for clothes and other things she wishes to move in with me. I collect my sword and shawl on the way out, Marie gets her Winchester and the Barrett.
The first place we go is Marie's place well I suppose her old place. I groan at the interior, there is a lot of death inside, stuffed heads galore. Kegan calls it lovely I kick him in the shin it is hard for me to reach above his chest. Marie goes into the back when she comes to us again she has two suitcases. These are stuffed into Jack's impossibly large trunk then we pile into the car again.
The drive to where we can shoot is a long one, Marie saying we could have just gone to the barrios. I ask if we are there yet, Marie giggles then asks if we are there yet, Kegan joins in so all three of us are asking if we are there yet until Jack tells us to shut up. Finally we are there we even get a small crowd as Marie pulls out her new bigger gun. Inside the box we find it is in a case, a very nice wood case with the soft foam stuff inside keeping the gun and a big row of bullets stable.
Maries takes the gun apart going over every moving piece, she sets me to loading the clips there are two inside of the case. Each clip takes ten very big bullets the tenth bullet is a little difficult to get in. By the time I finish with both clips, Marie has put the huge black gun back together. She takes one clip loads it in then takes the gun that is bordering on close to her height in length over to the range. She fiddles with the sights for a second then aims down the barrel and fires.
The report of the gun is actually bordering on deafening as close as we are even with the big ear protection we have. Marie simply adjusts the sight again small little turns then aims. Kegan has put his hands over his ear protection holding it closer to his ears. After this report of the gun Marie comes back smiling, I grin then point her to the long range section. Marie goes over the viewing audience we have is a little flabbergasted when she goes to the fourteen hundred yard section.
I follow along and pick up the binoculars they have there to see how someone is shooting. I admit it these targets are a very long way I can barely see them without the aid of the binoculars. Marie though looks at them and calls out her target, I find it then jump a little when the massive black death cracks out a report. When I announce dead center the crowd murmurs with amazement, several bring out their own binoculars and verify.
With the clip empty Marie and I move back to where we left Jack and Kegan. Kegan is on his cell phone looking a little pained and not happy he motions us to be quiet as he listens. He listens for what seems forever before he hangs up and looks at us grimly.
"It looks like we are going hunting now, there is not one but two working in tandem. They hit another place an hour ago grocery store this time, we have video to look at these two move strangely."
"They do Capoeira it is a Brazilian martial art, very beautiful to watch. It was developed by slaves to have a defense and they made it fluid and dance like to fool the guards. Marie and Jack you two will be on a roof to use the black death, I do not see where yet." I say getting everyone to look at me, Jack starts to chuckle.
I help Marie load the empty clip then we pack up the black death.
"You know I really like that name for this gun, Kegan can we get an embossed plate on this case with black death on it?" Marie asks hoisting the case.
"Yes just please don't kill as many as the plague did. I remember that it was not pretty."
"Kegan, do you have a big hat and a long jacket?" I ask as we are putting everything into the car and getting in.
"Yes I wear them when I go to places I have recently left there are four enforcers all of us are tall though I happen to be the tallest."
Everyone looks at me when I start to giggle it takes me a little while to get it under control.
"Kegan, how long have the other three been around? I ask because it occurs to me that the four horsemen are tall, you just admitted there are four of you and they are tall."
"Oh all right I admit it, we are the other three are from before Christianity was founded. The one I replaced killed himself by doing a crime and being caught, for the longest time beheadings were the preferred method of execution. So I need to ask this one, how does one fight against Capoeira?"
"One does not fight against Capoeira it is a very fluid style with extra free movement. The skilled dance about waiting for an opening or creating one they like to circle their opponent. For our purposes we want to catch them inside and draw them out where Marie can shoot one."
"I have the feeling you have fought against a person using this style." Jack says as we pull up to a grocery store with cop cars all over.
"Sparred is closer to it, there was a dojo teaching it next to the one I learned Karate in, we would have matches every Saturday, great fun if a little painful."
We get out of the car then go into the grocery store being led by a cop. I wish to ask on why we are here I hold my tongue until we are shown into the managers office. Kegan starts up the tape and I am forced to gasp when I see the culprits, this is before the killing starts.
"I know that one he was the only man I could not beat the master of the dojo I was telling you about."
"Because he is one of us, likely was one of the inventors of Capoeira, he comes from Brazil. He was the fresh meat trainer until he killed one, I want to say he is Marie's target but we really should see if he will speak with us. I do not think he got near the chest." Kegan says looking worried.
When it comes to the killing I watch fascinated, the two toy with their next victim herding them to a spot before one cuts them. I cannot help but giggle I found a weakness in the man I could not beat. The other one does not know the style nearly as well his use of the sword however makes me giggle more.
"Conan the Barbarian, you three must have seen the movie, well perhaps not Jack. The man I do not know uses the sword in the same style as from the movie, he must be the target for Marie I found a weakness in the known. If it does not work Kegan you are on Conan, it will take time to down the known if it comes to that."
We leave then, Kegan taking my arm and walking with me right out the front door. Marie and Jack following along behind, we get in the car and drive away to of all places Best Buy. Jack parks us in the parking lot far away from the store then opens his trunk, the black death and our swords are taken out and set into the car then we drive off again.
Marie and Kegan have a devil of a time looking up places for us to drive by for me to know if we want here or not. At the last store Kegan and Jack are really quite annoyed, I have said no at all of them.
"We have not stopped at every place where one can find people." I say then point to a sign for a skate park.
Jack curses then puts the car in motion it does not take long for us to reach the park to find it is empty. Marie points out a sign advertising a competition, I ask Kegan if we can stop for his hat and coat. When he stares at me I remind him it is televised, Jack gets us going fast. Marie and I giggle when we reach Kegan's place, he has a room in a motel popular for one night stands and affairs. Kegan goes in his room then returns with a sports bag.
At the competition we find it is fenced off with only one entrance that is oddly empty. Kegan looks grim then opens up his sports bag he pulls out a rather large black hat. A coat follows it when he is in the hat and coat he looks otherworldly, I squeak in surprise when he hands me a coat, not as big and a leather fedora. I usher Marie and Jack to the roof of the building across the street then we go in.
At first there is nothing to say there is something wrong, then we start finding blood, at first just blood splattered here and there. Soon we are passing bodies, most are chopped up heavily some are just run through. Kegan's phone beeps, he pulls it out setting it for vibrate then shows me the text. It is from Marie she is saying we need to pull them back to there, can't see farther is actually the text the indication is clear at least.
Swords in hand we move farther in, hearing noises from ahead of us. We find a few survivors wedged in against the fence behind the half pipe. The killers are cutting up a woman, who is still making small noises as they cut piece after piece from her. They look at us when I yell, the few survivors looking even more scared at two more people with swords.
The two killers split up and move closer to us at an angle, Conan on my side John on Kegan's, I remembered his name finally. Well now this is directly annoying I trade sides with Kegan making John laugh.
"John shush I wanted one last fight against you before you are growing daisies, or was it pushing up I never can remember."
"Depends on who you ask, I was always partial to pushing up in English. Wait I know you, you are that annoying Karate student, I will take great joy in beating you again." John stands a little straighter and gets into his proper Capoeira stance.
"War I think you should take Conan there a little closer to the street, John here will need space to move." Kegan looks at me funny for a moment then shrugs and leads Conan off that way.
I take a Karate with sword stance, John looks at me and smiles I am sure picturing all the times he managed to beat me before. He dances about making feints to my right and left, I stay still waiting for the actual attack. When it comes John comes straight for me sword first, I knock his sword aside then snap kick him in the back, he rolls with my kick.
Once he is back up he keeps moving to go behind me I rotate in place to keep him in front of me wondering where the report of black death is. This is when I start hearing the clang of sword against sword. John is smiling now I am sure thinking that Conan will best Kegan. He comes for me again, this time I step into his attack and do an attack of my own, his arm falls free.
"Here I'll back away put it back on." I do back away sword held low. "While you are fixing yourself, War wanted to ask why you are doing this, he is a little busy so I will ask."
John looks at me for a moment then moves fast to pick up his arm.
"Because it feels good, I am tired of being a slave again." He tests his arm then comes for me.
I block his attack then snap kick him in the leg, he limps away something obviously wrong with it. He looks at me sourly and moves for me again, not as fast or as well. He comes in swinging his sword around fast as he can manage I am blocking each of these until he stops swinging for a moment. Black death has reported finally, I take this opportunity to cut both hands free. His sword clattering to the ground John looks at me in shock as I cleave his head from his body.
I wave to the survivors then head back through the park, Kegan is just standing there. I look at him, he is covered in bits of Conan and blood, Conan is headless and a good portion of his upper body on one side is gone. I slap Kegan then pull him along toward the car. Jack and Marie are already in the car, Kegan and I get in the back seat.
Marie hands me a hand towel as I pull Kegan's hat off, his face is really not too bad with blood. We get his coat off just in time the police pass us on the way to the competition. Jack drives us back to my place well I suppose mostly officially our place. Marie hasn't gotten everything she wants out of her place to here yet. I get Kegan inside, he is still in something of a daze while Jack and Marie collect the things coming in and get the rest into his trunk.
I stick Kegan on the sofa and turn the television to a music channel. The classical channel is playing Chopin I always liked Chopin so leave it there. I go over to my computer and turn it on. Jack comes in with my sword talking on his cell phone he goes over to the computer and changes channels where we see Kegan and myself facing off against John and Conan. Kegan starts laughing when the reporter speaks over the clip saying that the religious are up in arms that one of the four horsemen is in Los Angeles with a girlfriend.
"Nice going Jack, you got Kegan out of shock." I say going over and sitting next to Kegan.
"I've never seen a man just explode right in front of me before. Does not help that I was standing in the same spot he was not half a second earlier. The man had skill with his sword I would have taken him if Marie had not shot him of course. I'd ask how you knew I'm considered War but I'm sure you thought of asking and it came to you."
"Well no, I know the story of the horsemen War is considered the tallest and biggest. Kegan go take a shower and get cleaned up so you can go bounce at the meteor place. I'm going to go play my new game or have sex with Marie, I think I agreed that I am her bitch again."
Marie points me to my computer so I sit down and get the game going. Kegan gets up and goes into the bathroom singing an old battle song about living and dying. Jack sits on the sofa and flips channels while Marie watches me. I get about halfway through the getting out of the starting town quests when I stop, Kegan and Jack are gone, Marie wants to go find some dinner.
Deciding that is a good idea for me as well I change clothes into something smaller. I see Marie off with a kiss then walk across the street, there is a rather good sized line in front of the meteor. Luckily the front door is facing the complex with my place I just walk right up to Kegan.
"Ah Vixandra I did not think I would see you today, go on in." A few of the women in the line are a little peeved that I get in so easily.
"Ladies you should go home with Kegan, he is very good in bed and he might let you in faster." I say to them before going in, Kegan chuckling behind me.
Inside is actually very nice looking, the wall and floor reflecting the lights. I head over to the bar and drop off my purse to a bartender that looks familiar. He promises to keep it safe, I give him a smile then move for the dance floor. Not seeing a man that sparks my interest I just start dancing. Several men ogle me as I move, my body stretching and contorting to the music creating a certain sexual tension in most of them.
A man moves up to dance with me I let him looking him up and down. He is not really that much taller than I, which is not a problem if he is cute. This man however is not cute to me, I move with him anyway for the course of the song. I notice he moves well, so I file him as a maybe later for some hot sex and dinner. He asks if he can buy me a drink after the song ends, I let him down gently.
When he moves away another man comes up to me, this one is tall, his nose is much to large. He also is not that good at dancing, I guide him a little and he leaves a better dancer. Another man comes up, this one is a little on the cute side, not enough for me to seduce and feed on however so he also leaves after a song. He is a very good dancer at least so I am left smiling at the next man.
This man is quite handsome, I dance close with him for one song. The next song I dance closer going into full seduce mode. My hands travel up and down his body as I move with him getting as close as I dare. I am smiling at him when I feel his cock poking at me. A sensuous song comes on then, I back away a little and really seduce him. My body moves fluidly and provocatively settling low with a gentle rolling of my hips letting him peak at my bare pussy before going up slowly rolling my hips.
Most of the men on the dance floor have stopped dancing and are just staring at me, many of the women as well. I only have eyes for one, he very obviously has a tent in his pants when I dance closer putting my hand to his cock and stroking him a little right there. He is putty in my hands except his very hard cock, feeling a strong desire to get it inside of me I take his hand and walk to the bar for my purse.
Kegan smiles and waves when we exit the club, crossing the street takes a little while. Apparently this is a very well liked club I live across the street from. When we finally cross I am a little worried on the state of my apartment, I can not remember if black death was put away or not. It does not matter once the door is open he is kissing me and propelling us across the room to the bed. Getting me out of my clothes isn't even on the menu he simply gets me on the bed following after as soon as his pants are gone.
Glad that I was looking forward to having him inside of me I spread my legs and welcome him right in. With his large cock sliding in and out of me I wrap my legs around and start to move with him. Just loving the feel of him, he's almost as thick as Marie's I race him for an orgasm. His pistoning cock feeling so incredibly good, I can't help but entice him to move a little harder and faster.
He obliges me sending me spiraling faster and faster to my orgasm. I am right on the verge of it when he crashes into his, his hot fluids setting off my own I almost miss my chance to feed. I find that feeding while having an orgasm and being filled with hot fluids is an experience all its own. He collapses atop me when I finish, I hold him as he falls asleep, his fluids feeling hot and welcome inside of me. It is not long before I join him in sleep hoping that Marie is not the jealous sort. | literotica |
Title: How Emma Found Love
Tags: romance, drama
*Here is my entry in the Valentines Day Contest. This is a story of fictional characters all of whom are over the age of 18 years of age. I do not give up my rights to this work by placing it on a public platform. I would like to extend my thanks to Kate who took the time to edit this work. As this is a contest entry please rate it and I do need your feedback to improve.*
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How Emma found love
Emma Black -- "call me Emmy" -- was not a beauty, but she was not ugly either. She was a plain girl who had given up even trying. She was five foot even and only 96 pounds. Her body was not an asset, to her mind. Her black hair was cut in an old-fashioned style, the main attribute of which was its ease of care. Her face was not distinctive in any way but she also did not use makeup -- what would be the point? She had what she saw as a modest 30A/B cup size bosom and her legs were too slender and shapeless. Her bottom was a nice start but it needed work -- she saw that as useless. Her favored clothing did nothing but help her disappear in a crowd, which was her intention.
Emma never had been asked out in high school. Her interaction with boys was limited to their teasing and jeering. She had had a few girlfriends but most girls shunned her. She was not welcomed by the popular girls, who treated her worse than the boys did. Emma retreated into studying and learning. She had nothing else. She was very bright. She was kind to a fault, and her fellow students found that she enjoyed helping them with schoolwork. Such was the totality of her interaction with most of the student body. Most of the faculty liked her a lot; she listened well, did her work on time, answered questions in class. She did not show off by answering every question, only those asked her directly.
Emma was very soft-spoken, and she was often told to speak louder. She walked from class to class with her head down. Emma's greatest joy was her music -- she played piano, guitar, and oboe, all very well. She graduated valedictorian of her class and could not get out of speaking at graduation. For the first time, her classmates found out she was so lonely and not the stuck-up smarty pants they thought she was. Her valedictory address was funny and had a message most people her age needed. It was entitled "We all need friends to help us through". Many of her classmates felt shame at the treatment Emma had received at their hands.
When she went to university it all began again. Emma knew how to cope -- study and disappear into the walls. Her roommate, Kelly O'Malley -- "Call me Kell" -- was popular and liked Emma a lot. She saw a shy and fearful, but brilliant, girl who needed a friend. Kelly tried to include her roomie when she was going out but Emma would always decline. She would be so outclassed by the stunning girl that Kelly was. Kelly was tall, at least six feet. She was busty, too. Emmy had no idea how big but they were big, and there were those long, muscular legs. Her rump could have been a national monument. Then there was her head. Long red hair topped off everything and hung down to that rump. Her face could have been stolen from a fashion model.
No way could Emma not be laughed at next to Kelly. Kelly thought Emma did not like her so she kept to herself.
They did eat together as often as they could. Emma's signals were not ones of dislike but more of out-and-out fear of people. One night as they were preparing for bed, Kelly asked, "Hey, Emmy, did you have boyfriends in high school?" Emma's face contorted as she tried not to cry. "No, Kell. I've never even been on a date."
Then the waterworks started. Kelly was stunned. She had never known a girl who had not been out. Now she saw Emma's real problem. Emma had no self esteem, she did not believe in herself as a woman, she didn't even try to look nice. Why didn't her mother help her with her looks? She needed to work out. Her legs and ass would tone right up. Emma's bust shape was not bad. My God! Didn't Asian chicks look stunning with small boobs? But they knew how to cut their hair and wear cosmetics!
Emma was to be Kelly's first semester's project. It was going to be hard, as Emma had no interest or money for what she saw as frivolities. One afternoon as Kelly returned from class she heard someone playing the piano in the meeting room. She looked in to see who it was and saw Emmy, head down with tears running down her face. There were quite a few people listening to the fabulous music. It was a blues ballad. Kelly knew the words; it was a very sad song indeed. When Emma finished, the room was filled with clapping. Emma's eyes snapped open and were instantly filled with fear. She needed to hide. There was no place to run away to without going through the crowd. Kelly walked up and put her arms around her roomie and walked her to their room, keeping her safe. Someone or something had really fucked this girl up badly. She had to help her somehow.
As Thanksgiving approached, Kelly asked Emma what her plans were. "Emmy, you going to your parent's house for Thanksgiving?" The response was a very sad look. "No, Kell. My Mom died giving birth to me. My Dad flipped out, put me in a convent, and left me. I could go see the sisters but I don't have enough money this semester so I will stay here. I won't be alone -- the school puts on a dinner for people like me." Kelly saw the unimaginable shame on Emma's face. No wonder this girl did not know how to dress or do makeup or her hair or date boys! Nuns don't teach those skills!
Kelly asked Emma if she wanted to come home with her but Emma declined. Kelly lived across the country -- it was just too expensive. Emma had a full-ride scholarship but there was no spending money. She had had a job in the summer and tried to save some money but it had to last the year. Kelly was so angry about her roommate's plight, but there was no one to blame except maybe her father. Emma is so smart. If someone taught her, she could learn the skills the other girls had.
Kelly went down the hall and collected helpers. Eva Olsson had styled hair for a living before she started back to school. Her roommate Nora Freeman was expert with makeup. When Kelly explained Emma's history, the two eagerly volunteered to help. All three came to get the small girl and do a makeover on her. Everyone liked Emma well enough and, when they understood why she was as she was, they all wanted to help. Eva looked Emma over, deciding what to do with the girl's hair.
Eva said, "Come on, Emma. I think we have to fix your hairstyle. A small girl like you will look so hot with a shorter cut." Emma stared at the drop dead gorgeous girl. She wasn't as tall as Kelly but her body was magnificent. She had long, well toned legs that she liked to showcase, and a sexy hard bottom topped the legs off. Her waist was slender and led up to two huge boobs, Ds or above. Then, to top every thing off, her hair was mid-back length, very blonde, and curly. Her eyes were an almost unnaturally deep blue color and she had full lips. Emma could never look like that. Why even try?
"I am not ever going to look pretty like you three. I don't have the body or face so don't waste your time," Emma softly stated in a small hurt voice. She thought they were teasing her as the other girls had.
She liked Nora. She had the deepest ebony skin -- it was flawless. Her hair was a medium Afro, her eyes deep brown pools. There were those lips, full as her heritage decreed -- they looked so lovely. She was slender but also muscular. She had a nice bust, firm and large for her frame -- she didn't even need a bra. Her behind was to die for, firm but with a little bubble to it. She had the legs of a runner. She was on a full ride track scholarship and she was really good. Again, Emma felt so overshadowed.
Nora hated the tone she heard. This girl had given up. "Emma, you don't know what a stunner you are! Girl, give us a day and you'll see for yourself." Emma hated being made fun of. She had not asked for any help for a good reason; it just would not do any good! Emma wanted to just hide in bed. She thought Kelly liked her but now it looked like she had instigated the taunting. She tried to hold back her weeping but lost to the pain that wracked her soul. The three others were taken aback. They were seriously attempting to help and it was hurting Emma badly.
Nora picked Emma up and held her tightly. "Emma, we are not making fun of you! I know you have been treated so poorly by some girls. We want to show you there is a sexy beautiful woman inside of you. We aren't in competition, baby; we want to bring out the true you. Don't you dare keep thinking you have no attractiveness! All women do! We want to help bring it out! Oh, God help you! You have so much pain inside you --let it go." Now Nora was shedding tears of her own, as were Kelly and Eva. Upon seeing this, Emma understood just how sincere these women were. Her mood brightened and she found a smile to put on her face.
"I'm sorry. People have made fun of me all my life. Except for the sisters who raised me. If you still want to try to help me, I'm willing and will shut my ungrateful trap." She then hugged Nora back and kissed her cheek. Eva held out her hand for Emma. In the other hand she held a case. Emma took the hand and gave the Nordic stunner a peck, too. Eva led her down to the showers. "This way there will be less cleanup for us." Nora and Kelly followed with a desk chair for Emma to sit on and Nora with her makeup case. Word had gotten around and the room was full of dormmates all interested in what would emerge from the makeover.
Emma was frightened by the number of observers but held herself together as she was sat down in one of the stalls. One of the girls she did not know wrapped a sheet around her to keep the hair off her clothing. Eva took out a comb and started to really assess the hair. It had no natural curl, which was preferable for the style she had in mind. She started to snip away the excess hair, in the end leaving a short everyday cut with bangs that brought out Emma's big eyes and pink lips. When she was done, Emma was shocked by the amount of her hair was on the floor. She must be bald!
Eva stepped back and tugged Emma's hand to indicate for her to stand so the others could see. She followed directions and stood on shaky legs as Eva led her to a mirror. There were murmurs around the room. Emma was knocked off balance by the face she saw. The hair was so pretty! It made her face look so sexy! She wrapped her arms around Eva and hugged her, finally whispering, "How did you find that in me, Eva? Thank you so much." The room broke out in applause. The crowd was wowed by the transformation that had happened before their eyes.
Nora moved the chair out in front of one of the changing benches and had Emma sit back down. She opened her large makeup case and picked out a foundation that would fit the porcelain skin Emma had. Nora took her time, slowly highlighting Emma's high cheek bones. Next it was 'eye time'. Shadow was applied for a subdued nighttime look, and liner and mascara were added. Emma's lips were lit up with a crimson lipstick, drawing the eye to pretty full lips that she didn't know she had. When Nora was finished, another walk to the mirror brought gasps and wolf whistles. Emma was trembling when she saw the face she did not recognize as her own. It hit her hard. She WAS pretty! Well, at least her face and hair were. Her body needed work.
A girl Emma did not know walked up to her. She was just Emma's size. She handed Emma a dress. Self-consciously Emma undressed in front of the others and put on the dress. It fit her so well! The feeling was new to her. She looked at Kelly, whose face showed shock, as did Eva's and Nora's. She looked into the mirror and saw someone who was not her, could not be her. She turned to the girl who had given her the dress -- she was smiling really big. "Thank you, ahh...?" The girl finished for her. "Janie, Emma. My name is Janie. You can keep the dress. It actually looks better on you."
The day had been hard on Emma. To much emotion and angst for her to process, so many girls who seemed to care. It was dinner time so she, Kelly, Eva, and Nora went to the dining room to get food. At least that is what the university called it. The four made their selections, mostly salads with hard-boiled eggs and tuna or ham, which was safe most of the time. As they ate, a group of guys approached them. Emma did not know them but the other girls did.
A tall, dark-haired guy spoke. "Hey, Kelly, Eva, Nora! Who's the new girl?"
Kelly answered between bites. "Jason, that's my roommate. You've seen us together before."
"I only saw the mousy one. Did you get a new one since then?"
Emma was having fun so she answered. "I've been Kelly's roommate all semester. I just had my hair cut and put on some makeup and a new dress. Same girl here."
The group of guys exclaimed as one. "No way!" One added, "She was never this hot. Really, who are you?"
The four girls were finished and got up to leave. They walked over to the tray return and separated the flatware from the plates and left. The guys were still standing by the table with mouths agape. The girls laughed at the idiot boys all the way back to the dorm. Nora made Emma twirl slowly in front of them.
Nora looked at Emma. "After classes we are going to the gym tomorrow. OK."
"Am I that bad, Nora?"
"Girl, we can all be better with a little work."
"What do I need to fix?"
"To be honest, you are so tiny the only things I see, Emma, are your ass and general muscle tone. Hey, Kelly, do you want to come along?"
"Nora! You know I hate working out!"
Eva, ever the sarcastic one, added in. "Me, too, and it shows. If Emma's going, so am I, and you, too!" They all agreed to let Nora train them. After all, she did have a killer hard body. Kelly could have pointed out that running the four hundred meters had a lot to do with that. Nora was the NCAA record holder and damned proud of it.
Eva left them. She had something to do. Nora told Emma she would be by in the morning before class to help her with daytime makeup. Emma was overwhelmed by the concept of day, night, and parties all having different makeup. Life had not been glamorous before but it was easy. She thought *What will I do for clothing? I can't live in one dress.* Eva had thought of that also. She left and was asking for donations from the other girls to help buy Emma some decent clothing. At the end of the evening she had $114 -- not much. Eva had lived through hard times and knew how to make it go furthest.
Eva and Nora decided shopping was more important than training after class. They planned where to go. Number one were resale shops, where there were some designer clothes sometimes, and Emma's size meant they might find some good stuff. Next were consignment stores, and Goodwill and Salvation Army. They had to get Emma some clothing. Happy with the plan, they plotted their driving out for the next day. Eva had a car that would hold all four -- they knew Kelly loved shopping.
In the morning Emma showered and dressed. She wished she had underwear as nice as the dress Janie had gifted her. All she had was plain old white cotton but it was clean and did the job. When she was almost done there was a knock at the door. Emma opened it to a smiling Nora and her trusty makeup case. Nora showed her how to do simple daytime or work makeup, not nearly as complex as last night. Nora had sample sizes of all the products and gave them to Emma so she would have enough for the rest of the month.
Emma rushed off to class. She was never late and did not want to start now. The class was small because of the topic, Religion. Emma found it very interesting. She sat in her normal place. The instructor, Ms. Jacobs, looked the room over and stopped when her eyes reached Emma. She had an irritated look on her face. "Miss, I did not accept any audits for this class. Does anyone know where Ms. Black is today?" Emma was so enjoying her new makeover, she raised her hand, to the obvious irritation of Ms. Jacobs. "Young lady, why are you still here?"
"Miss, I'm supposed to be here. I'm Emma Black."
Ms. Jacobs's face went red with the embarrassment she felt deeply. "What did you do to yourself!? Damn! That is one good makeover."
"Some of the girls in my dorm helped me out last night. I'll tell them you thought they did well, Ms. Jacobs." Helen Jacobs was wondering how she could get that kind of help. Of course, she would pay for it.
The class was more interesting than ever. Afterwards some of the students who had not noticed Emma before came up to talk to her. Emma was confused by one girl. She wanted to get Emma to go out with her, just as two of the boys had. She declined as sweetly as she could to them all. This new desire for her company was well outside of her place of comfort.
When she returned to her room she saw a note that had been slipped under the door. **Workout is off. We're taking you shopping for new clothing so be ready at 10:30. Nora.** Emma had no money for shopping. Period! It was nice of them but she could not pay. She sat at her desk and worried how to tell them without appearing to be an ingrate, something the sisters had taught to her never to be.
At 10 Kelly came in and Emma confessed her situation. Kelly's response puzzled her -- she just waved it off. By 10:30 Emma had gotten herself agitated about the whole thing. She did not want her new friends to pay her way. When Eva and Nora knocked, she jumped. Kelly answered the door and related Emma's worries. Eva smiled at her and told her that she had solicited donations from girls in the dorm and others she knew. She now had $205. It was not a vast sum but they would make do as they knew good places to shop. The girls all piled into Eva's Toyota. They all loved shopping! This was new for Emmy.
Fitting Emma was a pain -- sometimes she wore a size zero, others a two, and then there were size ones also. She had to try everything on. This was not something she had ever done before. The other three girls kept a steady flow coming. At the first shop they found a tight, flattering red dress with a Nordstrom's label. So dates were covered. Next were skin tight jeans that Emma said she thought were way too small. There were some tops that made her bust look bigger than it was and three cute skirts that could mix with the tops. Emma then bought some bras and panties, much to the complaints of the others. The trip continued. They found Emma some really nice shoes. She was worried about the three-inch heels -- she had never worn heels. There were some flats and low heels as well -- they were all well-made shoes.
They returned loaded with fashion for the little woman they had taken under their collective wing.
Most of the clothing were junior sizes, but to Emma's eye it was the best she had ever had. Kelly wanted to take her out to get a burger and a very excited Emma accepted. She asked Kelly what she should wear. Kelly told her to wear the jeans and one of the tight tops they had found for her -- without a bra. As she dressed, Emma suddenly realized she did not have the funds to eat out and told Kelly to go without her. Kelly shook her head and told Emma it was her treat. They went to a local pub that students favored and were an immediate hit with the males present. Kelly was asked to dance several times but declined. When Emma was asked she froze, not ever having experienced this before. Her face flushed bright red. She was so far out of her comfort zone. Kelly finally told the guy she was not feeling well.
The boy left, muttering about them being stuck up bitches. Emma heard, and it upset her a lot. They ate the burgers and fries in peace after the last invite. Kelly was thankful Nora was not there. Nora didn't like men anyway and would have beat that kid's ass. All in all, it was as much fun as Emma had ever had. Kelly started to think of ways Emma could earn some cash. She needed some independence in her life if she was ever to grow into a real person.
When they were returning to the dorm they were stopped several times by both men and women trying to hit on them. Again Emma froze. She knew it was normal for the boys but she had never dealt with it in the past. Kelly knew she had to learn and quickly. Emma's newly found assets were to come with that cost and Kelly would try to teach her. Kelly was flattered by the attention. She loved to be in the limelight. When they got back to their room, Emma wanted to know about why girls were hitting them up. She understood about the boys.
"Emma, there are a lot of girls who like girls on campus. Some can be more aggressive than boys. So just be careful. If you want to experiment, choose a nice girl. Not one who is pursuing you hard. Same is true for boys, honey. Nothing can hurt you as much as love and you don't know the rules yet."
"Is Nora a gay girl? She looks at me with hungry eyes sometimes."
"Yes. She is very outspoken. But she will let you come to her, and, otherwise, she will protect you from predatory people of both sexes. She has a good heart and she likes you more than you will probably ever know."
Emma pondered this for a moment. "Good things to know. I wish I knew this dating stuff better. I'm so easy to fluster. Kelly, what's sex like?"
"It's just so much more and less than you might have imagined, Emmy. When it's good it is transcendent. When it's bad it can be so depressing and a total waste of effort. I think, for me, I like it most with someone I care for."
"Have you done it with girls, Kelly?"
"A few. They were slower and more gentle than boys. Both have their plusses. Boys go hard and fast and sometimes that's what I want. Girls want to seduce you tenderly and drive you to heaven until you can't take anymore. You will have to make up your mind what you want and need. Those are not hard and fast rules. I've had men who drive me slowly into multiple orgasms and girls who fucked me into submission. Have you ever had an orgasm, Emmy?"
"Yeah, a girl taught me how to do myself when I was seven. But I didn't cum until I was 10 and started thinking about people when I did it."
"Who did it for you, Emmy?"
"Well, I am now truly embarrassed. She was a young novice, Sister Angelica, whom I saw bathing. That night I came four times in a row. I couldn't look at or talk to her for weeks afterwards. I know it was silly but what did I know?"
"Emma, what were the worst and best things about living in the convent?"
"Well, the worst was that we had no television or radio so I knew nothing about modern culture. Best was that it was like growing up with a bunch of protective big sisters. I felt so safe there. I remember the single worst and best things happened on the same day. I was 12 and taking my bath as usual. Then the water started to turn red. I thought I was dying and screamed my head off. Sister Maria ran in and saw what was happening. She helped me get cleaned up but I was so frightened I could not stop crying. It fell to the Reverend Mother, Sister Mary Joan, to explain what was going on. Boy, she was blushing! But she did a very good job. She was so kind that night."
The two coeds talked about many things. Kelly found out that Emma played the guitar and oboe as well as she did piano. Emma found out Kelly loved to sing and was good. Kelly wanted to study history, and Emma was torn between music and law. When they went to sleep that night, Emma quietly came, with Kelly as the star. She was sorry in the morning. Kelly would not have cared at all; she had used friends as fantasy material many times. That day Nora worked them as hard as she thought was healthy at the gym. Emma found it was more enjoyable than she had imagined. Emma asked Nora what days she should do each exercise so Nora gave her a workout schedule. Nora had to fight back her attraction to the innocent girl she thought of as her little sister. Kelly had told Nora about the rude boy at the pub, and Nora's ire had shot up. When she heard that girls were hitting on Emma, she put out the word to leave the girl alone or deal with her.
Emma loved her new outfits! They made her look so much better than her old ones. She learned how to turn down boys and girls nicely. Every day she did her scheduled workout, and by the end of the week she did look a little better. Nora told her to start every session with half an hour on a treadmill. At first this was hard. Emma had never done cardio work before, but she did like the feeling and made the needed effort.
The end of November brought Thanksgiving and Emma was alone for four days. She faithfully did her homework assignments for the rest of the year, but she never even thought to skip her workouts. She enjoyed getting stronger and more toned. There was only one dining hall open so she had to walk farther but she did not mind -- she was meeting new people. On Saturday she went to eat as usual and talked to a group of girls there. They asked her to a party. She followed them back to their dorm and then on to the get-together. It was intimidating to her but she stayed for a while. One boy took an interest in her. "No" had no meaning to him -- he just pushed on. He got her in a corner and would not let her out. His hands were all over her body. She pushed at him but he was too big. Emma started to scream but he put a hand over her mouth and continued to fondle her boobs. She was hitting him as hard as she could but he just laughed and pinched her nipples very hard. Emma bit his hand as hard as she could. "Fucking bitch!" he yelled out and slapped her hard enough to knock her out.
Emma awoke to the sight of a huge guy standing over the bloody body of the guy who had hit her. The girls who had invited her to the party were trying to clean her up. Her nose was bleeding. They were all so sorry that the guy had gotten so out of hand and hurt the tiny girl. The campus police arrived and hauled the assailant off, to the jeers of the girls at the party. Emma just wanted to go to her bed. The police got her name and room number and drove her home, escorting her to her door.
Emma was too afraid and ashamed to leave the room on Sunday. She had a deep purple and black bruise on her face. For some reason, she blamed herself for what had happened. Later in the morning a police woman, Stella Ortiz, came by to ask her what had happened. Upon hearing Emma blame herself, the woman tried to convince her that was not true. Officer Ortiz called the campus health line to get a counselor for Emma. She needed help as quickly as possible.
Emma was hungry but would not go to get food. She waited for Kelly to return. There was a knock on the door. A fearful Emma asked who it was. It was Nora so Emma opened the door, seeing a fire in Nora's eyes that frightened her greatly.
"What the fuck happened to you?!"
Was Nora that angry with her? Emma very quietly told Nora about the party and the boy's attacking her, peppering the explanation with mea culpas. Nora was quickly losing her temper. Emma assumed it was what she did and tried to assuage Nora.
"Emma, I am so pissed off about what happened to you. **YOU DID NOTHING WRONG**. You must stop blaming yourself! You did nothing to lead him on!" Nora grabbed her and held her as Emma let her emotions take her over. *The one thing keeping that punk alive is the fact that he's in jail*, Nora thought. When Eva heard Nora yelling, she ran in and saw Emma's face. She knew what had happened. It had happened to most of them all at some point.
Emma asked them if they would walk her to the dining room. They asked if she had eaten that day. She replied that she was too afraid to leave her room. They agreed to walk with her. Emma was so thankful for her friends. She needed support now more than ever. As they were leaving, they ran into Kelly, who almost exploded with anger. After she did manage to calm down, the three all felt pangs of guilt over what happened to their friend. One of them should have taken her home with her.
One of the girls in the dorm told Kelly that her roommate was screaming all night last night. This made her feel horrible. Emma made her way down to the shower and tried to clean her spirit as well as her body. She still felt dirty and guilty. She took a long time to attempt her cleansing and finally gave up. She thought back to the sisters and knew what she had to do. When she returned to the room she asked Kelly if she could borrow her cell phone. "Anytime, Emmy."
Emma called the convent and hoped someone would answer. "Sisters of Grace. How may I help you?" Emma recognized Sister Angelica's voice.
"Sister Angelica, this is Emma. Is it possible for me to speak to the Reverend Mother?"
"How good to hear your voice, child! Give me a second to find her." Emma knew that Sunday was very busy at the convent so she waited patiently.
A more mature voice came on the line. "My dear Emma, how may I help you?" Emma tearfully told the kind woman about what happened and how guilty she felt. "Now, Emma, you have no guilt. I'm afraid, however, that we all here do. We gave you no skills to deal with life and you were clueless. We will pray for you tonight at dinner. Is there someone with you?" Emma told her that her roommate was there. Then Sister Mary Joan wanted to speak to Kelly.
"Hello. This is Kelly O'Malley." The sister asked Kelly to take Emma to a church to talk to a priest and Kelly said she would take her to the chapel on campus. Sister Mary Joan blessed Kelly for her help with Emma and asked her to watch over her.
"Nice lady, Emmy. She's very worried and wants you to talk to a priest."
"I don't mind. But what can he do that you can't, Kelly?"
"I don't know. I stopped going to mass when I left home, but he can absolve you if you still blame yourself." Kelly called the pastoral help line to get Emma an appointment. When she was asked why she told the secretary what had happened to Emma. The woman asked her to wait a second. When she came back on she wanted the dorm building's name and the room number. Kelly gave it to her and was told that Father James was on his way over. Kelly told Emma what was happening. They both changed into more formal dress and Kelly went to warn the floor that a priest was coming to visit.
Kelly got to her room door just as Father James started to knock. He was about 50, with a slim build, handsome face, and grey at his temples. She showed him in and started to leave.
"Are you Emma's roommate?"
"Yes, Father."
"Please stay in case she needs support."
Kelly sat down next to Emma and held her hand to steady both their nerves. The man was very understanding and assured Emma she was in no way complicit. This lifted spirits in the room. Father James asked for Sister Mary Joan's phone number and said he wanted to assure her that Emma had spoken to him. When he prepared to leave, Emma gave him a sincere hug and thanked him for coming to help her. Later Kelly received a call thanking her for her quickness in getting Emma help. Sister Mary Joan blessed her again.
That night Kelly was startled out of sleep by Emma's screams. She sat up and turned on her lamp. Emma was also sitting rigid except for her shivering and her eyes were as wide open as they could be. Kelly lifted her bed clothes in invitation for Emma to join her, which Emma gratefully did. She held on to Kell so tightly it hurt her. They both slept through the night. Emma woke with her right hand cupping Kelly's breast. She was so confused and felt it necessary to apologize. Kelly told her that the dreams were normal and she was welcome to join her anytime she was having them.
While Emma was getting ready in the morning she looked at her face. One side was so bruised she almost did not want to go to classes. Nora came and helped to cover the worst so she was not so obvious. Helen Jacobs took one look at Emma and called off class. She had heard there had been an assault on Saturday but had no idea it was Emma. She took Emma over to the student infirmary to get her checked out. Emma had not been taken there by the Campus Police. Helen raised hell with them later about this. After Emma was seen, she had a conference with a mental health worker. She talked about having seen Father James and said she was feeling better. Helen walked her back to her dorm room just in case she was still afraid. Helen had been raped on campus 10 years before and remembered how long after she was fearful of walking alone.
Emma thought about going to work out but the doctor had told her to wait two more days. She was getting herself back together. Nora came in as angry as a scalded cat. "That motherfucker's father's some high powered lawyer and got him released! He didn't even get expelled! I fucking can't believe this place!"
Emma hung her head and started crying, all her fear rushing back. *What should I do now?* She wanted to run but had nowhere to go. There was a knock at the door. Emma jumped straight up. Nora hoped it was Edward. This could be over quickly. Emma asked, "Who is it?" The answer came. "Stella Ortiz." Emma took a deep breath and opened the door. "Come in, Officer." Stella looked Nora over but said nothing. Nora had a reputation with her office that might come in handy for Emma.
"Emma, I am here to tell you Edward Johnson was released on bond. He is under a court order to stay at least 200 yards from you. His father got the judge to place the same order on you, God only knows for what reason."
"Stella, it was done to show that I am a danger to Edward in case he beats me up again. Is it OK that I called you Stella?" Emma had already started to read law books just in case.
"Yes, I've been called a lot worse. I can't believe they are planning for that. Are they both insane?!" Emma just shrugged her shoulders and frowned. She knew she was totally out-matched and in danger.
"What am I supposed to do now? I've got nowhere to go, Stella."
"I will try to watch out for you, as will all the other officers, but we are not allowed to put a tail on Edward. It could be seen as harassment."
Nora could see the abject terror on Emma's face and wanted to offer her hope. Just not in front of the policewoman. Stella got up. She also saw what was on the student's face but had no idea of what to do for her. She told them both to be careful and safe. She knew Nora's ability to handle herself -- she would just kill Edward with her hands and feet. But little Emma was defenseless. This kind of situation made her sick. Stella let herself out. Nora told Emma she would watch out for her, as would some of the LGBT people. Emma thanked her and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"I talked to Jimmy Alonzo. He's a shot putter on the team. He's the one who beat that brat down at that party. He and several others offered to help guard you if you want them to." Nora's hormones were surging. She knew Emma was not playing at anything but she needed to get off soon.
The next day everything happened normally. Nora walked her to her classes except when she was at practice. There was a big guy who would take Nora's place at those times. No one saw that Edward was watching her but he was. He saw no way to finish what he had started but knew his time would come. He would be the prime suspect so it had to look like the bitch attacked him and his dad would get him off. Paul Johnson had told his son to forget the girl and stay off campus as much as possible. He told Edward he would have to change schools after the semester was over. He was so tired of his boy getting in trouble.
Edward found that it was easy to get into the girl's dorm after hours so he started to sneak in to watch the routine. He found that Emma liked to do her nightly wash up later than most girls -- that was his ticket. He could wait for a Saturday when a lot of the other girls would be off somewhere else. He knew it would be difficult to explain his being in the girl's restroom so he had to get it over quick and get out. He was going to enjoy this! He always enjoyed beating girls up -- he usually had an orgasm, and several more later when he remembered.
Normally, Nora would be at a dance club on Saturdays but they'd had a track meet during the day and were riding a bus back. It was alright. She had gotten laid by one of the sprinters on another team and the need was not there to go out. She would enjoy an early night. As she walked into her hallway she saw a guy duck into the washroom. This was not going to be a good night for him. She heard Emma screech out and knew who that guy was. Now he was dead in Nora's heart. She pushed the door open quietly and saw Emma on the floor, her face bleeding. That prick had hit her again!! Nora had fire in her eyes. "Hey, dead boy! You better say your prayers! Not that any deity gives a shit about you!" He sneered at Nora -- she wasn't big enough to frighten him. He would just kill her, too. His fatal mistake was to rush at Nora. She threw him head first into a tiled wall. His face felt like it had exploded. Nora then kicked in his ribs, puncturing his lung and heart. He was dying slowly, in excruciating pain. Nora went to Emma. She was not in good shape. The guy had tried to kill her with one blow. It wasn't placed well, so Emma would probably be OK. Nora watched Edward drown in his own blood before she lifted Emma in her arms. There would be no question about what had happened. She called 911 to report the incident and to get an ambulance for Emma, whom she laid on her own bed. She mopped up Emma's blood and decided she had to call Kelly and Eva. They rushed home, just beating the cops and EMS.
The police took one look at the dead body and knew the kid had had no chance against Nora. Kelly rode with Emma to the hospital. She was so disappointed in herself for letting Emma get hurt again.
The doctors were worried about Emma's lack of consciousness. She was not responding well. When they cleaned up her wound, they found an impression of a class ring on her head where she had been struck. Later the police matched it to a ring worn by Edward. The DA cleared Nora of any wrongdoing.
Stella Ortiz came to see Emma and found Nora there as well. Emma was awake now but her head hurt tremendously. Stella motioned to Nora and took her outside.
"Nora, you did a hell of a job on that kid! He didn't have a chance, did he?"
"I didn't go into the restroom with any intent other than to protect Emma, Officer. He charged at me so I put him down like the sick dog he was. Did he still have his erection when the police showed up?"
"His what? He was that turned on by killing Emma and you. Fucking scum. His father should be put in jail for getting him released."
Stella offered her hand to Nora. She didn't like her but had an increased respect for her now. Nora took the proffered hand and shook it with a smile on her face. A woman was rushing down the hall. She had had a visit from Kelly O'Malley, who had explained Emma's absence from her class. Helen Jacobs pushed past the two women in the hall and into Emma's room. She was so worried that Emma would be scarred by this.
"Hello, Ms. Jacobs. What are you doing here?"
"Your roommate came by and told me why you missed class. I just about wet myself with worry. Is there anyone I can call for you?"
"Do you know Father James? I think I might like to talk to him."
"I know him well! I'll get him to visit you. Do you have family I can call?"
"No. Only the sisters at the convent -- I think Kelly called them. A sister from a local order came to see me and said Sister Mary Joan wanted me checked up on. I have all my assignments done for the rest of the year. I'll have Kelly bring them to you. They don't know yet how long I'll be here."
They talked for a while longer until another visitor showed up, a girl who said her name was Eva. Helen walked out in the hall, dialed Father James's cell phone, and told him of Emma's request. He was at the hospital so he came right up. He was quite worried about the girl and her response to this new attack. When he walked in, he found three young women with Emma.
He spoke to them all. "Hello, ladies! Emma asked to speak with me but I can come back later."
Kelly answered for them. "Father, we were just headed down to the cafeteria to get Emmy a soda. Would you like something?"
"I think not, Miss O'Malley. I'll just speak with Emma. I doubt it will take long." The three left laughing, happy that Emma was better. "Emma, what can I help you with? Are you troubled about what happened?"
"I am, Father James. I'm worried because I'm glad he is dead and I know that's wrong. I am more worried for Nora. She is the one who killed him and she has no remorse."
"Emma, you will probably not keep this in your heart for long, but I can tell you it is normal. God understands and will forgive you. Nora was protecting you and herself from a very sick man so she naturally has no remorse. She was doing God's work. Just pray for her, as will I. She will be fine in God's eyes."
Nora's voice came from behind them. "Thank you, Father. Here's your soda, Emma. I'll come back when you're done." Nora placed the drink on the tray and left stealthily. Father James was intrigued by the dark woman. He had said last rites over the man she had beaten. She looked too small to have done that damage. They talked for a few more minutes. Emma asked him if he could call Sister Mary Joan. He said he would and then left. He saw the three down the hall and went to speak to them.
"I would like to thank you all for taking care of Ms. Black. She needs friends like you. I especially want to thank you, Nora, for saving her life."
Nora had to set the priest straight. Kelly knew what she would say and cringed at the thought. "Father, there is something I would like to say. First, I have done similar things in the past for others. When I was eight my Mother and I were walking in a park. A group of skinheads jumped us and ripped Mom's clothes off her. They beat and raped her to death then turned on me. One said I had to learn who was my master so they raped me. One of them beat me with his belt. They were the last men who ever touched me and always will be.
"I will not allow anyone to get bullied or hit in my presence. I grew up with my Aunt Paula, who is a policewoman and put me in martial arts classes. I still study it. I saw a small guy outside a bar being roughed up by some thugs who were calling him a faggot. They did not take kindly to having me tell them to stop and tried to beat me, too. They spent some time getting bones set and dealing with other prisoners. I watched a girl get bullied so badly in high school that she killed herself. I am shamelessly gay. I know your religion frowns on this. I lost my religion at eight and live by a strict set of personal rules. I am not looking for praise or absolution -- those died with my Mother."
"Nora, you may not care, but I believe God has plans for you and I know he loves you."
"That may be, Father. I wouldn't know. Thank you for counseling Emma. She is a dear soul in search of herself as well as love." Nora stood up and took his hand in hers and shook it; it was all the male touch she could stand.
Kelly and Eva had never been told this sad tale of why Nora was as she is. They both gave her deep hugs and attempted to give her comfort. Father James looked on with gentle thoughts coming to him about what had happened to this kind, proud, woman. He resolved to pray for her, as well as Kelly and Eva.
Emma was asleep when her friends returned. They found Helen Jacobs sitting and looking at her with tears in her eyes. Nora recognized her from a gay bar where she liked to dance. She would need to suss out her intentions involving Emma.
"Hello, Helen. Emma is getting better but she still has pain," Nora offered.
"Yes. I know the charge nurse. She told me that Emma would be released as soon as her head pain resolves. She is my best student. I hate that this happened to her. I do want you to rest assured that I do not date students. It would be so wrong on so many levels. I do, however, have the right and responsibility to worry about her as I do you all." She waved her hand to include them in toto. Helen gave them all a maternal hug with a peck to the cheek. Nora was satisfied that Emma was safe from the woman.
It was four more days before Emma was released. Eva drove over to pick her up, since Nora was at practice and Kelly had a class. Eva was concerned about Emma's mental health after all that had happened to her. Eva had talked to her psychology professor, who felt she might need help. Emma was glad for Eva's help getting her back to the dorm. She thought of the outer and inner beauty Eva had. All her new friends were so kind and thoughtful, but she had missed Kell the most. Emma had an epiphany as she lay in the bed recovering -- she was attracted to Kelly sexually. She had no idea if it was reciprocated or what to do about it. She would go to the library and look up how to do things to/with girls. As always, her solution was to study.
When Kelly came in from class, she could not wait to see her roomie. She had missed her. That night that she and Emmy had slept together she had felt the little hand holding her, tenderly stimulating her breast. She hadn't stopped her touching it for a moment since, Kell was sure it had no intent on Emmy's part. She was also afraid to act on her crush -- she was Emma's friend first. Upon opening the door, she found the little girl intently reading a book. It was archetypal Emma. Emma jumped up and gave her a very intimate hug and pulled her face down for a kiss. It was not passionate nor sisterly. Kelly was even more perplexed -- what was this?
Kelly wanted to put forward her idea for Emma to make some money. She wanted to form a stage act with her. Emma would play accompaniment and she would sing. There was a lesbian club that might hire them. Emma was excited about the idea and said they should start putting together a song list and practice. She would have the sisters send her guitar and sheet music so they could get started. Nora stopped by to say hello to Emma, and when she heard the idea she was thrilled. *Were these two joining her team?* Was it was to much to hope for?
The dorm was treated to nightly music as the two found out what worked best for them. Nora knew they would be a hit at any girls' club, but there was one she knew would be the best. Eva thought they were great and would even go to see them perform. She was not frightened by lesbians at all. The duo was doing at lot of Christmas music, since the holiday was approaching. When Emma's guitar came, she added it into the act. It gave them one more instrumental voice. One day, while Emma waited for Kell, she sang her own vocals, to the astonishment of those who were listening. Emma was a true soprano tessitura. Her voice was clear and well trained by the sisters, who sang all the time. Kelly had that rich, sultry contralto voice that was very well suited to sexy songs. Kelly walked in and listened to Emma. She knew then that they would be doing duos for sure.
They called Minnie Franklin, the owner of The Ladies Club, and arranged an audition. Minnie had just lost her long time act due to a very messy break up of the two women. She needed a new act soon. She did get out-of-towners in to perform but they were pricey. She wanted some local talent and one of her regulars had recommended these coeds. They had asked if there was a piano they could use so she had it on stage for them.
When they showed up, she was taken by the simple elegance of their physical dissimilarities. The small girl defined 'pixie' in its most attractive sense. The tall girl was pure amazon. Minnie wondered if the hair color was hers. They could bring people in just to stare at them, and, if they were any good, so much the better. They had told her they were students so they could only work late on weekends, and that was fine with her. Emma went up to the stage to get acquainted with the piano. She had brought her guitar with her. But Minnie knew she would need an electric to play over the crowd noise. She would look into getting her one if she hired them. Emma made a very good impression warming up. She was playing a classical piano work, Beethoven's 'Für Elise'. She was good! After she was done, she had to adjust the pedals to suit her. Then Kelly warmed up her voice. When Emma also started to warm her vocal cords, Minnie knew this duo could be just what she needed.
Emma and Kelly asked what kinds of music her clientele liked. Minnie said to play their favorites so they did. They started with 'I Can't Make You Love Me'. Kelly's voice tore it up, with Emma adding all the soul the song could take. They were hired, in Minnie's mind.
Emma took her guitar out of its case. Minnie saw it was an acoustic electric and asked Emma if she wanted an amp. Emma replied that she would love one, so one of the bartenders got it from the back room. Emma took a few moments to tune the instrument and adjusted the volume so it was not too loud. She then started to play Wade's 'Adeste, Fideles'. When she sang out, her voice split the air. It was like a ringing bell in clarity, and the guitar was perfection to Minnie's ear. The two sang and played for an hour until the bar had to be set up. The staff who were in early were treated to a serenade.
As the two packed up their supplies, Minnie asked them if they had a name for themselves. Emma told her that they were Big Kelly and Little Emma. It was a cute name. Nora walked with them to catch the bus back to school. She was gushing over their music. When Eva heard, she was also hopeful they would get the job.
The following day Kelly got a call from Minnie asking them to come in and talk. They made the trip back to the club. It was past opening time so they had to wait at the door for Minnie to fetch them. They went into her office and talked about employment and pay. They would get scale as their base pay plus all the tips put in their jars, one at the bar and one by the stage. She set them up for a photo shoot so they could have signs and posters made. There were some benefits also. They would get health insurance. That would save Emma money. They started that Friday. Minnie wanted just one show that night. She knew it would take time to work up a full act.
The girls were both nervous about the first night but Eva and Nora kept them calm. Nora did stage makeup for them and they looked so exquisite that Nora had to go and cool off outside. The girls were a hit before they even performed. When Minnie introduced them she admonished the patrons to act respectfully. When Kelly opened up with a very fervid rendition of 'At Last' the crowd forgot about what Minnie had said. Then Emma sang a slightly reworded version of 'Santa Baby', more suited to the crowd. She used her steamiest, girlish voice. By the end of the set the tip jars were filled. Emma blushed at some of the notes left, most with phone numbers. Some were extremely explicit and even Kelly was put off by some. She asked Minnie if this would happen every night.
Minnie was also shocked by some of the notes. "I am so sorry about what these ladies wrote. I'll take care of them." Nora told them later that Minerva, Minnie's given name, had spent the day chastising the worst of them. That did help some. At least the more pornographic ones stopped. The girls had taken in over $500 in tips and were happy that this might be an answer for Emma's money problems. Emma enjoyed performing with Kelly. She was growing attached to her. Emma was masturbating a lot to thoughts of Kelly and Kelly heard her. That was stoking Kelly's own cravings for Emmy.
They were going to work at the club during the holiday break but had to find a place to stay. Emma asked Minnie, when they came in for their next show, if she knew of some place they could stay for the time they would be off school. She told them that they could use her apartment at the club, but it only had one bed. Neither thought that was a problem. There was a small kitchen so they only had to buy groceries. The conversation turned to the notes in the tip jars. Minnie told them to forget them as most were from drunk ladies. Minnie got a serious look on her face and pulled a scrap of paper from her pocket. She handed it to Emma saying, "Emma, you will want to answer this one, I think." Emma took the paper and read it, with amazement on her face. Kelly worried this might be a really serious come-on.
"What is it, Em?" Kelly asked.
"It's from the chair of the voice department at the music school. She wants to talk to me about doing some work study accompanying students while they sing."
"Wow, Em! That sounds cool! Will it conflict with our gig here?"
"Don't know, but the hours are negotiable, I think." Emma looked up and saw Minnie was as happy as she was.
The set that night consisted of mostly upbeat songs that were good for dancing as well as listening. Tips were filling the jars. Emma was hoping she could make enough to send gifts to the sisters. In the middle of the set, Emma noticed one of the bartenders taking money out of her tip jar at the bar. She got the attention of a waitress, asked her for some water and if she could talk to Minnie for a moment. Minnie brought her the glass and Emma whispered to her what she had seen. It had happened before with popular acts. Minerva went up to her apartment, where there were windows she could watch from. She saw that all three bartenders were dipping out cash. They knew better. Minnie came up behind the bar and spoke coolly to the guilty parties. She watched as all three returned the cash. They already shared large bar tips equally. She told each one to come and talk with her before their next shift. She did not like thieves. If they steal from other employees, they will steal from her.
After the show, the tips were about $560. There were more phone numbers and invitations, but now they were a little less lewd. Kelly was indignant when Emma told her about the pilfering. She considered what Emma had to say about the drinks adding to tips so perhaps they should give them a cut. Minnie came back to talk about the show and tell the performers she had taken measures to stop what had happened. She was sheepish about its having happened in the first place. When she was informed of Emma's idea of giving the bartenders a cut of their tips, she flatly said no.
"Ladies, they make three times what you make in tips, and that's enough. You earn every dollar and need it more than they do." This news pissed Kelly off big time. She hated when the rich rob the workers. This was Emma's freedom money. When the two were leaving, the bartenders came to them remorsefully. They all realized these were poor students, and they had put their high paying jobs at risk. The meetings they had had with Minnie were first class tongue-lashings. Minnie was hot and they had left knowing how she felt. Emma and Kelly were a good draw. Minnie's receipts were very high, news of the two was just getting out. The girls' first review was very good. It was in the gay press so it would target her clientele. On the 23rd, they took over the apartment and worked every night for 16 days. The tips were getting bigger every day, it seamed.
Emma sent the sisters presents she knew they would enjoy. She knew what was loved by each. She asked Father James if a mass could be said for the convent. She arranged for coffee and tea to be sent monthly, as well as a gift card to both a local bakery and grocery store, as well as a nursery, to help. Sister Mary Joan received acknowledgement for a donation to the food bank in her name. Emma sent each a $50 gift card to a local department store, which the store matched, unknown to Emma. It was all she could afford, but she knew it would be enough.
The apartment worked out impeccably well except for one thing. Emma was driving Kelly insane with her Jilling off at night. She thought Kelly was asleep but Em was a moaner and sigher. And she bucked her hips at climax. Finally, Kell just came out and asked Em. "Do you mind if I just do you before we go to sleep?" She was not being sarcastic and she did want Emma as much as Emma appeared to desire her. Emma was so sorry. She thought she was discreet but she had been found out. She at first declined. After two days she asked Kelly if she had been serious. She was in a state.
The Christmas show was a big night for the girls. For the first time they did two sets full of cheer. The second set opened with a spirited cover of 'Run Rudolph Run' in which Emma proved she could rock the house. They sang and played as well as they could to thunderous applause. At the end of the night the tips were phenomenal, nearing $850. It was the number of phone numbers and propositions that caught everyone flat-footed. Minnie noticed that there were also two diamond rings attached by a ribbon with a note for free resizing if needed. Emma was careful about doing her self-love only in the bathroom, mostly in the tub, with Kelly still her focus.
Every day they learned new routines to keep the show fresh, the festive season added to the crowds, and money flowed into everyone's coffers. There were some interesting offers as well, but only in the abstract for the girls, although Minnie called a few. Emma received a group of thank you cards from the sisters, which warmed both their hearts, and Minnie's as well when Emma showed them around. Kelly was worried she had frightened Emma off about her getting off too much in bed. She didn't want the girl to stop. She wanted to do for her, and now it she appeared to have stopped. It had taken all week between Christmas and New Year's Day to put the shows together. Everyone was expectant of an awesome result.
Emma opened the show with an instrumental of fast boogie piano that filled the dance floor. They were playing from nine until one New Year's Day. It would be a grind. The show only stopped for the countdown at midnight. Emma almost caused a riot. She climbed up Kelly to give her a New Year's kiss. It was a long, deep one and the show turned the crowd wild. Kelly stood almost frozen as Emma went on and on, until at last Kelly wrapped her up and returned the affection. Bottles of champagne were ordered for the two but could not be delivered. The girls were under age. They did get flutes of sparkling cider from Minnie. The act continued until closing. The ladies were having so much fun, and their flirting kept the audience sexed up. Gratuities were very large. Both tip jars had to be emptied halfway into the night. Minnie upped their base pay. She had the best night ever. The wait staff and bar staff also had their best night of the year. All wanted to credit Emmy and Kelly.
That night after the show, Emma was introduced tenderly to Sapphic love. It was just simple fingering by Kelly. Her knowing hands rubbed every sensitive spot on Emma's body. There was an appetizer of deep kissing followed by nips and licks to her neck and shoulders. Kell kept her hands working on breasts and nipples. As her lips took the nipples, her hands quested lower to soft inner things. Strokes so soft they hurt with anticipation. Emma's body started to oscillate at a high frequency as Kell neared her yoni. When she felt she could not take any more, a finger slid over her glans as one of her nipples was lightly bit and pulled upon. Emma had never felt anything like the sensations that hit her body and mind. Emma erupted.
After she recovered from her orgasm, she had no way of knowing anything could feel this good. She tried to return the feeling. She lacked technique, instead substituting enthusiasm. Both ladies slept very well in each others' embrace, waking to a soft kissing session. Minnie knew by the looks Emma gave Kelly. She thought it was about time for the little one to experiment.
It was a tradition for the club to close for New Year's Day. The staff were invited to a dinner to bring in the year. Minnie gave out bonuses to her workers. It helped to start everyone off in good spirits. Since Emma and Kell had been there such a short time they expected nothing. Minnie gave them gift cards to an upscale dress shop. It was a great party with lots of food and drink for all. A DJ spun dance music, and Kell and Emmy made use of the chance to dance. Almost all the others were women so it was like any night at The Ladies Club except for the few men who were attending. By midnight everyone was gone except for the cleaning crew, who were helped by some of the staff.
Kelly and Emma had one more big show to plan for but they had more time so they were not in a rush. There were eight more days before they returned to school so they tried to make as much money as they could. Emma would have fewer money problems and could enjoy herself more without worry. She and Kelly explored each other, learning dos and don'ts. Kell loved touches that were a little rougher -- she was used to guys, after all. Emma craved loving in all its forms. She had never experienced this. It was a drug for her. They both could not stop kissing each other. It was just so easy to do. You didn't even need to get undressed.
They both had homework to do, and Emma needed to call the voice chair. She asked Kelly to help her buy a good laptop computer, so they found a store that had some used equipment. Emma and Kell found a used, but not abused, MacBook that would do until she had more cash. Emma had discovered what she had suspected about herself -- she was an exclusive girl-girl and had no urge to be with a man. Kelly had been completely up front. She would not be Em's forever-love, but she would get her off to a good start. Emma found the office phone for Alison Neilson, the voice chair, was not being answered, but she would be back before classes started. Emma called every day early and again in the afternoon. When the phone was picked up she was startled. She managed to get across who she was and what she wanted. She was asked to call back after two p.m. She made the call and made an appointment with Ms. Neilson to meet the following day in the morning.
The shows were netting them good money, but it would be only a few more days until school started. Emma wanted to have a steadier source of income. They did agree to work Valentine's Day even though it was on a weeknight. Emma talked to Ms. Neilson the next day and discussed what the job as accompanist required. She thought she could do the job but it would put a strain on her. When she brought this up, citing her academic as well as the time spent on their act, Ali was understanding. They would work around her other priorities. Ali was an older woman with greying hair but still slender, with darting light blue eyes. She had kept most of her attractiveness. She said the show she had seen impressed her greatly. She asked if Kelly was interested in pursuing voice. Emma had to say she could only ask her. Emma left feeling so much better about her life. She went back and talked with Kelly about what had been said. As Emma had suspected, Kelly enjoyed singing but did not want make a living that way.
The girls' love life blossomed into a torrid set of lovemaking sessions. Kelly was not a lesbian, but she was very bisexual. Emma knew it would be foolhardy to fall for her but her heart was not under her mind's control. Kelly arranged with Minnie to have a date at the club the night before school picked back up. They would not work that night but would have the use of the apartment. It would be Emma's first real date and she was excited. They asked who would be the act that night. They were told that no one had been chosen yet but they would be good.
When date night arrived, with Kelly and Emma watching, a young girl band took the stage. They had good vocals but were not rehearsed enough. Minnie walked up to tell the two she was sorry about the act but could not find anyone better on short notice. Minnie was impressed that Emma was sitting on Kelly's lap, just devouring her face, not caring about anything. Emma stunned her by asking if they could do anything to help. Minnie declined but wished all her talent cared this much. The two went back to their lazy-paced loving and left Minnie to lick her hurt pride. She didn't like to put on amateurish acts. Later in the night, there was a howl of passion that could be heard by all. It was the hit of the night, especially for Kelly. Emma was getting too good at pleasing her. She had never ever been kept on the knife's edge like that. Kelly had to beg over and over before Em would allow her to climax. Then Em wouldn't let it stop. She kept the explosions emanating from her lover building as Kelly lost any thought and just erupted like Krakatoa. The massive climax actually had the opposite effect than Emma had hoped for. Kelly became almost frightened for her life. She truly loved Emma in the romantic sense but didn't want to lose her identity.
The Valentine's Day show was a night to remember for everyone present. Nora got herself and Eva in. By far the hit of the show was Kelly's performance of her rewrite of 'When a Man Loves a Woman.' Kelly just changed the gender of the male pronouns to feminine and sang the song with all the soul of Percy Sledge. Emma added everything she had to the music, turning out a product unlike any other. They made impassioned love that night. It expressed the mood of them both.
Emma had found love even if it was fleeting. Having tasted it, she craved more, as if she were a junkie. Two months later, Kelly found a man, putting Emma on the back burner. They did occasionally have sex and still professed love. Emma moved on.
Emma and Nora were lovers for the rest of the scholastic year. Nora taught Emma many things about herself as well as other women. Emma knew the relationship would never last. Nora's eye always was scouting new girls. Emma just used her time learning. Nora taught her how to build a wall around her heart. Emma saw that, while it might be needed most of the time, it could keep out true love, something Emma wanted.
Eva also found a man and was very into fucking her guy anytime she could, even if Nora was present. This hurt Nora deeply. She never would have done that to a roomie. Their relationship became icy. Emma spoke to Eva one day about how crude her actions were. Eva spent days sulking and came to realize she was being a bitch. Eva made an attempt to make up with Nora, but Nora was a person who forgave but would never trust again.
Emma did enjoy her work at the voice department. It gave her a chance to explore new kinds of music. And it afforded her an opportunity to met new girls. She found one in particular. Liz Connor was learning to sing jazz. She had a bright and expressive voice. It turned out her mouth was also expert at other things. She seduced Emma one night after they practiced and drove Emma wild. Liz had an apartment, so they could be alone when they wished. Emma had found love once more. Over the summer, Emma followed Liz back to her home city. They were inseparable. Liz lived in a very liberal city, where they were welcomed. They even put on a show at a local gay bar on open mic night and it was like old times for Emma. At the start of the school year, Liz asked Emma if she wanted to move in with her, and she did. So the two lived out the year in a blissful state.
Then Liz was asked to join a band. And Emma lost her love. This one hurt her so deeply she did not even look for over a year.
Emma had made up her mind to study law. She fulfilled the prerequisites and spent her last year finding funding. She asked Father James if her knew of financial aid she might be able to secure. He did and sponsored Emma. She was accepted by Catholic Charities, which covered over half of her costs. She just had to make up the rest. She made applications to mostly Catholic schools. One of her favorites, Georgetown, accepted her. They also gave her a partial scholarship, which gave her all the money she needed. She made plans to go there. When she visited, she was shown around by a very pretty law student. Emma was instantly attracted to her. The woman was very observant and took time to explain to Emma that she had to stay under the radar -- it was, after all, a Catholic school.
Emma knew it would be a lean three years. She knew she could cope with just her own attention. She joined the Law Review and edited it her second and third years. She did a lot of volunteer work, as well as work with the local LGBT community, something she could not talk about at school. To help with her rent, she found a roommate, who turned out to be bisexual. So she had an outlet for her desires, if not her love. She and Kelly kept up their friendship, still making love on occasion. Kelly went to medical school locally so they had time for one another between Kelly's male love interests. Emma, as she always did, vied for and, in the end, graduated first in her class.
Emma applied for and won a clerkship for the chief justice of the supreme court. It was a great learning experience. She did not agree with his political views, but that was one of the reasons he wanted her. She was a voracious reader of anything and everything. Her knowledge of law impressed him. She never showed fear or disrespect towards anyone, a trait that was also highly valued. When she drafted briefs, they were fair to the arguments of both sides in all cases. She would have all the precedents for him to review. One day when she knocked on his door, something that was not usual, he invited her in. Seeing she was greatly upset, he inquired as to her problem. She told him that the Reverend Mother who had raised her was dying of cancer. She had started weeping, something he had never seen her do. It was the middle of the session and he did not want to do without her.
The justice asked the others if they could adjourn for a week. Emma was well-liked and respected by them all, so they agreed. One of the female secretaries was attempting to calm Emma. Everyone knew what she had overcome and wanted to help.
Emma flew back to be with Sister Mary Joan and the other sisters she had never had the time to visit. Mary Joan was so elated to have Emma back with her! She had so missed the child during her schooling. On the second day of her visit, God called Sister Mary Joan home to him. After the funeral Emma comforted the sisters as well as she could and went back to DC. She had lost her anchor and was more alone than she had ever been.
Kell called her, hoping to give Emma solace. They went out to dinner and Kelly let her old friend give vent to her pain. As they were finishing, Kelly received a text from her boyfriend. It was decorated with photos of them, as well as one of an engagement ring in a case with a question mark after it. There were no words, but Kelly thought it was romantic and handed her phone to Emma. Emma's reaction was one of total shock. She had met the man and liked him immensely. She was very happy for her friend and lover. Kelly asked her if she would be her maid of honor, and Emma said yes, wanting to know when the wedding would be. Kelly had given no thought to it, so she would have to get back to her as soon as a decision was made.
Emma went home feeling as if she had just lost her first love forever. She would on no condition have sex with a married woman. This was the worst week of her life she was happy to return to work.
On the day of Kelly's bridal shower, Emma brought her back to her bed. Emma had learned so many new ways to please a woman. She used them all on Kelly. She wanted this to last forever in both their minds. Mouth, fingers, teeth, tongue, tribbing, and combinations of many stimulations. She left Kelly too drained to even contemplate leaving the house. Kelly passed into a deep hard sleep in Emma's arms. In the morning Kelly was sore. You couldn't come that much without being so.
When she sat down to have coffee with Emma she asked, "What got into you, Em? Last night?"
"Kelly, that was our last time. I won't have sex with married people. I just want to make it memorable for us both."
"Donnie knows about us, Em. He doesn't care, honey."
"I like him, Kell, and will not betray your vows. As I would hope you would not want to. Be happy with your chosen one. I will be here for you. Just not as a bedmate."
The wedding was a big one. Eva and Nora were there, so Emma took the time to get reacquainted with them. Eva was married but not very happy. Her husband drank too much and couldn't perform in bed. Of course, he blamed Eva. This naturally pissed Nora off. She had learned how to keep out of other people's troubles. So she said nothing.
Emma finished up her clerkship and was taken on by a top DC law firm as an associate. She and Kelly went to dinner at least once a month. At first Kell would try to test Em's resolve about sex. But to no avail. She finally found a willing nurse, Hester, to take Emma's place. It was not the same, but she yearned for feminine lovemaking so it had to do.
One day Kelly called Emma at work in a state of agitation. Eva had shown up at her door, with Nora holding up her battered body. Emma told her to call the police and file a report. Eva lived in another state, but it would get back to the authorities. Emma went to talk to one of the partners about handling Eva's case pro bono publico, and she was given permission.
Emma arrived at Eva's hospital room. Eva was an unholy mess: Her jaw was broken, as was her nose. She had been burned with lit cigars on her nipples and clitoris, as well as her face, hands, and armpits. Eva could not stop crying out in pain and humiliation. She felt she had caused this somehow. It brought back memories Emma had suppressed long ago. She knew she had to get Eva help now. Kelly had arranged for a specialist to see Eva.
It helped for a while, until her husband found her and came to get his property. His bad luck was Eva's good fortune. Nora had come to visit her old roomie. She would not let the drunk man into the room. He took a swing at her, to no avail. Nora swept it away with an open hand, so he charged her, just as the police arrived. Nora punched him upwardly on his nose with her open palm, and the man crumpled. The pain was savage. He would never know how close he came to death. Billy was charged with attempted murder, as well as aggravated assault in Nora's case. Now that he was in their jurisdiction, charges were filed in both federal and state courts for his actions upon his wife.
Emma handled the divorce and even offered to help the prosecution, who did not accept. Billy came from a very wealthy family so Eva did well in her settlement. She also received payments from his parents after they had seen what their sick boy had done. Billy's mother vomited when she first saw Eva's wounds -- she wanted to divorce her son. Actually, she wanted to have a postpartum abortion. He was disowned by his entire family and would spend a very hard time in prison. He just could not help being a smartass.
Emma's reputation as a top litigator was building. She had defended people and companies in cases that were thought unwinnable. Three years later she was made a partner at the firm, and her services were in great demand. Kelly was doing her training for her chosen specialty so they didn't get together as often as either would have liked. Then late on a Tuesday night Emma got a phone call. She saw it was Kelly. She was worried as she answered.
"What's up, Kelly?"
Kelly's sobbing voice begged, "Can I bunk at your house, Em?"
"Do you need me to come and get you?"
"I'm down the street from your house, Em. Be right there."
Before Emma could put on a robe and wake up, she heard the knock and ran to open the door. "God, Kelly! What happened to you?!" Kelly was soaked with her tears. "I walked in on two people fucking my husband," she said miserably. "They were both men and neither was using a condom. Don admitted he was gay and had married me to protect his job." She had stood there for a few minutes and then lost it. They weren't even using protection for her safety! She had grabbed a bag she kept for the times she worked late and stormed out.
Emma led her to the guest room where she placed her bags they then went to sit in the living room. She knew Kelly wanted her, but she was still married and Emma had her personal rules. Emma just came out and asked, "So, Kell. What do you want to do?"
"Em, I can't live with him anymore. If he is not even thinking of his own safety, I doubt he is thinking of mine! I'm going to have to have HIV tests for at least 10 years! Maybe for the rest of my life! I need to divorce him, but I don't want to screw him over. I was cheating with a nurse so I am not any better."
"But will he agree to it? You know Maryland has no-fault divorce, based on mutual consent. That would be the cleanest choice. Otherwise you will have to be separated for one year first."
"I think to avoid being outed, he will agree. I know I will."
"Does he have legal representation?"
Kelly gave a short, wry laugh. "Actually, one of the guys he was with was his lawyer."
"Kell, I need to get some sleep. I will get with Don as soon as I can."
"Em, may I sleep with you tonight?"
"I don't think that's wise, Kell. You are still legally his spouse. I don't want to be dragged into this. I'll think about it when you are free. I think you know how I feel." Kelly nodded. She was in a very pathetic state, but she understood Emma's reasons.
The next day Emma spoke to Don. He was quite relieved by the news that Kelly just wanted out. He took down Emma's work number and said he would have his lawyer call her. Emma phoned Kelly at the hospital and told her that this might not take a long time. Emma was licensed in Maryland so she could act as Kelly's attorney. Later that day, Don's representative called her to set up a meeting to discuss terms and a settlement. When Kelly got to her house that night, Emma had all the paperwork ready to be filled out.
"Damn, Em! You do work quick." They filled out all the forms. When Emma asked Kelly what things she wanted, she made a list. They were all personal: Her diplomas, photographs, books, and the like. *No problem there*, Emma thought. Don and his lawyer wanted to get this done as expeditiously as possible, and so did Kelly.
There were two new people at work whom Emma had not met yet. One, a paralegal who would work for another partner, knocked on Emma's door. She was almost as small as Emma, with short dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a somewhat larger bust than Emma's.
"Hello, Ms. Black. I'm Donna Maria Alvarez, Mr. Epstein's new paralegal. I came here from Eldridge and James in Boston. I worked there for 10 years and have references from all the partners." They talked shop for about 30 minutes, and Emma thought she might actually have a friend here. As Donna was leaving she stopped and turned to Emma with a look of trepidation. "Ms. Black, I've heard talk that you might be gay. Is that true?"
Emma broke out with a belly laugh. When she regained control, she led Donna to a plaque on her office wall. "I don't hide that fact, Donna. I got this from the LGBT Bar Association for contributions to furthering equality in law."
"So I don't have hide as I did before?"
"I don't. Just do your job and be careful whom you hit on."
"I know to keep my love life separate from work. Can you tell me about the scene here in DC?"
"Not going to be very helpful there, Donna. I don't do clubs or the bar scene. To be honest, I spend most of my dating time looking for a serious relationship. You know. My forever."
"I hate the meat market spots, too. I can get sex. But love is real hard to find and damned hard to keep. Where do you meet women?"
"Anywhere serious people gather. I like plays and the opera. I go to talks at universities. And seminars are good, too. Have you tried book or movie discussion groups?"
"Wow! Mayhap I could accompany you sometime to see what's happening, Ms. Black."
"Yes, Donna. Do you like the symphony? I have tickets for Friday if you would like to come. And please call me Emma."
"Emma, then. I would like that. I'll have to buy a dress and shoes for our date."
"Donna, don't spend a lot of money. Anything you have will be new to me."
"Emma, it makes me feel so special to wear new clothes with someone new." Emma arranged to pick Donna up at her apartment on Friday, and planned to take her to dinner before the concert. Kelly sulked when Emma told her about the date, so the time had come for an honest talk.
"Kelly, you know I care for and about you. And you've made it clear to me many times that you need men in your life as well as women. I've never hidden the fact that I am looking for a forever lover for just me alone. This woman is possibly the one -- I have to give it a fair chance. If I am wrong, I will still be your FWB but that is all. If we make a commitment, I will never cheat on her, Kell, and you will always be my friend, but I will not be a lover with you anymore. I deserve a chance just as you did."
"I didn't realize you were that serious about Donna, Emma. I want you to be happy more than you will ever know. If I can help in any way just ask. I know how much I hurt you at school by not being true to you. I still am guilty over that." Kelly gave Emma a squeeze and a kiss then went to shower. She needed to visit her nurse FWB tonight. She thought *Kelly, you are such an unfaithful whore sometimes.*
Work was busy, so Emma and Donna had not a second for one another. Emma did get introduced to the other new hire, who was a legend in the DC legal community. She was the new legal secretary for one of the senior partners. Eloise Campbell had been hired away from her previous firm by Jeffery Paterno at a very high salary. Word was she was worth every penny. Eloise had more contacts and knowledge than anyone could have expected, many outside the field. She was a statuesque blonde who was in her late 30s or early 40s. She had a body that both men and women wanted. Eloise was not aloof but she endured no insult or innuendo. She was someone whose friendship you wanted to curry. Emma honestly liked her and told her as much. They went to coffee and got to know one another.
On Friday Emma rushed home to put on her own new dress, a black cocktail dress with red lace at the bodice. Emma wore black lace underwear and thigh high ecru hold-ups. She put on a pair of red three-inch stiletto heels that matched the lacework's color. She picked up Donna at her apartment and they went to a French restaurant for dinner. They both ate lightly so they wouldn't fall asleep to the music. They talked all through dinner. Emma learned about her new friend: She had lived in Boston all her life and left to find new things. She had two serious romances, one similar to Emma's time with Kelly. It had ended the same way, except that Donna never talked to her again. The second was an older woman who taught her much but in the end was unfaithful and controlling. That ended when the woman sent Donna out to bring back young girls for the woman to 'turn' gay. Donna left but never returned. The whole thing had become sordid and demeaning to her. Emma gave a history of her love life that was honest and unadorned. She wanted Donna to know she was serious about them.
The National Symphony Orchestra was as good as ever. The music was exciting and both ladies were very entertained. Donna placed her hand in Emma's after the second selection had begun -- it felt so right to both of them.
When the concert ended, Donna did not want to let go of the warm little hand so she didn't. They walked to the car hand-in-hand -- it seemed so natural. It was a cold January night so they stopped at a bistro for something warm to drink. Emma ordered two house special hot chocolates. Donna was impressed. The drinks were like eating hot Belgian truffles.
The women told stories of their growing up. Donna had a great interest in the convent life. Emma wanted to know about growing up with siblings. They were both interested about how the other told her family about being gay. Emma never had to. She had taken Kelly to visit, as well as Nora. The sisters were worldly enough to see the love in Emma's eyes. They had been kind and understanding to all the girls. If Emma was gay, they had raised her so she had no blame. Donna had fared well with her brother and older sister, but her younger sister was still cold to her. Her father was very quiet and did not speak to her. He was afraid of what he might say. Her mother only asked her to talk to their priest. Father Amos was not pleasant to her. He told her she was violating God's law and she must give up sinning this way. She had given up the church instead but was still a Catholic girl in her soul.
They sat and talked through another chocolate and Emma took Donna home. She walked her to her door. Donna thanked her date for a wonderful time and gave Emma an impassioned kiss goodnight. Emma floated back to her car. She did not remember driving home. She knew this was real and she wanted Donna as hers. Kelly was lying on the sofa watching an old movie. She asked about the date but already knew by Emma's demeanor. Emma was lit up like the Las Vegas strip. She did not even try to hide it. Emma sat in a chair and told her oldest friend she had been correct about Donna being forever material. Kelly was happy for little Emma. She deserved happiness more than anyone she knew. Kelly made plans to move back to Baltimore so Emma would not have to explain her presence.
Emma and Donna were in no hurry. They got to really know each other over the next three weeks, and both knew love had been planted and was germinating. They made no outward shows at work, but after the first week Eloise asked Donna if she and Emma were lovers.
"I must say a 'yes' and a 'no' to that question, Eloise. I'm totally sure we're in love but we haven't had sex yet. We want to be absolutely sure first."
"I knew you two were going to hook up, Donna. I'm happy for you both. I've looked for all my adult life but have never found the right person." Eloise gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and a big smile that conveyed her sincerity.
As Valentine's Day approached, Emma made serious plans. She bought an engagement ring and made dinner reservations. She picked up Donna and took her to Co Co. Sala. They both loved chocolate and it was in almost every dish. They sat talking and indulging until Emma stood up and knelt at Donna's feet. Donna's eyes were popping. The dining room became silent as Emma looked into Donna's soul and saw this was the correct thing.
Emma, in her best court room voice, said, "Donna Maria Alvarez, it is time for us. Will you wed me?" There was a tense murmur amongst the onlookers until Donna answered in a very strong voice. "Yes. I wondered if I should just ask you, but this is better." There was a happy round of applause as Emma slipped the ring on her hand. Emma stood up and kissed her betrothed. There was champagne sitting on the table, a gift from the house. This action is indicative of why they are famous. The couple stared into each other's eyes all evening, until they left. Emma wanted very much for Donna to come home with her. Donna could think of nothing that could be better so she went happily to Emma's bed.
They were in no hurry. It took hours of time for each to shed the other's clothing. They stopped to savor each new sight and taste. First they just explored faces and necks with small nips licks and kisses. Both were excited but still wanted to take their first time slowly so as to sample every new treasure to be found. They removed the dresses slowly to heighten the sensations. They both relished the redolence they were giving off. The fragrance of heightened ardor was enough to push them into climax but they resisted, wanting more. Slow caresses and kisses explored bodies until every spot had been attended to. Donna removed the alluring bra from her partner. She teased and suckled on the engorged nipples and areolae. Emma let her have her fun. She loved this person, and with that came trust and lust. Donna was entering a heaven. She had never had someone like this, and it was heady. When Donna had her fill, she was gently rolled on her side and her lace bra had its clasp released. Out spilled two mounds that Emma had to have for the first time. Donna tasted of the sweat of sexual excitement. Her skin gave off the pheromones of arousal and delicate perfume. Emma would never get enough of this. She took nipples into her mouth, rolling them and tugging gently. Donna was moaning with the superb stimulation she was controlling with great effort; Emma was giving her no quarter. Donna felt lips kissing her down the center line of her abdomen, stopping at intervals to sample the flavor of her lover. Emma slid the black lace panties off. She was greeted by a scent that had no equal: Excited woman. Her sex was very wet and getting more so with every kiss and touch she received. Donna was not worried. She knew how stimulating this was for Emma. Emma shook with anticipation as her tongue lapped at the opening before her. Ambrosia was her only thought. Pure nectar of the goddess that was Donna. She slid in a finger, to a strong jerk from her inamorata, followed quickly by a loud sigh of absolute contentment. Her lingua was not idle. It teased a very erect bud, not enough to bring Donna to fruition, but almost. Donna was thrusting her hips aggressively at the finger and mouth. The agreeable torture was an all encompassing feeling. Emma felt fingers on her head she was not being pulled in but she also was not allowed to stop. Another finger was added as the osculation became more insistent. Donna lost all thought and rode out the most shattering apogee of her life -- it would not stop. Emma kept her bucking like a wild pony. Her mouth would give the overly sensitive nub time to rest but her g-spot was stimulated even more. Then that mouth would reclaim its prey, driving Donna back into ecstasy. Donna took the trip three times when Emma came up for air. Donna was looking at her with an astounded stare. She spoke in a very soft voice. "Enough, Donna? Or do you want more?"
Donna could not breathe to speak. She just held her hand up to indicate 'Stop'. Tears of joy trickled down her cheeks. She reached down to get her Emma. *Every time can't be this good, can it?* Emma finally made it back up to her after stopping for another serving of breast and dug. She was not yet finished with Donna. Donna gave a disapproving look and said, "Emma, you have to play fair. I want you, too."
Donna received a pout for this. "But, Mom! It's a new toy and I love to play with it!"
"Little girls need to share, young lady." Both were starting to titter, trying unsuccessfully to hold back. Donna was every bit the lover that Emma was. They wore each other out with love that night.
The alarm was a harsh taskmaster and demanded attention, so they dressed and went off to work. Emma arranged a meeting with Donna's superior, Emmett Jackson. She knocked on his door and asked a difficult question.
"Good morning, Emmett. It appears I have a problem. I proposed to Donna last night and she accepted. Should I leave the firm? I don't want her to lose her position."
"Emma, she does not work for you so there is no conflict here. I would not expect you will want to leave us, and Donna is a very good paralegal. Please don't have sex at work is all I ask."
"Thanks, Emmett. I would have hated leaving. We don't have time to fool around here anyway." Emma said the last with a smile.
When she came out of the office, there was Eloise talking to Donna. "I'm impressed with Emma. She found someone and got her, and it's a prize many others would love to have. Myself included."
Donna looked at the elegant woman with a stunned expression. "Who knew? Eloise? You have to let people know. To give yourself a chance!"
"Anyway, congratulations! Donna, it's a very nice ring! When are you two planning for the wedding?"
"We haven't talked about it yet."
Emma walked up to Eloise and looked her in the eyes. "I know several sincere ladies if you want an introduction. Donna is correct -- you are intimidating in your demeanor so you will have to pursue, not wait and hope."
"I will give that some thought, Emma. I didn't know this firm is gay tolerant, so I was taking everything slowly. I do know how to court women, ladies." Eloise smiled as she walked back to her desk. She had found some new friends. That made life a little nicer.
Kelly's divorce went through without a hitch and she moved in with her nurse. They decided to try it for a time and see if it would last.
Epilogue
The engaed couple talked about their hopes for marriage. They wanted to be wed in a church, but both were Catholic, so that was out. Emma had always wanted a baby and Donna knew she did, too, so they had no problem there. Telling Donna's family was not something they looked forward to, but they did it. There were no pyrotechnics. Donna's mother wanted to help all she could and was elated to find out they were going to have children. Telling the sisters had Emma as nervous as she had been in years. They knew she was gay, but this was still taboo. The sisters were not negative but stated outright that it could not be in a church, at least not a Catholic one.
The women moved in together after six months of dating and settled into a routine at home and work. They knew enough to give each other space. Donna was a baseball fan so she would have game dates with Eloise and other women at work. Emma was busy with her caseload so she often worked at home. Donna knew enough to leave her alone at those times. They joined the Washington National Cathedral. They were happy to discover the Cathedral would allow same-sex weddings to be performed for congregants. It was Episcopal and that was close to Catholic. They planned to get married on the next St. Valentine's Day and reserved that day for their wedding. They chose bridesmaids and maids of honor, asking in plenty of time.
Donna's mother, Dana, was a tremendous help and font of information. She only wished they could get married in a real Catholic wedding, but she understood. By far, the most helpful person was Eloise. She had tendrils everywhere and could get things done no one else could.
The wedding was astounding because of the people who attended: Six Supreme Court justices, as well as five of the sisters. One, Sister Angelica, acted as a bridesmaid for Emma, and the Reverend Mother, Sister Jennifer, gave her away. The brides were also celebrated by much of the legal profession in town. It was Emma's happiest day; she would always celebrate her V-day. It was the day she had learned how to love, she had found and proposed to Donna, and finally it was the day she married her forever. They did have children: Emma had a girl and named her Mary Joan after the greatest influence in her life, and Donna had a boy, whom she named after her father, Gustavo, and a little girl, Dana, named for her mother. They stayed a happy family until death parted them many years and grandchildren later.
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Title: How to Date a Superhero Ch. 08
Tags: superheroes, greek gods, action, drama, mega-girl
The science building at Gateway City University was usually a very busy place, so it felt strange to Travis to walk its halls and find it completely empty. Not that he expected anything else at five o'clock on a Tuesday morning. Rounding a corner and entering one of the many small labs provided for private study, he found Penny already waiting for him as she set up some vials and rubber tubing. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants, a loose tee-shirt, and thick-rimmed glasses. Her skin was pale and her scattered hair was black. Travis briefly marveled at the completeness of her disguise; no one would ever suspect such a person to be Mega-Girl.
"Hey," Travis yawned, setting his backpack on a table.
Penny turned and smiled, "Hey." She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "Thanks for meeting me so early, you have no idea how much it means to me. After everything that's been going on, I'm so behind..."
"Glad to help," Travis shut the door to give them some privacy in case any other early-birds wandered by. He took off a light leather jacket, revealing a simple buttoned shirt beneath. His short, spiky, brown hair was just as messy as Penny's, but that was by design.
There was tension between them at first as they began working on their Chemistry Lab assignments, the type of tension two people experience after ending a sexual relationship and trying to remain friends, but eventually they fell into a rhythm by focusing on the lab assignments. They worked well together but held their conversation to the subject of chemistry and little else for the two hours they were together.
When they were nearly done, Penny was jotting down some final notes and noticed Travis kept glancing at her hand as he cleaned up the chemistry gear in a small stainless steel sink. "What do you keep looking at?" she asked, setting her pen down.
"Huh?" Travis glanced, "Oh, um. Your ring, I guess."
Penny lifted her right hand and wriggled the four fingers; a platinum ring encircled the middle, "You mean my image-transducer?"
Travis grabbed a towel to dry his hands, "Yeah. How does it work?"
She looked at it, "It surrounds me with a thin spectrographic ionization field, changing the way light reflects off me. Makes my hair dark, my skin pale -"
Travis nodded, "You told me when we um.... broke up."
Penny blushed, "Oh, right..."
Travis moved to sit next to her at the lab table, "I mean, how does it work? That's some pretty advanced stuff. Does it have a power source? Did you make it?"
"You know, I have no idea how it's powered," Penny studied the ring, "Dr. Prizm made it for me."
"The leader of the World League?" Travis sounded impressed as he referenced the world's premier team of super heroes, an international group based out of New York City.
"Yeah," Penny nodded, "He knew my father. They worked together on a government project, before I was born. Some sort of medical research, I guess. He's known about me and my powers ever since I was a kid. Mom knew him, trusted him, and told him about me after realizing I was special. We're actually pretty close. He was the one who convinced me I could be a hero; he even helped design my costume."
"That's so cool," Travis grinned.
His smile was infectious and Penny smiled back at him, "Yeah?"
"When I was a kid I wanted to *be* Dr. Prizm," Travis admitted, "I liked his costume and I thought it would be cool to be in the World League."
Penny laughed, "He wanted me to join the team."
"No shit? Dr. Prizm invited you to join the World League?"
Penny nodded, "Yeah, right after I started wearing the costume."
"Why didn't you?" Travis sounded amazed she would turn down such a prestigious offer.
Penny shrugged bonelessly, "I had already started school here and didn't want to transfer to New York. Plus, I didn't really know what I was doing or how well I'd fit with a team. I guess I just wanted to figure out how to be a hero on my own."
"Probably for the best," Travis poked a teasing elbow against her arm, "Those World League guys can't hold a candle to you."
Penny grinned broadly, "What are you talking about?"
"You're Mega-Girl!" Travis exclaimed, though not too loudly, "I bet you could beat the whole League in a fight. You're the toughest, most popular superhero of all time. You're probably even more famous than Commander Constitution."
Penny laughed, "Whatever! You realize there's a statue of Commander Constitution in Washington D.C. don't you?"
"So what?" Travis wasn't swayed, "Is *he* the number one best-selling Halloween costume this year?"
"Wait, Mega-Girl costumes are the best-selling this year?" She pushed a wispy strand of hair out of her face, "That's so unfair! I can barely afford school books and some company is making a fortune off me."
"You should sue," Travis suggested jokingly.
"Oh yeah," Penny giggled and rolled her eyes, her tone turning sarcastic, "After I win in court I can tell them to make the check out to 'Mega-Girl'. I should have no problems cashing that one." She sighed, "I really hate having a secret identity sometimes."
Travis cupped his hand over hers on the lab table, "I know it's hard for you, but I'm glad I'm one of the four people who know. I can't tell you how cool it is to be Mega-Girl's lab partner."
A warm smile decorated Penny's face, "You're so sweet, Travis. But actually, five people know my identity."
Travis counted on one hand, "Me, Jordan, your mom, Dr. Prizm...?"
Penny cleared her throat and murmured, "You forgot Apollo."
"Oh," Travis' expression lost some of its mirth, "Right, of course."
She smiled uncomfortably amidst the moment of silence.
Travis realized he and Penny had somehow moved shoulder-to-shoulder, so close that they were touching. He slid his stool away from her and stood to begin gathering his books, "So, um, how's that going? You and Apollo?"
"Great," Penny nodded quickly, noticing the sudden distance Travis put between them and moved to gather her own things, sensing the earlier tension between them had returned, "Apollo's really great. How about you? Jordan said you were at the apartment on Friday night, after we ran into each other at the Burger Shack."
Travis froze for a moment, "She said that? What else did she say?"
Penny lifted a shoulder, "Nothing, really. Why? Did something happen?"
A soft red color suddenly filled Travis' cheeks, "Um..."
Penny's mouth parted and she sucked in a breath, covering her lips with a hand, "Oh wow, did you guys...? I mean, are you and Jordan...?"
Travis made a sheepish grin.
Penny laughed, "I can't believe she didn't tell me. You're such a jerk, Travis!"
Travis was still grinning, "What? Why am I a jerk?"
"Here I am feeling guilty about bringing up Apollo and you've already got a new girlfriend." She batted his shoulder playfully, "Plus, she's my roommate!"
Travis winced, "Are you sure it's not weird? I know what you said at the Burger Shack, but -"
"It's fine," she assured him, "I mean, it's a *little* weird, but I'm happy for you. I love Jordan to death; she's the best person I know."
"Yeah," Travis agreed, "She's great."
"Just don't break her heart," Penny joked, "Or I'll throw you into orbit."
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Striding through his base of operations, a secret facility located underground, Master Disaster wore his full costume. Made of Spandex, the left arm was brown, the right arm blue, the left leg was a reddish-orange, and the right leg was colored white. All the colors met into a chaotic pattern on his torso. Thick boots, heavy gauntlets, and a cape depending from his shoulders were all colored black, matching his mask which covered the entirety of his head except the mouth.
Punching a code into an access panel on the wall, he entered a large meeting chamber with an oval shaped table in the middle of the room. Master Disaster was the last to arrive and the table was already littered with other super-villains. Two-Fold sat in a leisurely slouch, two of his duplicate copies standing behind his chair, all three wearing matching trench coats. Cyclone sat next to him, wearing his black and silver spandex costume emblazoned with a tornado on his chest. Madam Venom sat alone, as no one else wanted to sit next to her and the slithering python draped over her shoulders. The armored Doctor Death was telling a joke to the Jester, who couldn't stop giggling. Next to them was Roman Killian, a notorious mercenary who claimed to be the best hand-to-hand fighter in the world despite the fact that he often killed with a gun. Finally, beyond the table against a concrete wall, was The Leviathan.
"Hello everyone, in case you weren't aware my name is Master Disaster."
The room quieted as Master Disaster moved to stand at the head of the table, "I asked you all to be here today because each of you has a unique set of skills that can help me fulfill an assassination contract. Now, normally I don't concern myself with something as mundane as murder..."
Roman Killian snorted.
"... but my client made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"Who iss thiss client?" Madam Venom asked in her slithering tone.
"My client wishes to remain anonymous," Master Disaster told her.
Two-Fold frowned, "I don't like not knowing who I'm working for."
"Nor do I," Doctor Death added.
"You shouldn't concern yourself with such trivial matters," Master Disaster chuckled, "In fact I can offer each of you ten million reasons not to be concerned."
"Whoa," Cyclone leaned forward, "You're offering everyone in this room ten million dollars to help you kill someone?"
"LEVIATHAN RICH!"
"Must be one helluva target," Roman Killian maintained his cool demeanor.
"You're correct," Master Disaster inclined his head towards Roman, "It will be the most difficult target any of you have ever faced. We're going to kill Mega-Girl."
The Jester erupted with laughter, though evidently he was the only one who got the joke.
"You're kidding," Two-Fold rubbed his shaved scalp, "Right?"
"What are you afraid of?" Doctor Death snorted, "She's just a girl."
Two-Fold rose towards the challenging words, "What are you, stupid? Don't you watch TV? That 'girl' took on Apollo!"
"And now sshe's dating him," Madam Venom hissed, "We would likely have to contend with him asss well."
"So what?" Cyclone pointed towards the twelve-foot monster at the back of the room, "We've got The Leviathan on our side!"
"NO ONE CAN STOP LEVIATHAN."
"Everyone calm down," Master Disaster lifted his gauntlet-covered hands, "Yes, Mega-Girl is a formidable opponent. Yes, we may have to contend with Apollo as well. But you must all trust me. I have a *plan*. In fact, it's already in motion. Thanks to our employer, we have a secret weapon that almost assures success."
Everyone in the room fell silent as Master Disaster paused for dramatic effect. They all knew his reputation as a genius and master planner and waited for him to clue them in.
Master Disaster grinned wickedly at their rapt attention, his mouth the only section of his face visible beneath his mask, "I know Mega-Girl's secret identity."
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Free of afternoon classes, Mega-Girl soared high above the world and enjoyed the sounds of Gateway City as it went about its daily business. "Harbinger," she lifted a hand to her cellular earpiece, "Are you listening?"
*I'm here, MG.*
"What'cha doing?" she asked, in a good mood and feeling chatty amidst the uncommonly sunny and warm fall weather.
*Homework, which is what you should be doing. The city's calm. Not a peep from the police bands all day. Even the bad guys must be out enjoying the nice weather.*
"I hung out with our mutual friend this morning in lab," Mega-Girl teased as she flew over Byrne Park, "He got awful blushy and shy when I brought you up."
*That's because all the boys are in love with me. I'm a super-sexy computer nerd in flannel pee-jays who solves crime in her precious spare time. What boy could possibly resist that? There should be a television show about me.*
Mega-Girl laughed at her roommate's sarcasm.
*How did it go being lab partners?*
"It was weird," Mega-Girl admitted, making a high pass over the Warrens, "But only at first. By the time we were done I remembered all the reasons I wanted to date him."
There was a moment of silence through the cellular signal and Mega-Girl winced, realizing she shouldn't have said what she said. Travis and Jordan had only started dating and it was obvious Jordan had jealous suspicions that Travis wasn't over his prior relationship.
Jordan finally spoke in an apprehensive tone.
*You sound like you're still into him.*
"I'm not," Mega-Girl replied hastily, as though she were trying to convince herself as much as Jordan, "I swear. I'm with Apollo now."
*I know, it's just tough to be the next girl a guy dates after he's been with a super-*
Jordan's sentence was cut short and followed by a static-filled thumping sound.
"Harbinger?" Mega-Girl paused her flight mid-air and hovered, lifting a hand to her ear, "Harbinger, do you copy?"
A subtle click through her earpiece indicated the line had gone dead. Mega-Girl tried to re-establish the connection from her earpiece and waited a few moments to see if Jordan had been a klutz and accidently hung up, but no answer came. Mega-Girl quickly grew concerned that something was wrong and shot through the air like a blur of crimson. A thunderous boom echoed above the city as she broke the sound barrier, streaking towards her apartment.
"Jordan?" Mega-Girl called out less than a minute later, after crawling through her bedroom window.
She stepped into the apartment's hallway and didn't hear a sound, but Jordan's bedroom doorway was open.
"Jordan? Are you -?"
Mega-Girl stopped short in the doorway when she saw her roommate subdued by a costumed man. He was holding Jordan against his chest with one arm around her neck and the other pinning Jordan's arm to the small of her back. The man's costume was a mixture of black and grey with a full face mask and a scorpion symbol across his chest; Mega-Girl recognized him instantly from news reports, but had never before encountered the villain.
"Do you know who I am?" the man asked in a gravelly voice.
"Deathstalker," Mega-Girl answered, remaining still and locking eyes with Jordan, who appeared deathly afraid.
"That's right," he growled, "And if you know that, you know I'll kill your sexy little friend here without a second thought if you so much as twitch."
Mega-Girl didn't doubt him. Deathstalker was responsible for the killings of countless innocents during his time as a costumed assassin. She knew he had superhuman speed and strength; enough to kill Jordan before Mega-Girl would be able to close the short distance between them.
"I have the proportionate strength and speed of a scorpion," Deathstalker bragged, as he always did to his victims, "I fought the Superb Six to a standstill! So you got no play, hero, except to do what I say."
Mega-Girl's right fist balled at her side, unafraid. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to remain cool.
Deathstalker indicated Jordan's bed with a lift of his chin, "See that duffel bag? There's a pair of suppression cuffs inside. Put 'em on."
Mega-Girl glanced towards the zippered bag.
"MG, don't do it!" Jordan suddenly cried.
Deathstalker squeezed his arm tightly around Jordan's throat, causing her to suddenly cough and choke.
Suppression cuffs were invented by Mega-Girl's mentor, Dr. Prizm, for use at the Blockade super-max prison. They were somehow able to inhibit certain individuals' superhuman powers, depending on the source or origin of those powers, though Mega-Girl didn't know if they'd work on her. "If I put them on," she stepped slowly towards the bed, "You'll let her go?"
"She's a means to an end," Deathstalker watched Mega-Girl's movements carefully, "The bounty is on your head, not hers."
"Bounty?" Mega-Girl stalled, unzipping the duffel bag. Inside was a bulky pair of rigid hand-cuff-like restraints. She wanted to know how Deathstalker, a villain she had never before encountered or fought, found out where she lived. Mega-Girl hoped she could keep him talking and discover some answers before putting the cuffs on.
"Ten million," Deathstalker grunted.
"...don't do it..." Jordan spoke hoarsely, her voice affected by the chokehold around her neck, "...he'll just kill us both..."
Mega-Girl pulled the suppression cuffs out of the bag and gave Jordan a sympathetic look.
"Shut-up," Deathstalker growled.
"You're a coward," Jordan rasped.
"Shut-up!" Deathstalker repeated, growing angry.
Mega-Girl held out a pleading hand, "Calm down, don't hurt her. I'll put them on..."
"You could never beat Mega-Girl," Jordan declared defiantly, struggling against the villain, "She'd kick your ass."
"I said shut-up!" Deathstalker yelled, flexing his muscular arm. An audible snap filled the bedroom as Jordan's expression fell dark and her body limp.
Mega-Girl's eyes went wide through the holes on her mask. "NO!!!" she cried desperately when she realized Jordan's neck had been broken.
"Dumb fucking bitch," Deathstalker released his grip and let Jordan's lifeless body slump to the floor.
In an instant Mega-Girl's entire world collapsed. Jordan was Penny's roommate, closest confidante, and best friend; her only friend, really. As Harbinger, Jordan was Mega-Girl's partner – her eyes and ears. Jordan was there when Penny first donned the costume their freshman year and had been in Mega-Girl's ear every time she wore the costume after that. The whole point of the costume was to protect Jordan from the villains Mega-Girl had to face on an almost daily basis, but now a villain Mega-Girl barely knew had broken through that mask and callously murdered one of the people she loved most in the world. All rational emotion left her and was replaced by a burning desire for revenge; for vengeance.
She wanted blood.
"You animal!" Mega-Girl's scream was filled with anguish as she flew at Deathstalker, hurling her body against his and blasting them through the apartment wall.
Their bodies fell in a tangle three stories down to bounce off the hood of a parked car before rolling to the sidewalk outside the front of the apartment building. Several young students who had been walking nearby screamed out in alarm and fled away from the violence.
Deathstalker was the first to his feet and he grasped the car they landed on, reaching beneath to get a hold of its frame and straining to lift it into the air above his head. Mega-Girl was on her hands and knees when he smashed the vehicle down over her kneeling frame and engulfed her in the wreckage.
"I'm collecting that ten million," Deathstalker laughed, his voice like a sloshing bucket of nails, "Everyone says you're hot shit, but a little girl like you hasn't got a chance against Deathstalker – the deadliest scorpion in the world!"
The car lifted into the air causing Deathstalker to back-step cautiously. Mega-Girl appeared beneath, hefting it above outstretched arms as easily as a child lifts a helium filled balloon. "What can you press?" she asked through a grim visage, "Four, maybe five tons? It takes twenty times that for me to even break a sweat. Before killing my friend you boasted about fighting the Superb Six to a draw..."
She casually tossed the sedan back towards the street where it landed in a crunching pile of metal and broken glass. Mega-Girl cracked her knuckles, "I eat guys like the Superb Six for breakfast and I'm as afraid of scorpions as I am of ants."
"Oh shit," Deathstalker muttered before running, his enhanced speed allowing him to clear the block in seconds.
Deathstalker was fast. He could outrun any conventional car on the wide open road, but in the congested university district his speed was limited by buildings, traffic, and other obstacles. Taking to the air, Mega-Girl simply flew above it all and had no trouble keeping pace. Deathstalker was fast, but few things on Earth were faster than the flight of Mega-Girl. Scooping him up beneath the shoulders, she plucked the assassin up and lifted him into the air like an eagle would snatch its prey.
Streaking straight up, Mega-Girl carried him above the clouds before letting him go.
"...ohhhhh shiiiiiiiiit!!!" Deathstalker yelled as he plummeted back towards the Earth, his body flailing and spinning in free-fall.
His downward descent was suddenly halted as Mega-Girl swooped after him and grabbed Deathstalker by the ankle, holding him aloft but dangling the panicking villain upside down.
"Who sent you?!" she yelled, "How did you find me?! Who put the bounty out on me?!"
"Help!" he screamed, "Put me down!"
Mega-Girl let go of him again.
Deathstalker fell through the cloud bank and saw Gateway City far below as he plummeted towards his death. But once again his momentum was halted by Mega-Girl, who was toying with him like a cat would a mouse.
"How did you know my identity?!" she demanded angrily, "How did you know where I lived?!"
"Oh fuck!" Deathstalker cursed as he looked down. Even the skyscrapers of the city looked like small toys from the height he was dangling, "It was Master Disaster! He's got it out for you!"
Mega-Girl let his ankle slip through her grip a couple of inches to stress the danger he was in, "Why? How did he discover my identity?"
"I don't know!" Deathstalker cried, "I swear! All I know is that he's putting together a whole crew of super bad guys to kill you. He's paying us ten million each – that's all I know!"
"Where is he? Where's Master Disaster right now?"
"I don't know! He moves around all the time, never stays in the same place for very long. The guy is some kind of genius, he's never been captured. I swear I'm telling the truth! Please don't let go of me!"
Mega-Girl scowled angrily, "You don't want to die?"
"No! Please...!"
"Neither did Jordan," Mega-Girl opened her grip and let go, but instead of flying after him again she simply hovered and watched Deathstalker fall. She listened to him scream until the sound vanished and so did he.
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Apollo had been out of the shower only moments when he heard the door buzzer, indicating someone was outside his condominium apartment. He scowled at the timing and wrapped a large grey towel around his waist. His beefy torso and long blond hair were still dripping wet when he answered the door.
"Hello brother," Artemis eyed his near naked form. She wore modern clothing, with faded skinny-jeans clinging to her legs, high leather boots, and a tight top that revealed her signature amount of mid-riff. A soft canvas case slung at her back likely concealed the bow of Minerva.
Apollo grunted at her and stepped away from the door but left it open.
Artemis watched Apollo unashamedly remove the towel from his waist and rub it over his head to dry his long, blond hair. She regarded his naked buttocks while following him inside, "Your years here on Earth have not been unkind to you, Apollo. Your ass is as firm as ever."
"I did not realize you were still on this plane," Apollo draped his towel over a dining table chair, "I am guessing you did not linger to make jests about my ass."
Artemis unslung the case containing her bow and set it on the table, "I like this new world. The mortals have filled it with all manner of technological distractions and fascinating cultures. I've decided to stay a while."
"You cannot stay with me," Apollo announced without malice, slipping a robe over his muscled figure.
"You are my twin brother," Artemis frowned, "You will not host me?"
"Penelope was gravely wounded by thy hand," Apollo reminded, "I will not suffer between the malice the two of you share."
Turning her back so Apollo wouldn't see her foul expression, Artemis stepped towards the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Gateway City, "Is this where the centuries have left us? You would choose a mortal over me?"
"Hermes believes she has Olympian blood," Apollo dodged the question.
"Hermes has always been one for tales. You and he are the only two among us that have been on this plane for a thousand years and you both assure me she is not born of either of your seed. She is mortal, Apollo, and though she is mighty her life will be as fleeting as all other mortals. How long will she hold your interest before time steals her beauty and allure? A decade or two?" Artemis snorted, "Her entire life is nothing but a moment when compared to our immortality. Spare yourself the heartache which will surely come and abandon her now."
"What would you have me do?" he scowled irritably, "Live a life of celibacy?"
"I would have you choose me over some fawning mortal child," Artemis countered.
"Was it not clear to thee, two millennia ago?" Apollo began to wander towards the kitchen, "When I chose the mortal world over Olympus, I forsook my blood. It is not a decision I regret."
Artemis stalked after him, "Two millennia or ten, it matters little - blood is blood and you can't deny what flows through your veins. You are my twin, Apollo, connected to me in ways neither of us will ever understand. Something as simple as time or words cannot sever the bond we share. I can smell it on you right now." She sneered out a smile, "You want me, as you ever have."
Apollo spun a snarling growl towards her, "Curse thy senses."
Artemis smiled smugly, "You can play the gruff warrior better than any other, but you will never be able to fool me. You want me, brother. You've wanted me since we were children and that desire has never left you. It seeps from your pores whenever you're near me. You wanted me when we were reunited in Olympus and you want me now. You want me even when you're with your mortal plaything."
"It is incest," Apollo resisted, "I swore after the last time – never again. I know not what mystical force you continue to hold over me, but..."
Artemis scoffed dismissively, "We are gods. Who can tell us what is right or wrong?" Stepping forward to lift her hands to Apollo's cheeks, Artemis replied, "No, my dear brother. If our eternal attraction to one another has any mystical force at its source, it is only destiny, and that is hardly my doing."
Apollo considered pushing her away when his sister lifted her lips to his, but even mighty Apollo couldn't resist destiny.
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*'...reporting live from an apartment building near GCU campus, where just a short time ago this normally quiet area was the location of a battle between Mega-Girl and the notorious super-villain known as Deathstalker. Rumors are swirling following an anonymous tip to FOX News that this same building is in fact the home of world-famous superhero Mega-Girl and her real identity is that of nineteen year-old college student Penelope Swann. Police investigators have yet to comment on these rumors, but have confirmed that Swann's roommate and fellow GCU sophomore Jordan Summers was found dead in the apartment... hold on, we're just getting word that the crushed body of an unidentifiable man found on the Claremont Bridge, after literally falling from the sky, iss indeed the body of Deathstalker. Witnesses driving on the bridge say the mangled corpse was wearing what appeared to be his costume. Authorities have yet to comment if Mega-Girl is wanted for questioning regarding these events, but we'll stay live with up-to-the-minute updates...'*
Lilly brushed a curtain aside to worriedly look out a front window. There was already a news van parked outside her house and she was sure more would follow. Many more. All of the cable news channels and major television networks had interrupted their regular programming to cover the 'unmasking' of Mega-Girl, accusing her of enacting vigilante justice and murdering a super villain.
"Mom!" Mega-Girl suddenly appeared from the kitchen, having slipped in through the back door.
Lily nearly jumped out of her skin and spun from the window, "Penelope! My god, you scared me."
Mega-Girl was still wearing her mask, but it was obvious she had been crying as her eyes were red and swollen, "Mom, we have to get you out of here."
"What?" Lily appeared confused, "Penelope, what's going on? Those people on the news, they know who you are! They're saying Jordan is dead and that -"
"She is," Mega-Girl tried to hold it together, but water began to cling to the underside of her eyes, "She's... dead. That monster, he... he killed her."
"Oh no," Lily moved forward to hug her daughter, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. This is horrible!"
The two women embraced, holding each other for a few silent seconds, but Mega-Girl couldn't let the moment linger. "We have to go," she murmured, looking at the television over her mother's shoulder, "All of my enemies know who I am now. They're going to come after me and try to hurt me any way they can, which means you're in danger."
"Danger?" Lily sounded worried, "But where will I go?"
"I'm taking you to the World League's headquarters in New York, you'll be safe there."
"New York?! But what about the shop? I can't just up and -"
"Mom!" Mega-Girl squeezed Lily's hand pleadingly, "This is serious, okay? Jordan is dead. She's dead because of me, because I'm Mega-Girl, and I can't let that happen to you."
Lily shook her head, "Don't do that, Penelope, you can't blame yourself."
"Please, mom. Not now, okay? Just go pack some things so I can take you to Walter. I can't deal with the rest of this shit until I know you're safe."
"O-okay," Lily agreed, "Just... just wait here a minute and I'll throw some things together."
As her mother hurried up some stairs towards her bedroom, Mega-Girl turned to view the television. The news had somehow already acquired a photo of her as Penelope. It was a picture of her and Jordan that she had in a frame on her dresser; Mega-Girl wondered how much a reporter paid a police officer to take it. Things were getting worse, she realized. Jordan was dead, the whole world suddenly knew her secret identity, and a criminal genius had offered a bounty for her head.
Mega-Girl felt deaf and blind without Jordan's ever-present voice in her ear. Though she always operated alone when in costume, it never felt that way. Jordan was her partner, the brains to Mega-Girl's brawn. She was truly alone for the first time since donning a mask, with only gut instinct to guide her. Her guts were telling her to find Master Disaster and punch him in the face but she had no idea how to locate him. Mega-Girl decided to worry about that later; first she needed to get her mother to safety.
A beeping noise suddenly rang in her earpiece and Mega-Girl realized she had never taken the Bluetooth device off. For a moment her heart leapt at the sound and she allowed herself to believe that somehow Jordan wasn't dead; Jordan was the only one with the number, after all. It had to be her!
She lifted a hand to her earlobe, "H-hello...?"
It was a male voice.
*Pen... I mean, Mega-Girl? It's me.*
"Travis!?" Mega-Girl spun away from the television to escape its noise and hear more clearly, "How did you get this number?"
*Jordan gave it to me. She said I should use it, if I'm ever in trouble, but I'm guessing you're the one in trouble. You're all over the television.*
Mega-Girl practically sobbed with relief. It wasn't Jordan - she knew that wasn't possible - but having a familiar voice that she could trust in her ear made her feel like she didn't have to face her problems alone.
*Are you okay? I've been watching the news, and... oh my god. Is it true? Is Jordan really...?*
The tears returned and Mega-Girl had to take her mask off to wipe them away, "I'm so sorry, Travis."
*Fuck. I can't believe it. I mean her and me... we...*
"I know," Mega-Girl sniffed. She could hear the pain in his voice, "It's all my fault, too."
*They're saying you killed that Deathstalker guy. Is that true? Did you avenge her?*
Mega-Girl's expression steeled as she remembered the satisfaction she felt, "Yes, but he wasn't acting alone."
*We have to get them – anyone involved. We have to make them pay.*
She was surprised by Travis' anger, "We?"
*I don't have Jordan's computer skills. Hell, my laptop is a five year-old piece of junk. But I know how much you relied on her. I'm here for you. I'll do whatever I can to help you. I c-can't believe she's dead, Jesus - I'm going to miss her so much, but she'd want us to go on. She'd want to help you nail these bastards, so that's what I'm going to do.*
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"Do not fail me," the shadowy image spoke ominously, "I do not tolerate failure in my underlings."
"I won't fail you my lord," Master Disaster stood before a tall dressing mirror within his private office. The mirror offered no reflection however, instead acting as a window into a nightmarish world.
"The girl must be broken before the final blow is struck, mentally as well as physically. Her will and might are too potent to extinguish easily. She must want to die. She must welcome death's embrace as relief from her struggles. That is why I shared her identity with you, to help break her will."
"Yes, Lord Pluto," Master Disaster lowered his gaze submissively, "It has already begun. Her closest companion is dead and her identity has been revealed to the world. My hired mercenaries will soon begin to test her endurance, as well. My only concern is Apollo, the two of them -"
"Leave my nephew to me," Pluto sounded confident, "His removal from the situation is already underway. Your only concern is the girl. Break her! When the time is right, my agent will perform the death blow."
"I understand, my lord. But my agents are working under the assumption that they are being paid to kill her. What if one of them succeeds?"
"It matters little," Pluto's shadowy image wavered, "Mega-Girl's flesh has tasted the bow's magic. It flows within her blood like an invisible poison. If she dies, her soul will become mine."
The image in the mirror collapsed inward until its surface returned to normal, reflecting an image of Master Disaster. He didn't like being a pawn in the game of gods, but Pluto had promised immortality in exchange for his service. That was a payment Master Disaster couldn't afford to turn down.
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The air suddenly sizzled and snapped as a globe of pure light expanded from nowhere, delivering a lithe figure with dark curly hair out of the cosmic ether. The light quickly collapsed to the palm of his out-held hand to form a perfectly spherical crystal ball. The ball then shrunk once again, from the size of a bowling ball to that of a marble. Hermes smiled and placed his new conduit into the front pocket of his tan slacks. Hecate had done her job well; his trip from Olympus to the mortal plane was flawless. Looking around, Hermes saw that he had arrived on the bank of a sandy shore. Behind him was the city of Athens, but that was not his destination; it was simply where the conduit led to.
Bending over, he tightened the laces on Nike sneakers before streaking westward faster than any human eye could possibly follow. His course took him over the Ionian Sea, his feet skimming over the surface of the water so swiftly they barely left a wake. He crossed over the boot of Italy and onto the Mediterranean, angling slightly southward so he could cross Spain at the canal of Gibraltar. Once over the Atlantic Ocean, Hermes really picked up speed, though he was forced to slow his pace after reaching America's congested east coast.
Ten and a half minutes after leaving Athens, Hermes came to a stop at the edge of a wooden fence in the wide open flats of south Texas. A herd of cattle grazed on the other side of the fence, seemingly oblivious to Hermes' presence. After dusting off his black designer tee shirt, Hermes strolled at a casual pace towards a sizable ranch. The house was encircled by a wide porch, situated in the middle of a barn and other sheds of storage.
A man with a full black beard and massively muscled arms stepped out of the ranch house through a squeaky screen door. He wore denim and flannel, with cowboy boots that fell heavily on the wooden floor boards. "Hermes," the man greeted in a deep tone that was neither hostile nor welcoming, "How did you find me?"
"Entirely by accident," Hermes stopped at the base of the porch stairs, "Nearly forty years ago. I read a story about a cattle rancher who saved a local man pinned under a John Deere tractor... by lifting the tractor off him."
"You've known where I was for the last four decades?"
"Off and on," Hermes gestured casually, "It's not like I've had you under surveillance. Don't worry, I haven't told anyone. Everyone in Olympus has given up looking for you and father is certain you're dead. None of the others have been on this plane for a thousand years except Apollo, and he certainly doesn't care about your whereabouts."
The man spat a wad of saliva at the mention of Apollo, "If you've been willing to leave me in peace for forty years, why reveal yourself now?"
"A question has been eating away at me for weeks," Hermes replied, "I've decided I can't live without an answer."
The man looked at him in a way that neither invited nor discouraged a question.
Hermes asked with a casual tone, "Tell me, Hercules. Are you the father of Mega-Girl?"
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After flying her mother to New York and placing her under the protection of Dr. Prizm, Mega-Girl wasn't sure what her next move should be. She wanted to mourn, but grieving for Jordan would simply have to wait. Her identity had been made public, her apartment was compromised (and had a big hole in the wall), and for all she knew the authorities were trying to track her down regarding the murder of Deathstalker. Mega-Girl needed help and a place to lay low. Travis had offered to help in any way he could but she didn't want him to end up like Jordan by putting him in harm's way. She briefly considered staying at the World League headquarters, but Dr. Prizm and his group were chartered through the government; if she really was in trouble with the law Mega-Girl didn't want to put her mentor at odds with law-enforcement officials.
There was only one other place she felt safe.
Landing on Apollo's balcony she found his sliding glass door unlocked, as it always was. Walking inside she pulled the mask off her face and silently laughed at the fact that it was still on her head. The whole world had learned her secret identity and the mask had become obsolete. She cast it onto a table and wondered if Apollo was home, or if he was even aware of her troubles.
"Apollo?" she called, moving down a hall towards his bedroom.
Mega-Girl opened the bedroom door to see Apollo's muscled and sweaty frame in the missionary position over Artemis, her ankles dangling in the air. Both brother and sister froze and turned towards the door, surprised by Mega-Girl's entrance.
Artemis' expression carried an immediate smirk.
Apollo appeared far guiltier, "Penelope..."
Mega-Girl's mouth hung open in hurtful shock, the pain of Apollo's betrayal piercing her as though a real blade had slid through her gut. She said nothing, turning her tear-filled eyes away so neither Apollo nor Artemis would see her cry. She left the bedroom and strode through the apartment, back towards the balcony.
"Penelope," Apollo called after her, leaving his sister's legs to give chase, "Allow me to explain!"
But she was gone by the time Apollo reached his living room. He saw her crimson form streaking away, high above the city, at a speed he wouldn't be able to match under a setting sun. Glancing aside, Apollo looked to his dining table.
There lay the mask of Mega-Girl, beside it was a platinum ring. Both objects were obsolete and were never to be worn by Mega-Girl again. | literotica |
Sekhmet Reborn: Manticore
Ashley lay in her bed and moaned softly in her sleep. Her dreams were strange, erotic, arousing. Fill with soft fur, smooth, leathery wings, and thick, meaty, bestial cocks. She had climaxed three times in her sleep already. She was hot, sweaty, and she had begun to thrash beneath the covers.
Her movements awoke Suzuki, who lay next to her on the bed. The foreign exchange student yawned and placed a hand on her bedmate's shoulder, shaking Ashley awake.
The sleeping girl twitched and shivered, both startled out of her slumber and undergoing a fourth climax. "Wha? Huh?" she asked sleepily.
"Were having bad dream, Ashley." Suzuki said in her quiet, accented voice.
"Y-yeah, I was." The head cheerleader replied, biting her tongue to keep from moaning as a small, secondary climax washed over her.
"Want to be talking about it?"
"Not really." Ashley said, "I'll be fine, you go back to sleep. I'm going to take a shower."
"You okay? Are looking sick."
"Well, I'm a little hot and achy, but I think I'll be fine. I'm not nauseous or anything." Ashley said, getting up. She took her blanket with her to cover up her saturated nightgown and panties.
She crept through the bedroom, taking care not to step on or trip over any of the other cheerleaders she had invited to her sleepover. Ashley slipped into the bathroom and flipped on the light, not bothering to lock the door. The bathroom was set up for at least two people to use, after all.
She walked over to the part furthest from her room, the half that was meant to serve as the bathroom for the pool area, and shut the double doors. Only then did she cast aside the blanket and strip from her sodden nightgown and undergarments.
"Geez, those where SOME dreams." She said to herself. Her thighs were sticky and moist with her fluids. The scent of her pleasure and continued arousal were thick on the air. Ashley still felt horny as hell.
She walked over to the sink and admired her reflection. Her own naked form drew a pang of arousal and a twinge of pleasure from her loins. Mmm... perfect muscle tone, exquisitely shaped and sized breasts, the generous curving of her hips and rump, and her perfect complexion; the ultimate standard of female beauty.
Ashley's legs did look a little hairy, though. No matter, she was due for a waxing the following afternoon anyway. She placed a shapely leg on the counter, her natural grace and flexibility making it easy.
Ashley admired her own sex, the sight of it made her mouth water. She wasn't so flexible as to be able to lick herself, but her own fingers would do. She ran her hands down her body, cupping her wonderful breasts. One hand remained there, while the other slid down, caressing the tiny button of her clit, two fingers entering her.
Her eyelids lowered a bit, her lips forming a pouty o-shape, a soft, delicate gasp escaped her lips; all things that had just about made each and every single one of Ashley's boytoys explode.
She has practiced them in front of the mirror before, but they'd never had this effect on her own body. It was like watching a porno; the sight of her own reflection seemed to enhance Ashley's self-stimulation, lowering her sexual threshold, making it so much easier to cum.
"Oh fuuuuuuck!" Ashley drew out the word into a long, pleasurable moan. Her cunny virtually exploded, a powerful gush of fluids coating her hand, her legs, the counter, the cupboards, and the floor beneath her. She had never, EVER, cum like that before.
She climbed fully onto the counter, resting her head against the mirror, panting as she tried to recover her breath. She continued to stroke and finger herself, but at a slower pace. Her sex felt kind of puffy, her inner walls gripping her fingers a little tighter than she was used to. Her clit felt a little bit strange as well; strange, but good. She ran her thumb over it in lazy circles, soft sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Ashley sighed, opening her eyes and leaning back. She had never felt as randy as she did now. She licked her lips and admired herself in the mirror once more. The side of her tongue butted against a canine tooth, a sensation that confused Ashley.
She opened her mouth and to her bafflement she discovered that her canine teeth had become a fraction of an inch longer, and were decidedly more pointed. Her gaze was drawn upward to the twin pools of gold and green that occupied the place where her beautiful blue eyes once were.
"What the hell?" she whispered softly, "What's happening to mmmm...."
Her attempt at the word 'me' dissolved into a pleasured moan as her sex seemed to throb, drawing ever so slightly tighter around her fingers, her thumb's caresses of her clit growing more powerful with each one.
Ashley looked down between her legs to discover her tender little button was no longer very little, or button shaped for that matter. It was about the side and shape of her thumb. She was still asleep, and dreaming. Right? This wasn't much more than an extension of what she'd been dreaming about before, except that it was more substantial and vivid.
Ashley smiled and pulled her fingers from her sex, instead concentrating on stroking her growing clit. With her fingers no longer holding her pussy open, it grew tighter still, the sensations seeming to vanish. In compensation her clit seemed to explode in size. It was a good four inches in length and still growing. It felt so good to stroke. She took it between her thumb, fore, and middle fingers, rubbing up and down the length. So this was kind of what it felt like to be a guy. No wonder they were after sex all the time, if having your cock stroked felt like this.
Her revelry was broken by the presence of a pair of soft hands around her waist, and a pair of lips kissing the side of her breast.
"Many pardons, was having problems with translation. I too have been having the dreams of naughtiness." Suzuki whispered, "Am wanting badly to fuck also."
The lead cheerleader smiled, really enjoying the direction her dream was taking; a brand new cock and the sexiest, most exotic cheerleader on the squad to put it in. She turned around on the counter, legs hanging over the side, her six inch prick bright pink, throbbing, and glistening with precum.
"Suck me off, and I'll fuck you with it after." Ashley said with a fanged grin.
Suzuki nodded; lustful desire filling her green-gold eyes as she dropped to her knees and immediately wrapped her lips around Ashley's member. Her tongue felt strange on Ashley's still growing prick, textured, rough, like a cat's.
Ashley crossed her legs on Suzuki's back, the cute Asian's hands gripping her thighs. Suzuki's nails had turned black and had points to them. This prompted Ashley to look at her own hands. Each of her fingers was now tipped with a sharp, black claw. The palms had begun to turn black and smooth. Like leather.
Suzuki whimpered softly and began to struggle, but Ashley's legs kept her steady, the girl's cock buried in her mouth and throat. She let the exchange student struggle for a few moments longer before allowing her to pull away, exposing Ashley's member in its full grown glory.
Twelve thick, tapering inches of slightly spined cat-cock, all of it colored a beautiful shade of pink. Ashley purred and ran her leather padded hands over it. She explored the furred sheath at the base and cupped her growing balls. Tawny golden brown fur had begun to appear in patches all over her body. The tickling sensation of her fur growing made Ashley giggle.
"Ashley, please fuck?" Suzuki moaned from her place on the floor. She was on her hands and knees, rump raised in the air. Her face had become catlike, and her ears were large and triangular.
"Anything for my little sex kitten." Ashley purred, dropping down off the counter, landing on padded paws. She growled softly, kneeling behind Suzuki. She took her member in one hand, rubbing it over the exchange student's black netherlips, drawing a moan of lustful desire from the girl.
Ashley thrust deep into her; the presence of her cock seemed to trigger further transformation in Suzuki. Beautiful black and orange striped fur quickly covered Suzuki's body.
Suzuki's moans of pleasure became bestial growls and Ashley found herself descending into a beast-like state as well. She gripped the scuff of Suzuki's neck with the fangs of her new feline muzzle. She clumsily rubbed at the tigress' beasts with thick-fingered, paw-like hands.
Pressure began to build at the base of Ashley's spine and at her shoulder blades, matches the burning heat of her throbbing cock. With a muffled roar she climaxed, filling the moaning Suzuki with the hot, bestial seed she craved.
The eruption between Ashley's legs was joined by the emergence of her wings and tail. Huge, membranous, bat-like wings grew from her back, the flight membrane a deep black in color.
She withdrew her cock from Suzuki, the spines causing the tigress to moan and whimper in pained pleasure at the member's removal. Ashley turned to the mirror, admiring her reflection.
She was larger now, taller; perhaps six and a half feet in height. Her build had changed as well; her curves had lessened and her musculature looked almost mannish. She had retained her breasts, however, and her hips and rump still had a bit of a curve to them. She was covered from head to toe in tawny fur, with black markings on her ears and muzzle. She was a winged puma of sorts. Her handpaw slipped between her legs.
No, his legs. Ashley was definitely more male than female. He turned and looked over his shoulder, admiring his wings and tail. The tail was different than he had expected. It had the same fur as the rest of his body, but it was segmented and sported a stinger on the end of it.
Manticore. The term popped into his mind out of nowhere. A soft gasp from Suzuki drew Ashley's attention back to his female. He watched with delight as her own wings and tail appeared.
"Oh yes, yes..." Suzuki whispered, "So beautiful, so powerful."
She turned, hugging Ashley's leg, her rough tongue trailing up the tawny fur as she stood, pressing her muzzle against her male's, partaking in a delightful feline kiss.
"Hey guys, what's all the noise in here? I'm tryin' to... what the hell?" Tanisha stared at the embracing felines with a look of confusion on her face. Ashley's tail darted out, the stinger piercing her body, pumping her full of Manticore venom. The wound immediately sealed, and the victim began to moan.
"Oh fuck, I'm so horny..."
Ashley smiled, "I can help you with that." He purred.
-o-
Before morning the entire cheerleading squad had been transformed. Manticore lions, tigers, cheetahs, jaguars, leopards, panthers, and one snow leopard; all of them save for one female.
They all lay snuggled together in the master bedroom. Ashley's mother was also transformed into one of the cock-hungry pride, eager to service and pleasure her male, and was more than eager to share the largest bed with her sisters.
Ashley extracted himself from his pride's affections, heading down into the kitchen to eat breakfast. As he stepped out into the hallway he found himself face to chest with a massive, tawny furred lioness.
The Manticore dropped to one knee, "Welcome to your new home, Goddess." He purred.
Sekhmet smiled and patted his head, "I'm not quite ready to move in yet, Ashley. I think a little redecorating might be in order." She said with a laugh.
The mansion's interior glowed with magic, quickly transforming according to Sekhmet's will. Inanimate objects where so much easier to alter. They had no will to struggle against her; though it wasn't nearly as fun as discovering one who welcomed and cherished her gift.
The goddess stepped into the bedroom, admiring the furred forms of her guards. She smiled at Suzuki, who stood and gave a bow, eyes lowered in submission. "Thank you, Mistress." She said in her soft, shy, accented voice.
"You're welcome, my pet." Sekhmet purred, scratching the ears of the Manticore who until a few hours prior had been a shy, closeted bisexual with fantasies that she could never fulfill.
"Thank you." Suzuki repeated, leaning into the caress of her goddess. | yiff-extreme |
Title: The Chronicle Begins (As All Light Fades: Chapter I) by Crikit
Tags: Anal, Bear, D&D, Gay, M/M, Violence (Not In Yiff)
(yes, I intend to do a bit more writing in this series...) Nilem sat in the study, looking diligently over the divine texts. His brown fur was ruffled slightly, from not having left in more than two days. The light brown crescents about his eyes drew down to his muzzle, and trailed off at the side of his mouth. The spectacled bear's green eyes roamed each scroll, taking in every bit of information that memory would allow. His simple cotton tunic clung tight to his upper body, allowing his arms freedom of movement, as the sleeves were removed a long time ago. His legs were fitted loosely by an extremely large pair of cotton leggings that were quite comfortable for one of his stature. His large, furry feet were bare, and his silver greatsword sat forgotten to the side, while the other, obsidian colored blade stood propped against the wall in it's scabbard.
The young bear was training to become a true paladin, a warrior of justice, whose might in the battle against evil could only be matched by the barbarian's ferocity. The only blade faster to reach a foe's throat would be the rogue's. His wisdom: matched only by the druid. His knowledge of the foe's he faced would be second only to the ranger. He would uphold justice, and be a beacon of hope to all who sought comfort. He would be a light to those whom had lost the path. It would be he who would guide the caravan to victory.
"Hey there, Nilem", a gruff voice shot from the door. "Geez, you've been studyin' for more than a day. Ya' got the call of the gods, so you're already a paladin", the Grizzly Barbarian complained.
Nilem chuckled, and looked back. "I may be a paladin, but I can't head out with the caravan if I don't make it past the exams. Come on, Gosel, you and I have been friends since we were cubs, you-"
"If I recall correctly, which I do, we've been a little more than friends for over a year now", Gosel smirked, approaching his 'friend'. "And yeah, I do know you better than anyone, which is how I knew you were pretty damn lonely sittin' in here"
"Now what would make you say that?"
"The only things keeping you company are books, scrolls, and your shadow. Even barbarians have common sense"
"If you've got common sense, why don't you tell our family's about us, Gosel?"
"Reason one: Self-preservation kicks in every time I try. Two: I'd like to see the look on my sister's face if she walks in on us"
"Hey! What are you-?!"
"Come on, Sunshine, you need some shut-eye"
Gosel lifted Nilem from the chair, and dumped him into the nearby bed. The soft, woolen blankets complemented the light, and fluffy pillows. Nilem struggled to break free of the comforting embrace of both his lover, and the warm mattress. However, Gosel kept him pinned to the bed until he stopped squirming, and proceeded to lay down atop him. Nilem smiled as he carressed the larger grizzly who crushed against him. The paladin wriggled about, and removed his own shirt, to match the bear whom lay atop him, so that they were both wearing only a pair of pants, and undergarments. But, they both knew that those wouldn't even be between them soon enough. The hulking, formidable berserker pressed his lips to Nilem's and pressed his tongue against the other bear's muzzle.
"Hold on there, loverboy. Thought I needed some shut-eye?"
"Sex tends to make people sleepy, and it might help you, too"
"Are you saying that because you haven't screwed me in two days, or because you really think I should get some sleep?"
"A little bit of both, actually"
"Well, as long as we're clear"
"Hold on there, loverboy. Paladin's aren't supposed to give in to lust"
"No one ever said we can't have sex. Besides, we're not just fucking each other, we're making love to one another. Last I checked, love is good"
The two bears then tore off their trousers, almost literally, and sat up in the bed, making the wooden frame groan under the weight. The gossamer moonlight filtered in through the window, while the candles on the table cast an ambient glow upon the room.
Both of them were already fully erect, and their underwear strained under the pressure. Their crotches were certainly larger than most could ever dream. Gosel lay back, his head upon the pillows. Nilem straddeled his waist, leaned forward, and kissed the grizzly square on the mouth. The young spectacled bear slipped off his own white, cotton cloth, and slid his hand into Gosel's, groping at his hind quarters. He forced the underwear down, and stared deep into his lover's blue, loving eyes. Gosel lifted the younger bear so that he was straddling his chest, and 'persuaded' him to lie down. Mighty, though he may have been, the paladin surrendered to his captor's will, and smiled as he was pushed downward, toward the ample cock which had fully emerged from it's sheath. He could feel the tip of the giant member press against his ass, slip past the fur, and rub itself against his waiting hole. He bit his lip to stifle a moan as the head of the rubbery cock slid into his rectum. Nilem then felt the pushing continue, and he also felt more and more of the fourteen inch bear meat sliding into him. Gosel pulled out in a torturously slow motion, and left the head of his throbbing member in the hole. The older, larger bear then thrust his shaft back into Nilem, who couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a low moan as Gosel continued the process, going faster and harder each time.
Eventually, Gosel slowed his thrusting, and neared his climax. With one final push into Nilem's bowels, he shot his thick, salty bear seed into his lover's innards. Nilem then plopped down upon his barbarian lover, and laid his head on Gosel's chest. By now the two were a sweaty mass of fur, and they were both breathing heavily.
"Hey, Gosel?", Nilem inquired.
"Yeah?"
"You know that the caravan trials are tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah"
"Ya' think we'll do good?"
"Yep. Y'know, ya' haven't cummed yet"
"So? Too tired to cum"
"But you're not too tired to get screwed up the ass?"
"Nope. Now we both need some sleep, you handsome handsome bear. G'night"
"But I- G'night... you hot piece of ass"
Nilem chuckled before he fell asleep, his head resting lightly on his big gay lover's chest, as it rose and fell so very gently, and he could still feel Gosel's arms wrapped about him. Gosel's embrace... it gave him a sense of security, as though nothing could hurt him as long as Gosel held onto him. \*\*\*\*\*
Nilem had missed the other trials, but he had managed to make it in time for The Trial By Might: The Barbarian's Struggle. But, to him, it seemed that Gosel hardly struggled. It didn't matter how many foes surrounded the grizzly in the arena, he couldn't truly be considered flanked. His hammer swung just as fast to left as it did to the right. Nilem could have sworn he'd seen somone get nailed in the ribs by the wrathsteel weapon, and get sent soaring away. The spectacled bear nearly fainted when he saw Gosel take a blow to the shoulder, but cheered ever louder as his heart-felt boyfriend gave a viscious counter attack. Nilem also watched as a fighter soared overhead, and landed in the crowd. The fighter's leg was broken, his shield splintered, and the bone protruded from the wound. It would only get worse if they made Gosel fly into one of the frightful rages that barbarians were known for.
However, it was Nilem's trial now. They'd been told that the monsters within the labrynth weren't lethal, and Nilem was counting on it. All the paladins had to be tested sperately, much like the rogues, rangers, and druids. However, the paladins had a single team mate, and Nilem's happened to be his ranger friend, Asula. She was certainly one of the best, as her arrows could hit a pea pinned to a target. Before they entered the labrynth, the feline drew her bow, and notched an arrow.
"Nilem, what did you tell them you could do better than anything else?"
"Defending"
"So... we have to..."
"I'm supposed to support you as you attempt to grab the divinity's light. But, that's half the challenge. We have to make it back out, and if you go down while we're in there, the trial is a failure. Any questions?"
"Just one"
"Shoot"
"Why in the nine hells did they pick me?!"
Going unanswered, Asula and Nilem entered the labrynth, not knowing what lurked ahead. Nilem's paw went instinctivly to his silver blade, and as he drew it, it let off a soft glow in the stone corridors which had been filled with an eery fog.
"Nilem!" Asula choked.
"Hm?"
"The fog..."
"What about it?"
"It's nerve gas..."
To be continued in 'As All Light Fades: Second Chapter' | FSE |
Title: Freddie and Fannie
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It had not been a good financial year for either Fannie or Freddie, they had both made some bad loans to some close neighbors, loans that these neighbors didn't pay back. Determined not to let their financial woes interfere with their evening together, Freddie made reservations at a nice, but not too extravagant restaurant for their date. He picked Fannie up in his Nissan Sentra and drove her to a small Italian restaurant in the neighborhood.
Like a perfect gentleman Freddie parked the car in the lot and hurried around opening the car door for Fannie and then held out his arm for her. Arm in arm they walked into the restaurant and sat down to a nice, candlelight dinner. After they ordered they sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while before Freddie took a sip from his iced tea and said, "I honestly think it's going to get tougher before it gets better."
"I know, it's the worst I've known in recent history," Fannie replied, reaching her hand out and placing it on Freddie's.
"I keep seeing pictures of people standing with furniture on the lawn. After being evicted what else can happen? I am afraid of the impact this has," Freddie said.
"Well I think we have take the right steps, I mean you are driving your Sentra now and here we are at *this* restaurant. We even ordered iced tea instead of martinis, we are toning it down."
"But I think we can do more Fannie, I think we should get married."
"Freddie, are you?"
Pushing his chair back from the table and moving over next to Fannie, he kneeled down and took her hand. "Fannie Mae, will you marry me?"
"Oh Freddie, I thought you'd never ask. Yes, yes of course I will marry you."
Freddie then reached into his jacket pocked and pulled out a small box. Carefully opening it he held out a beautiful diamond ring.
"Oh Freddie, it's beautiful. But it's too much, it must have cost..."
"Tut, tut, Fannie, don't you worry about that. I just called in a few loans and, well here we are."
"But what about the people in the lawn, with their furniture?"
"Oh Fannie, they aren't real, not like you and me," he replied.
"I guess you're right Freddie and it is so beautiful," Fannie said as she slipped it on her finger.
They quickly finished their dinner and Freddie led her out to his car, once again opening the door for her and then carefully closing it once she got settled. He drove her to her house where she invited him inside, to celebrate their engagement.
"Freddie, why don't you fix us a drink while I change," she said, pointing him toward the bar. Fannie then slipped into her room and changed into a very slinky nightgown. She then lit several candles around her bedroom and called for Freddie.
He appeared at her door with two glasses, but when he saw her in the gown he put the glasses down on a magazine and moved to her, embracing her. Fannie could feel his cock harden against her thigh. She reached down and grabbed it, squeezing it through the fabric of his pants.
"Do you want me Freddie?"
"Oh yes, Fannie," he replied, opening her gown and letting it fall to the floor.
Fannie climbed onto the bed and watched him undress. He then crawled onto the bed as she opened her legs for him. Reaching out she grasped his erection and guided it into herself, feeling him slowly fill her. She felt him slowly withdraw and then raised her hips to meet his thrust, once again feeling him fill her completely.
As they began to move faster and faster, Fannie felt the pleasure building inside her. She could tell by the urgency in Freddie's movements that he was getting close too. When he pushed into her, she ground her clit against him and then moaned loudly, "Oh Freddie, I'm coming."
Suddenly her body released and she felt her pussy convulsing around his cock. She then felt him arch his back and relax as his cock spurting his cum into her pussy. He collapsed upon her and remained on top of her until his cock slipped out of her pussy. They spent the entire night together for the first time that night.
Thinking back on that night Fannie had to smile, it was so beautiful and the only thing that would be more beautiful would be tonight, her wedding night. She looked into Freddie's eyes and saw him looking lovingly back at her as he said, "I do."
The preacher then said, "If anyone has any reason that Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae should not be joined in holy matrimony let them speak now or forever hold their peace." Suddenly nine people in black robes stood up at the back of the room and raised their hands. | literotica |
Title: Misfortune Telling by Kodyax
Tags: Fantasy, Horror, M/F, Mink, Oracle, Pirate, Tentacles, lupursyn
Misfortune Telling
A black furred lupursyn or wolf-bear, with red hair and tiger stripes to match lounges in a suit that doubles as armor made of shark skin with an elaborate patch covering his left eye, sits in a dockside tavern with rooms to let for visiting sailors and wenches to serve a male's needs if that should be necessary for the right amount of coin. On the table before him is a tankard of ale and a plate of sausages, pickles and sauerkraut with a generous side of spiced potato wedges that he spears with the strange trident like weapon affixed to he right hand. It features a wide based triangular shaped blade with sickles on the side giving the lupursyn a veritable wealth of options in combat, something he is completely uninterested in at the moment.
Everyone in the Sea Nymph's Beer Garden, a fancy name for a place such as this with a lustful mermaid hoisting a tankard of something frothy on the sign of the establishment, knows the pirate as Kodyax, a Wave Warden among other things and few pay him more than a passing glance. None wish to raise his ire, even on a bad day when some of the patrons are deep in their cups, even on a bad day as the lupursyn generally does nothing to deserve such treatment and has even helped the proprietor, the girls serving the patrons and the patrons on more than one occasion so everyone treats him as a member of the watch off duty than anything else. Unfortunately while Kody is well into the kind of bliss one gets from having good booze and good food and the leisure time to enjoy them both, trouble walks in.
In this particular instance, trouble comes in the form of a white furred mink of great beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes and a reputation as dark as her form is fair. Her name is Ishtar and like the goddess she is named after she is as passionate as a raging berserker caught in the full force of his fury although her passion is far more carnal than carnage, which can be part and parcel of the problem. Ishtar is well known as a roving fortune teller and whore priest of an oraclular nature, never charging her clients anything more than a meal or a bed for the night shared with them, for it is also known that the oracle named Ishtar has a vow of poverty that she maintains as religiously as her other duties.
The old sea turtle who runs the joint sighs and makes sure he has some chicken fingers and fries made up and sent to whatever table Ishtar picks to patronize. Ishtar makes almost a bee line for Kodyax, giving him a smile before sliding under his table. Kodyax himself knows better than to interrupt Ishtar when she goes to have a drink at his faucet so to speak.
Kodyax smirks as Ishtar undoes his pants and just forks over the money for the mink's meal as he casually eats his own repast. Ishtar has entertained Kodyax before and it's mainly because she knows he'll treat her well that she keeps coming back for more. She gets him up and hard quickly and easily as she wants to start out with a salty milkshake as she massages his scrotum as she services him.
He gets an expectant look from the proprietor and gives the turtle a shrug of his shoulders. The mink can be twitchy about how far she'll go and the lupursyn knows this. It's only when deadly trouble comes in that he is forced to move.
Fortunately for everyone at tavern what Kodyax considers deadly trouble is nowhere to be found today. Long nosed goblins walk by the establishment and leer inside but Kodyax gives them a look and raises his trident hand menacingly for them to run of like scared rabbits. The rest of the patrons and staff of the place nervously laugh as they know that the only reason those shark goblins decided to harass someone else is because Kody scared them off.
Shark goblins are on Kody's perennial shit list due to the fact that they harass rob and murder just because they can; turning into sharks and swimming away to avoid the consequences of their actions. Kodyax is not about to go so far as genocide but any shark goblin that tries something with him is very likely to get stabbed. The one thing about having a weird trident in place of your right hand is that you're never without a weapon.
Ishtar drinks all of Kody's cum before sitting at the table proper for a meal; however, she keeps one foot straying into Kody's groin at odd intervals. Kodyax smirks and just enjoys his own repast as the mink is doing her best to keep him hard. Once their meal is finished, Ishtar lays on the table with her groin facing Kodyax and asks him to fuck her so she can do a reading from how his semen splashes on her inner walls.
Common decency, let alone proper decency, is not exactly something one finds at an establishment such as this. The fact that a crowd gathers around Kody's table goes without saying as the lupursyn complies with the mink's request and sticks his soft sword into her awaiting sheath. Both furs ignore the audience around them as they play with each other's bodies with Ishtar massaging Kody's balls and Kody fondling Ishy's tits.
Unfortunately when Kodyax climaxes inside of Ishtar the Oracle gets a vision.
"The Lord of Sharks and Squids is perturbed at the Wave Warden who has been thwarting his whims as of late. There shall come a reckoning in blood and tears for the Kraken Master is coming. Woe betide those who stand in his way!"
Kodyax just crosses his arms and shakes his head at the dire prophecy being issued as he has heard it numerous times before. He is not the only member of the Wave Warden organization opposed to the chaotic and nebulous entity ascribed, only one of the more active members. Everyone in the establishment looks to him as if to ask "What do you plan to do?" even if no one in the gathered has the courage to vocalize the inquiry.
Ishtar herself is concerned about the vision she just uttered and clings to Kodyax somewhat desperately. Garrison, the turtle proprietor of the place gives Kodyax a key to a suite upstairs, the same one he usually rents when he is spending a week or more in the area so as to make plans and receive reports from other Wave Wardens, not to mention orders from those higher up in the organization than himself. For her part, Ishtar is non-verbally offering to be the ranger's sex slave until he moves on, and offer, he is most happy to accept.
Garibaldi, a raucous frog entertainer and associate of the Wave Wardens as he keeps them well informed about what he sees in his travels, hops up from the lower docks to the Sea Nymph's Beer Garden humming to himself just a few minutes after Kodyax had gone upstairs to settle in. The tropical skinned frog sees the dark atmosphere and decides to try and lightened it up with a song and dance number for maximum silliness. In spite of themselves the levity takes the edge off the apprehension although Garrison still walks over personally with a beer to talk to his smaller friend.
"Many thanks for the levity, my friend," Garrison says evenly. "After Ishtar's dark prophecy we needed that desperately."
"And where is mad madam mink?" Garibaldi asks with a smirk. "It was a rough trip, or has she attached herself to someone for a bit."
"Aye, Wave Warden Kodyax is upstairs with her now," Garrison reports. "I know you sometimes pass on tidbits to the Wardens..."
"When he's ready, I would like to speak to him," Garibaldi says in all seriousness. "As much as I hate bad news, especially when it falls to me to bear it, what I have found out needs to be given to the right people." A thought just occurs to the frog. "You said Kodyax was upstairs?" Garrison nods in response. "He would be someone that can handle the trouble I've seen coming this way."
"Don't tell me the Shark Goblins have got some grand plan in their degenerate noggins again?" Garrison says with an exasperated sigh.
"Unfortunately," Garibaldi admits, "You just guessed the gist of it. Them and the Ogre Sharks have been riled up lately. I fear they may go on the warpath soon."
"Spot me on something, Garibaldi," Garrison prompts.
"I will if I can," Garibaldi accedes, "What's on your mind?"
"Both Shark Goblins and Ogre Sharks worship the Lord of Sharks and Squids don't they?" Garrison asks.
"Absolutely!" Garibaldi shouts to confirm Garrison's fears. "Did Ishtar mention that Demon God or something?"
"Yeah," Garrison admits. "She said he was pissed at the Wave Wardens for foiling his schemes in the mortal realm."
"So what else is new?" Garibaldi states with some annoyance. "Kody's been more active in spoiling his schemes but most of the guild does its best to make sure that bastard doesn't get his way."
"Which we're continually thankful for, believe me," Garrison states with a firm nod.
"Why do you think I gladly report to them regularly?" Garibaldi says proudly. "I may not be a member but I respect the work they do. And if what news I share with them helps keep us all a little safer, I'm glad to do my part."
"Garibaldi!" Kodyax says as he comes back down for a moment. "What brings you this way?"
"Trouble I'm afraid," Garibaldi says with a sigh. "the sea trolls, aquatic goblin tribes are up to something. As far as I know they're still in the planning stages but they're gearing up for the raiding season big time."
"Not good," Kodyax accedes, "Was there a spike in the birth rate I wasn't aware of?"
"More like a new ritual was discovered to turn their land based brethren in to versions of themselves," Garibaldi reports. "Leviathan is getting more creative it would seem."
Just then a siren sounds.
"Tsunami warning!" Garrison yells. "And tomorrow I'm due for to pay to have the wards renewed! Gods of Light and Darkness, PLEASE, make sure my place is not washed away!"
A fifty foot wall of water comes crashing into the docks and momentarily swelling the briny depths beneath the docks. The Sea Nymph's Beer Garden is underwater for the better part of a day as giant humanoid sharks prowl around outside. Kodyax shows his grafted weapon to a few of them as he prays to Morrigan Undine and her consort, Taranos the Storm Lord, the deities he serves personally as a ranger and a Wave Warden.
The stranger trident graft twinkles in its own light as a sign of his favored with the gods of nature who watch over sailors and pirates alike. Whether he is aware of it or not, he has been designated their mortal champion as tentacle fish shapes lurk in the distance but dare not get closer as they sense his presence and are afraid. Kodyax glares at them but can do little else for to battle the monsters outside he would have to flood the inn and this is something he refuses to do.
It's a difficult choice he has to make and one he is not going to make lightly as his duties as a Wave Warden are both clear and conflicting. He has sworn an oath to defend the innocent from the worst deprivations of the evils dwelling in the deep, and part of that includes hunting the monsters down and killing them. Kodyax prepares a full report on the situation for the higher ups on what he is choosing to do and why he is choosing to stay inside and keep the people here from drowning rather than going out to kill the things out there that he has sworn to destroy when they get bad enough to unduly threaten life and liberty.
While Kodyax is preparing his report, one of the abhorrynths is up to some mischief to take advantage of the distraction and molest Ishtar. Through the use of dark eldritch power it creates a series of portals for its tentacles to slip into the suite that Kodyax has rented but has not yet put wards to prevent it from doing what it is about to do. Eight tentacles in total flow into the room around the bed where Ishtar is napping with a bulb at each that opens to reveal an eyeball or a mouth of some sort.
Four of the tentacles wrap around Ishtar's limbs to prevent her from moving as the eyes on the end of each one captures her form for its aberrant amusement. Two of the reaming four close and invade her mouth to keep her from screaming as well as pushing past the lips of her labia to invade her insides; a tongue issuing from the bulb to lick around. The other two mouth tentacles clamp down on her breasts to tease and suckle at her tits.
Ishtar is awakened by the intrusions but finds she can do nothing more than moan in pleasure against her predicament. Mentally she is screaming for help but she knows it's mostly in vain and hopes Kodyax comes for her soon. The mouth tentacle finds something interesting to taste when its tongue reaches Ishtar's womb as some of Kodyax's sperm are trying to fertilize one of Ishtar's eggs.
All Ishtar can feel is the tongue at work as it gathers up sperm cells and egg cells as the abhorrynth devours the genetic material. A weary Kodyax comes up to find his suite invaded by tentacles which soon replaces his tiredness with righteous rage. An angry Kodyax verily assaults the tentacles invading his territory and especially the female that has so willingly given herself to him.
The abhorrynth releases Ishtar from its grasp and retreats but retains the semen and unfertilized egg that was in her womb. Ishtar hugs Kodyax desperately and clings to him, weeping all the while. Kodyax comforts Ishtar as best he can and holds her close.
It may not seem like much but Ishtar does feel a lot safer in Kody's arms as her pussy leaks cum onto his leather. Kody lays her down and licks at her tits as she moans appreciably at having a being she knows is doing this out of affection and not an expression of power. As the waters start to recede around them, Kodyax is naked in his bed fucking Ishtar as the mink lays in bed moaning as she lets the lupursyn have her way with her. | FSE |
Title: Hotel Lust
Tags: tease head, louder closer, move vibrator, feel wetter, chest start, feel happy, continue kissing, girl room, cock kiss, start moaning
I wait for him to come, I'm anxious to meet him. I've seen pictures of him and spoken to him on the phone, but meeting him for the first time for sex in a hotel room isn't really my style, or his. I think about him every second for the 15 minutes I sit on the bed alone in the silent hotel room. The only noise I hear is the heavy breathing coming from the room next door, I saw a girl go into that room alone before, I figure she's pleasuring herself and wants to be alone from everyone.
Being bisexual and feeling very horny listening to her moans and screams of pleasure I feel like running over there and eating her out and fingering her extremely wet pussy, but I know that if I do I won't have the what I expect to be very pleasuring and powerful sex that I will get from the man that I am dieing to meet at this very second. I keep thinking about him, wanting to suck his big, throbbing cock, deep throating it in my mouth, making it slippery and wet for my pussy with my saliva, teasing him by twirling the tip of my tongue on the head of his cock. While thinking all this I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, wanting his big, hard and throbbing cock inside my very wet pussy. I can't wait any more, I need something in me.
I stand up off the bed and go over to a bag I have prepared for either during or after the amazing sex I hope to have, it has lots of things in it. A dildo, vibrator, kinky beads for which he can put in my pussy and then slowly slide out as he licks around my clit or fucks me hard in the ass. I reach deep inside the bag and find at the bottom a large dick ring, as he has told me his cock is thick when it's hard. I pick up the bag to tip out the rest of the things I have brought for him and me to share for our one night of pleasure. I have 2 dildos, 2 vibrators, beads, porn videos and the dick ring I hope to slide on his warm and throbbing cock with my mouth while giving him great head. While crouching down putting the things back in the bag I leave out the big, blue vibrator I have brought for this evening and take it over with me to the bed.
I slowly slide down my g string and lift up my black skirt, I turn on the vibrator and put it in the middle of my big breasts and slowly move it down, rubbing my pussy and making it wetter as I slowly move the vibrator down my soft skin. I feel every vibration from the middle of my breasts to my inner thighs as I continue to rub myself, now rubbing my clit. I move the vibrator closer to my pussy, pushing it against one of my lips firmly as I feel the great vibration from the vibrator. I move the vibrator closer and spread my lips and push in the vibrator, I hold it there for a few seconds as I feel the great vibrations inside my pussy making me moan. I begin to slide it in out and of me, going in deep first, then slowly out. Holding the head of the vibrator almost out of my pussy letting it sit there almost coming out fully as I moan louder and louder, getting nearer and nearer to orgasm as the time goes by.
I almost climax when I hear someone walking to my door, I am almost in complete darkness so I do not see the person who is entering. I look at the person and it's clearly a man. He turns around and looks at me and I know it's the man I've been waiting for, he looks at me and then walks over to me. He looks at me, with the vibrator still moving in and out of my very wet pussy and then he looks up at my open mouth, knowing that I was close to orgasm before he walked in. He takes his shirt off and then removes his pants, slowly undoing his belt just to tease me. He slides off his pants, I ask him if he wants some help or if I could do anything for him and he says
"No I'll be fine, but I'd love to help you."
I watch him, he moves onto the bed and puts his hand on one of my breasts, now circling his finger around my very hard nipple and begins to kiss me. I kiss him back passionately as I have waited for him to come to me for long enough. I continue to move the vibrator in and out of me, getting closer to orgasm every time I slide it out then back in deep again. He looks down at my pussy then looks back up at my face, the light from the lamp on the table beside the bed shines on his face. I notice he's very handsome and I smile at him. He smiles back as he must see clearly what I was doing before he got here. He slides off his underwear and moves closer to me, I lean towards him and start sucking his big, hard cock. I tease the head of his cock for a bit just as I had planned to do. I can tell by the expression on his face that he likes me teasing the head of his cock. I pull the vibrator out of my very wet pussy and turn it off, I then move it near his mouth. He licks the vibrator tasting my juices, he smiles and I know he likes how I taste. I point my eyes to my pussy, he moves his cock out of my mouth and then moves me on top of him, now in a sixty-nine position I continue to suck his warm, hard cock as he starts licking my pussy, he licks slowly up and down my lips and I wonder how he knows that I like that.
I get closer to orgasm as he continues to lick my pussy, licking a little faster now. I tease the head of his big cock some more because he is teasing me, flicking my clit continually. I try not to laugh as it tickles my pussy but in a good way that it's making me hornier for him every time he does it. I suck his cock, going slow as he is going slow on my wet pussy. I move my hand off his chest and start massaging his balls softly, I know he feels it because he moved a little when I first grabbed them. I can tell he likes me massaging his balls from the way he's licking faster on my pussy now because he wants to please me as much as I'm pleasing him. I can feel his tongue going in and out of me now, it feels really good. I then feel him stop and then he inserts two fingers deep in me, I start moving my hips in motion with his fingers so he can get his fingers deeper inside me. I then feel him doing the same, thrusting his pelvis so that I can have his cock even further down my throat. I love the feel of his big, smooth cock inside my mouth.
We are both in motion with each other, almost in a dancing motion together. I think how amazing this is for the first time being with him, after this I know I'll want to have more of these nights with him, he's amazing. I start to scream and moan as I am very close to orgasm, he knows I'm close and starts fingering me faster, I start sucking on his cock faster also so he can come with me. I know the girl in the next room who I heard having fun before must hear me now, but it doesn't bother me. I continue sucking him and climaxing. I climax and then feel him come inside me, I swallow and lick all his juices off his cock. I love the taste of him. I move off of him, I lie there for a minute and then move over to the floor where the bag is. I get out a red dildo and the dick ring I brought for him. He looks at me and then smiles.
I walk back over to the bed and sit next to him, I start kissing him. I then move down, kissing his chest and then licking in circles around his nipples. I softly bite on one of his nipples and he moves a bit, then I look up at him and smile and he smiles back. I then continue kissing his chest and then I start kissing his belly, now circling his belly button with my tongue, I can tell it tickles him there as he moves every few seconds. I then get near his nearly soft cock and start sucking on it, making it wet with my saliva. I feel it go rock hard again, I then grab the dick ring and then slide it just over the head and then flick the head of his cock with my tongue, and I know he likes that. I use my mouth and slide the dick ring further down his rock hard cock. I then move my mouth off his cock and sit on him, moving his cock up and down my lips teasing him before I insert it into my still very wet pussy all the way. I fit every inch of his cock inside me and slowly move myself up and down him, facing him. He moves his hands onto my hips and begins to move me faster up and down him, I start to moan and so does he. I don't know how or why we come together, but it's great.
I get closer to orgasm then I stay quiet for a second and listen to him moaning, but I also hear that the girl in the next room has stopped moaning and screaming. I wonder if she's gone or just stopped for a bit. Then I hear someone open the door, slowly turning the handle. Then in comes the girl from the next room, she's in a lacey red bra and g string. I think to myself, she looks hot! I then look over to her, she walks over to me and starts kissing me. For some reason I can't do anything but continue moving myself up and down his cock and kiss her. I don't want to ask any questions, I just want him and her right then and there. I continue kissing her and start moaning louder as I get closer to orgasm. She takes off her g string and I start licking her wet pussy, as I lick her out and he comes I grab the dildo next to me that I had grabbed before. I insert it into her wet, loose pussy. She smiles with pleasure as I move it in and out of her slow, then fast, then slow again just to tease her. I get very close to orgasm and then move myself off him and then lie her down onto the bed and then start flicking my tongue on her clit while moving the dildo in and out of her pussy slowly. I then see him move off the bed out of the corner of my eye and then feel him and the somewhat cold dick ring against my ass. He inserts just the head of his cock at first, and then pushes in all of him inside my tight ass. I'm so hot for them both right now it's an amazing feeling and I feel like I never want the evening to end. I feel his big cock and the dick ring move fast in and out of my ass, I love the feeling of his dick in my ass. I want to lick her pussy and get fucked by him for ever.
I continue licking her pussy, I reach my hand out to grab the vibrator I was using earlier and I slide it in all the way and then turn it on. She moans with excitement as I turn it on and it makes goose bumps on her smooth, olive skin. I love the taste of her that I just want to lick her pussy more and more. She tastes sweet and I love it. I hear her come as I come with him fucking me hard in my ass, moving my hips back onto his so he can get his cock in as far as possible. I don't feel him come in my ass so I move his cock out of me and I start stroking his dick as fast as I can and I watch as he comes and shoots his juices all the way across the room. I signal the other girl to come over and lick off his juices with me. I lick the head of his cock then I kiss her and spit his juices from my mouth into hers and he feels me do it and swallows and gives a grin as if to say she likes how he tastes. I continue kissing her, he watches us kissing then he grabs my arm and hers and moves us over to the bed together, he says he wants to watch us together. I give him a look and then nod as if to approve his suggestion.
I lie her down onto the bed and then lift her legs up high into the air. I start licking her out and I hear her moaning and screaming for more so I get the dildo on the bed and insert it into her ass. I know she likes it because she screams out
"Oh god yes!! More, More!!!"
I move the dildo in and out of her ass as I continue to lick her out, god she tastes so wonderful I think to myself. I wonder if she'd like how I taste. I bring her to orgasm once again and then move over her and then put my pussy right on her face, she starts licking me and I love the way she does it. She does it like nobody else that I know. I watch him walk over to me, I can tell he wants to be apart of the pleasure again. So I put my hand on his ass cheeks and move him closer to me and then start sucking on his throbbing cock. I love the taste of both of them. I start moaning as she is licking me, I think to myself, she is so good at this. I continue sucking on his cock so he can come with me. I notice she isn't getting anything, only pleasuring me so I move my fingers down her body to her hips then to her wet pussy. I feel it's not as wet as before so I start rubbing it at first and then I feel it get wetter. I take two of my fingers and insert them into her now, very wet pussy. I start moaning louder as I get closer to orgasm once again and I hear her start to moan, I feel that he has already come as I swallow his juices with his dick still deep in my mouth. I love the feel of her pussy on my fingers, so wet and soft.
I go still for a second as I orgasm and then hear he orgasm with me. I love the way she sounds when she orgasms. Such a lovely high yet slightly deep moan she gets when she's excited. When I climax I move myself off her, she gets off the bed and goes to look for her g string, I think to myself, I hope she isn't leaving. Unfortunately she leaves the room, as she leaves she looks back and gives me a smile. Strangely she doesn't look at him, only at me. I feel happy and excited by that, like she only wanted me and not him. He looks over at me as I try not to smile back at her for I may make him think I planned this and never wanted him. So to reassure him, I walk over to him as she walks out the door and closes it and I kiss him passionately. I feel happy when I get a response from him and he kisses me back. We stop kissing and then he looks at me and says
"I really should go, I need to get home....This has been great though, I will never forget it."
He smiles at me and I smile back. As he gathers his clothes and dresses. I pick up the toys and put them back in the bag. He walks behind me then moves his hand around me and then I see the dick ring in his hand. I look at the dick ring and then I look up at him and I say
"Thanks, so could we do this again sometime? With just the two of us?"
He looks at me and smiles and says
"Sure, that would be great."
I smile back at him and then watch him walk out the door. I then go over to the bed to grab the red dildo I had used on her and then put it back in the bag. While I'm kneeling on the bed I notice there is a small piece of paper on the bedside table. Being curious because I know it's not mine, I look at it. It says
"I had a great time and I'd love to see you again, you taste wonderful"
And then she left her number on it. I was smiling so much I couldn't stop, I was so happy.
*I woke up then, sweating and hot. I looked around the hotel room thinking where am I? Once I figured out where I was I looked at the time and noticed I'd been sleeping for about an hour and that I'd dreamt the whole thing. I felt somewhat sad because it never happened. But then I felt happy because I'd had such an arousing and powerful dream that I had become wet while dreaming it. Instead of letting it play out like my dream I decided to pick up my things and leave the hotel room and not meet him...or her for that matter. Then I heard a knock at the door...* | literotica |
Title: Chpt 25- The Big Day by Lunar Stargazer
Tags: Celestia, MLP, Twilight Sparkle, luna
"I can't believe this is happening?"
Lunar chuckled deeply. "What's not to believe? That I am marrying Tia or that I chose you to be my best mare?" Lunar stood wearing his knightly attire which consisted of a red vestment, gold silk shoulder guards and star laidend sash that cut across his chest.
Starlight looked up to the stallion. "Both really. I mean it was not something that I expected." Lunar chuckled softly and looked to the earth pony before he spoke.
"You are my best friend Starlight, next to Tia and Luna. When I knew the wedding was approaching I had only one pony in mind to ask, you."
The two of them stood at the alter, Luna stood beside them because it was by Celestia's request that she preside over the ceremony. Across from them stood Twilight and her friends, all dressed in their finest attire. Even though the stallion had been awaiting this moment, Luna could see that he was nervous.
"Be at peace dear brother. We know thou is nervous but thou should not be. T'is a wonderful thing that will take place here this day." Luna then nuzzled into the stallion's neck to which he returned it with one of his own.
"I know Luna. Believe me I had been dreaming of this day for a very long time, even when I was among humans. But the fact that it is happening still makes me wonder if this is a dream."
Luna smiled to her soon to be brother. "T'is no dream Lunar."
The stallion nodded as the music changed and the doors to the hall opened. Three filles, Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle bounced along and dropping flowers as they went. After they came down the aisle, everypony waited until Celestia turned the corner and started to make her way up the aisle. She was in a pure white gown which covered her flank, around her midsection was also in white but seemingly stitched into the fabric were roses. Lunar knew just whom to thank for this. Upon the princess's head she wore a silk veil circled with roses. Lunar was awestruck. He could not begin to put into words just how beautiful she looked, even with a swollen belly.
She slowly made her way till she was standing beside him and smiled. Luna looked between the two and nodded her head. "Fillies and Gentlecolts. We are gathered here today to witness the union of two ponies whom care for each other deeply. They have faced many dangers together and fought against death itself. We are proud to be the one to preside over this ceremony."
Both Celestia and Lunar turned to face one another before Luna spoke again. "Dearest sister dos't thou take this stallion to be thy husband through good times and bad? Through all the years of thy life even until the next?"
Celestia nodded. "I do."
"Lunar dos't thou take thy sister to be thy wife through good times and bad? Through all the years of thy life even until the next?"
Lunar nodded. "I do."
"The rings please." Using her magic to carry the rings, Twilight walked up the shallow incline. Luna then took them from her using her own magic and slowly slide one onto their horns. "Then by the power vested upon us as the princess of Equestria. We now pronounce thee mare and stallion, King and Queen. Thou may kiss thy bride." Lunar wasted no time in doing so. He quickly pressed his lips to those of his wife and queen as the crowd of ponies that lined the hall cheered.
Tia and Lunar walked side by side down the aisle till they exited the hall and those outside cheered. Using her magic, Celestia tossed her bouquet of roses into the crowd and they both watched as fillies tried frantically to catch it.
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Night had fallen and the reception after the wedding started to kick off. The crowd parted as both Lunar and Celestia made their way to the center of the dance floor. Both smiled to the other.
"Our first dance as husband and wife."
Celestia moved forward and placed a gentle kiss upon the stallion's lips then broke it only to look into his deep purple eyes. "It will not be our last."
The two took their cue from the music and began their dance of love. Their steps and body language just shouted of how much they cared for each other. Celestia leaned her head against her husband as they danced. "Oh Lunar, I could not be happier."
Lunar chuckled softly. "Nor I my dearest. Nor I."
The song lasted a while before a pink pony hopped up on stage and shouted. "Let's get this party started!!" The tempo and soon the atmosphere of the room changed and every pony started to dance. Lunar and Celestia had also joined in on the fun. Haze and Misty stood off to one side just watching the room before Haze took Misty by her hoof and dragged her on to the dance floor.
Luna stood alone before a field of magic surrounded her and brought her into the center of the room where Lunar and Celestia stood. "I could not have done this without you little sister. If you did not push me to be better then what I was I shudder to think what might have happened."
"Big brother you know this as well as Tia and we do. You are whom you are. Even if we had done nothing, you would have fought just as hard regardless so please you need not thank us. Besides, we..." She was silenced when he wrapped her with his wing and held her close. The heat from his body warming her to her core.
Celestia smiled deeply and stared at her sister and her new husband. "Care for a picture your majesties?"
"Hmm? Oh yes, by all means."
The young mare stood before the three of them and looked into her view finder before taking the shot. It was moment forever cemented in time and would remain so for as long as they remembered it. | FSE |
Title: Being A Lady
Tags: lily pushed, lay helpless, squirmed bed, mind whirling, exposed cunt, tongue pushing, eyes taking, bed eyes, mouth speak, fuck fucked
Puffing a breath of air from her mouth she tried to make her stray blonde hairs move from her clammy forehead. Glancing to the window, wondering how much time had passed since he had walked out. It was just bordering on dark that stretch of time where the sun burns the sky red then wipes out the colours, leaving the world depleted and dim somehow. She watched but the colours never changed, it seemed to get no darker as though time had forgotten her, as though she did not exist. How long had he been gone? She knew it must be no more then two hours, three maybe, yet it felt like an eternity.
Surveying the room for the hundredth time she heard a faint sound. Was it the returning car or just her imagination? Closing her eyes to block out one sense in hopes of enhancing another she strained to listen; sure she would be able to recognise the sound of his return. She waited with her breath held but nothing seemed to come of it, there were no keys sliding into unlock the door and no steady thump as he walked across the bare floors. Sighing again she slowly started to work her aching muscles, her shoulders protesting as she flexed and rotated them, her fingers tingling as she shook her hands to reinstate blood flow to her manacled limbs.
Growling to herself in frustration she tried to entertain her mind but kept coming back to her vulnerable position. Her heart fluttered as a little voice in her head kept speaking of accidents delaying him, and that she may lay here until her housemates returned later the next day. She cringed at the thought of them walking in to find her naked and secured to the bed. Closing her eyes she cursing out loud at her stubbornness for getting her into this predicament.
"That's no language for a lady" a deep quiet voice mocked. Her eyes flew open in surprise, flicking to the source of the sound, where he stood casually leaning against the doorframe, his dark brown hair almost brushing the top of the door. She opened her mouth to retort but snapped it quickly closed as a dark warning look passed across his tanned face, his brown eyes appearing black as the room lost its light.
"You look hot pet" he said casually as he moved from the door to the bed, his eyes roaming over her exposed body, seeing her squirm as he stared at her. He sat beside her and smiled, the bed giving a small creak in protest. "Perhaps a drink?" He chuckled quietly as he pulled a bottle of water from behind his back, placing it on the cabinet beside the bed and unscrewing the cap. She could see the individual beads on moisture on the exterior of the bottle, licking her lips suddenly parched and imagining the cool liquid as it filled her mouth.
"Yes please Sir." Her eyes unwilling to leave the bottle flicked quickly from his face back to the water.
"Then open up" he soothed as he lifted the bottle from beside the bed, his hand pushing her fringe from her face and feeling the heat radiating from her, the sweat clinging to her skin from being kept in the hot upstairs room all afternoon. He watched as her soft lips parted and she tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes as she waited for the refreshing flow of liquid. When none came she opened them, searching his familiar face and he laughed mockingly at her, holding the bottle above her and tilting it only to pull it back.
"I said open up."
"Yes. And I did."
His face formed into a scowl as she pouted and she replied indignantly, he could see her losing patience and he slapped her face hard. The blows caused her head to turn and as she brought her eyes back to his he saw the look of shock, her lips pressed into angry lines.
"I've told you before little slut, watch your tone. You know the rules or do I need to teach you once more?" His voice was low, but filled with tension as he spoke, his eyes burning into her. He saw her think momentarily, opening her mouth to speak but closing it, biting her lip, chewing it the way she did when nervous. Or when aroused. He waited, not speaking, knowing the ensuing silence would drive her mad.
"My apologies for both my tone and my lack of respect" she spoke the words quietly, unsure. He could see her waiting his response and he reached out and roughly grabbed her hair, pushing her head into the bed as he put his weight behind the grip, rising from the bed and leaning over her. She cried out and jerked at the restraints, mind whirling as she tried to identify what she had done wrong, her head pounding from the pressure exerted on her hair. The realisation must have flashed across her face because he relaxed his grip and looked at her expectantly.
"Sir... I forgot the Sir" she said with a half smiled at her stupid mistake.
"Yes you did. You know I don't expect it with every sentence you say but I thought you had learnt by now it is always Yes Sir, No Sir" he sighed as he released her hair and looked to the floor, calculating his reaction and knowing just how to push the right buttons.
"Please forgive me, Sir. I'm just hot and not thinking properly and I did as I was told..." her voice trailed off, her face was turned to face him, trying to read his face in the now dark room.
"And I told you to open up" he moved with surprising speed and pushed her legs open, upending the bottle of cold water so that it splashed over her thighs and the exposed flesh of her pussy. She jerked and cried out as the liquid made contact with her hot skin, chilling her and saturating the bedclothes. He laughed cruelly at her shocked reaction, checking that there was still some water left he splashed it across her chest. He watched the rivulets of water trickle down the soft curves of her breasts, one enticing little trail of water snaked its way down to her navel and he leaned down and licked it slowly. He stopped between her breasts and looked at her. Even hidden in shadow he could see the effects, feel her body squirm although she tried to hold still, always she fought to conceal her desires but he knew.
She felt anger boiling inside her, and clenched her teeth knowing if she reacted to his taunting it would be her undoing. Deep down she knew she would capitulate and apologise for her earlier outburst. It was just his arrogance that got to her. He had walked out of the room without a word when she swore at him, out of the room but she had not expected him to leave the house, abandoning her to the heat. And now after letting her stew about it for hours he still intended on toying with her. That hardened her resolve to not apologise, what was the worst he could do? The others would be back tomorrow so he would have to release her by then. Or if worst came to worst she would have to rely on them to release her, facing the embarrassment of her predicament.
His voice broke into her reverie interrupting the small rant going through her head.
"Now tell me pet, what was it you told me to do?"
"I err... what do you mean Sir?" She could see his silhouette but not make out his features. She wished for the light on to read his expression, unsure how to answer.
He reached up and stroked her face tenderly, his fingers tracing the gentle contours of her cheeks, along her jaw line before gripping her face suddenly.
"Don't play dumb whore, you may be stupid at times but you are far from dumb" his voice was menacingly low as he released his vice like grip on her jaw with a push.
"I told you to... I said to um, to get the fuck out and to... to get fucked... Sir" she felt her cheeks burning, hating the hesitant pauses as she reiterated what had flowed so easily earlier from her mouth.
"Ahh yes" he paused as if he had forgotten what she had said and rose from the bed, walking and flicking the lights on, both of them wincing as the room flooded with brightness. Walking back to the base of the bed he stood for a moment to look at her. Even after sweltering in the heat she was appealing, intensified by the little pout as she lay helpless on the bed.
"To get the fuck out, which i have of course done. So i guess its time for the next part" He spoke casually but his eyes were fierce, watching her face. He saw a faint glimmer of a smile and laughed. Her forehead creased into a confused frown briefly and he took the opportunity to grab at her legs, pulling them down the bed and stretching her out. She cried out in a mixture of shock and pain, the sudden movement sending bolts of pain into her tortured arms.
He strapped her ankles quickly into the leather cuffs and stood back to admire the sight as she squirmed on the bed, the sheets damp from sweat and spilt water formed creases as her wriggling pulled them from the bed. Her eyes met his and she stopped completely, as always the command in his eyes and the way he seared into her soul enough to hold her.
"Mmmmm, such a pretty wee whore" he walked along side the bed once more, running his fingers up her leg lightly caressing her body, his body. He stopped at the sound of a car pulling up and smiled down at her, his eyes taking on a devious shine. "Looks like you have company, I'll just go let them in and direct them upstairs shall I?" He turned and ignoring her protests to come back and disregard the door. He walked and turned out of sight, leaving the bedroom door wide open. She could hear him descending the stairs and followed his progress knowing he would be walking through the living room. The door opened and although she strained, she could only hear murmurs, there was no recognition at the voices.
"She's just upstairs, this way" she heard his voice, knew it had been projected loudly in order for her to hear. She glanced up at her restrained hands and felt heat rushing to her face, a burning blush flaming her cheeks at being seen like this, her mind whirling at who it might be that he would allow to see her like this. At the sound of feet climbing the stairs she wriggled frantically, desperate to be free, her eyes locked on the door in fear. Fear, but also arousal. She hated to admit it but deep down the idea of being exposed like this thrilled her. She could feel the growing wetness between her legs, and knew it would be as obvious to them as they walked in the door, her legs held open as they were.
He entered the room first, smiling at his girl as she squirmed. Behind him walked a tall slim woman who she didn't know.
"Sarah, this is Lily. Lily, this is my slut who I told you about"
The woman smiled at her softly, her dark eyes taking in the helpless girl, lingering on her exposed cunt where the pink flesh was swollen and wet. Sarah in return eyed her back, the woman a striking contrast to herself. Where she was small and fair this woman was tall, surely around 5'6," her hair was jet black and piled in a twist on her head. She wore a short Chinese style dress that accentuated her curves, the dark red and gold of the silk all helping to make her seem oriental, mysterious.
He moved to stand behind the captivating stranger, his eyes on her laying there helpless the whole time. His hands slid around the front, gently cupping her breasts before fiddling with the buttons of the dress. The strip of naked flesh grew with each button until her dress fell completely open and he tugged it off her shoulders, leaving the woman standing naked. He slid his hand back up, over her flat stomach, cupping one of her breasts briefly, his finger lightly rolling her nipples, making them stand dark and erect. His hand continued up her neck, appearing large against her. Tilting her head to him they kissed, slowly at first but growing deeper. On the bed Sarah watched helplessly, feeling both jealous that she was being touched by him and a flicker of desire. He whispered something in the woman's ear and she gave a lilting laugh and pulled free from his arms.
With a little wink at Sarah she leant forward on the bed, her hands close to Sarah's own feet, her eyes coming to rest on the bound girls exposed cunt. Lily's ass was pressed up into the air as he took one step forward, Sarah could only watch the look on the other girls face as he dragged his cock through her lips and thrust in hard. The look of pleasure was more then she could take, closing her eyes to block at the sight of another woman being fucked by him, only to hear the maddening sound of their sex. The moans were soft and high from her, hard grunts from him. Slapping bodies and the smell of sex filling the room, she squirmed on the bed, realising that despite her jealousy having them fuck was arousing her and she opened her eyes. His eyes were staring at her, giving her a jolt and he smiled knowingly.
Lily's moans grew to screams, her small mouth dropping open as her head lifted back, her arms giving way as he thrust as hard as he could, forcing her forwards onto the bed, the fine black twist of hair loosened and cascading onto the bed as she let out a high pitched scream. Sarah moaned with her as she watched the other woman cum. He stopped still, his cock buried deep inside letting her come down, enjoying the feeling of his cock bathed in her juices, the tightening of her cunt around his shaft. He pulled free slowly and helped the still shuddering girl to her feet, again leaning to whisper in her ear.
Sarah lay helpless has Lily crawled up the bed, pausing briefly to lick the now honey drenched lips, flicking playfully over Sarah's swollen clit, making her hips heave and her hands clench. Moaning softly as her tongue left her aching pussy and she watched as Lily crawled the rest of the way up her, not stopping until her juice soaked cunt was sitting above Sarah's face.
"Lick her clean my little fuck." Finally he spoke to her, but his tone was neutral and his gaze impassive as he watched her tongue sliding from her mouth. She lifted her head as she extended her tongue and lightly lapped at the soft petals of another woman's pussy. The taste suffused her mouth instantly and she took a deep breath, the aroma was of desire, sweet and musky all at once. The smell seemed to unhinge something in her as she lapped eagerly, her tongue pushing between the folds, licking upwards to circle around her clit. Forgetting that she was meant to be cleaning this woman, her lust had her licking and sucking at her clit, her body craving the taste of Lily's cum, wanting to experience it flooding fresh into her mouth.
She pushed her tongue into the entrance of her cunt, thrusting it into her as Lily pushed back, the dark haired beauty gasping and fucking the tongue pushing up into her. The bed squeaked and sank, and Sarah felt rough hands sliding up her legs. She wanted to lift her head and watch him but could not draw herself away from the intoxifying taste. All she could do was lay there, squirming and fucking Lily as he pushed his head into her aching pussy in one shattering thrust. She wanted to scream, the sound came out muffled as the noise was trapped against the other woman's skin, vibrating into her.
Lily moaned loudly and gripping onto the head board, slamming down against her face. The two of them seemed to be in unison as his shaft thrust in and out of her in long hard strokes. He slammed against her, his hands gripping her hips painfully, nails biting into her flesh as he pumped his hips, she felt the swelling of his cock as it filled with cum and desperately squeezed her muscles down on him, milking his cock for every drop. Lily's walls gripped tight around her tongue, she was amazed at how she could feel the muscles rippling inside Lily's pussy, her tongue was suddenly covered in warm juices, making her moan and sealing her mouth around the leaking cunt, trying to suck ever drop as both her mouth and pussy filled with cum.
Lily reaching the point off painful pleasure pulled back, panting as she slipped off the bed, standing slowly and smiling down at the powerless girl. She picked up her clothes and nodded to them both, leaving without a sound. Sarah realised the whole time she had been hear, she hadn't said a word and as she licked her lips and tasted the remnants of the strange woman she wondered who exactly she was. Turning her eyes to where he was still propped on the bed, his cock softening inside her she opened her mouth to speak, he shook his head in warning and she stopped.
"Well now pet, I do believe I fulfilled both of your criteria, I both got the fuck out and got fucked." He watched her face colour, the crimson spread over her cheeks quickly and he smiled. Pulling out slowly from her and laying on top on her, his weight crushing her beneath him as he kissed her softly and stroked her cheek. "From now on, you will be more careful what you say yes? You're a good little slut, just need to work on the lady part." He chuckled softly and slid off the bed to untie her, massaging her wrists and ankles restoring blood flow before pulling her to him, caressing her gently.
She curled in happily to him, determined that she had learnt her lesson. But how could she not have she thought as she smiled and thought of the strange woman that had helped in the lesson. So elegant and quiet, a real lady. | literotica |
Title: The Story of the Cat and the Mouse by spug
Tags: Adventure, Feline, Gay, M/M, Mouse, Roleplay, Romance, Satire
**The Story of the Cat and the Mouse** RP Fic By Spug & Bianca Marou **Genre:** Batman **Pairing:** Gordon X Wesker **Rating:** NC-17 **Warnings:** Anthro, Yiff, Language, Misuse of Food **Summery:** Anthro Setting. The Ventriloquist gets a day off for good behavior, Commissioner Gordon takes him to the Park. And then.. **Cameos:** Dr. Arkham, Bullock, Jerry, Montoya, & The Mad Hatter
**Wesker:** If glass eyes could have held any other emotion save for the shadowed and almost empty reflection of what was stared into them, one would have bet those lifeless pupils would have seethed utter loathing.
"Run dis gy me again? Why's 'e gettin' tah parade around dah Gurg 'n I's have tah stay in yer dusty cagnet?"
The Stork adjusted his frames and stared down at the gangster dressed wooden rat dummy and quoted matter-of-factly. "Because Mr. Scarface, Mr. Wesker has behaved, you.. on the other hand, are utterly hopeless. Are you ready Arnold? Just hand Mr. Scarface to me." Dr. Arkham spread wing tips out toward the tiny mouse that stood next to the receptionist desk.
Six full months of good behavior. Six full months of no escape attempts, no fighting and taking his medication, and what did Arkham Asylum award it's prized pampered crazies with? A day out! Freedom!
Well.. with an armed escort of course. Kindly volunteered from the police department. But still a Day out. Shouldn't this rodent have worn a more chipper expression? Yet Arnold Wesker's maw was pulled in a flat line, exposing the gnawing tooth. Glasses reflecting and sheening in the bright office florescent lighting. Brows were canted with worry on his albino white furred face. Rounded mousy ears slightly lowered. He'd been dressed up in his best. Tuxedo, bow-tie, even his fashionable bowler hat. But his naked pink tail was drooping.
"Mr. Wesker?"
There were two reasons for the mouse to be vaguely put out of place. One was the worry that his escort was going to be that.. swine that was always eating donuts. Oh my yes, that mammal scared him a bit. And the other.
"Are you sure.. Mr. S-Scarface can't come?" Lip was pulled behind that jutted white tooth.
Dr. Arkham sighed and rubbed his bill. "No, Arnold."
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
**Gordon:** He paced at the front of Arkham Asylum's lobby in front of the desk. He could hear the faint sound of a radio as the receptionist listened to some sort of lazy sounding oldies station. I wonder if it's too late to call this whole thing off, there are a million more things that I could be doing right now.
Swish Swish Swish.
The really rich thing would be if they sent that Hyena out. Of course, though, realistically he'd never get off on good behavior. Meanness was built right into every last miscolored hair of that creatures hide. Or the Riddler, perhaps. The migraines that weasel would give him.
Swish Swish Swish.
He twitched his ears trying to hear who it could be, bushy thick whiskers wiggling as he tried to smell the air. Damn! I can't tell who it is coming through the door. In nervousness his licked the fingers of his paw and ran them back through his hair, before starting another trip back to the other side of the desk.
Swish Swish Swish.
Maybe it wasn't too late. Perhaps he would have the opportunity to call it off and get a replacement for the person tomorrow. He turned to go to the receptionist and ask her about this, and-
Swish Swish KLONK!
A book and a multitude of magazines upon it fell from a waiting room table as his huge, bushy tail flicked into it awkwardly, scattering across the floor. "Dammit!" He cursed, rushing to pick up the mess. Okay, I get this cleaned up, then I have them tell them someone'll come in tomorrow. I'll offer Bullock and Montoya extra sick days for it. Yes, that'll work. He arranged them neatly in his paws and put them on top of the book, back turned toward the hall that Wesker was being brought down.
**Wesker:** Pink lined ears swirled to the crashing that came from the lobby as light footsteps that wouldn't have normally sounded had he not been wearing shoes with heels. It's that pig. I know it is. He'll make me sit in his car why he sips coffee and snort at me if I move too much.
Wesker moved the fingers on his right paw, now free of Mr. Scarface open and close against his palm. He banked slightly and Dr. Arkham placed a wing on his shoulder. "Don't be nervous, you'll have a great time. "
His other wing was behind his long back, keeping the Dummy out of the small rodents view. "And don't you worry about Mr. Scarface, he'll be right here when you get ba--" The Stork trailed off as they entered the lobby.
Wesker's ears swiveled in confusion as he was greeted with fluffy... white tail. A very big fluffy white tail swinging all around as it's owner was stooped over picking up magazines. Maw parted slightly and head tilted. Long brown coat.. why this was...
"So is it dah swine or what?" Scarface's voice bit behind Dr. Arkham rather bored. The Stork cough and tucked the Dummy under his coat.
"Commissioner, how are you? Do you need help with that?"
Commissioner James Gordon. Well HIM Wesker had not expected. Not at all.
**Gordon:**"Huh?" Gordon stood, his tail still swishing awkwardly as he finished. Well it's too late now, but it's... Hey, it's the Ventriloquist. Without the puppet this day should go along smooth enough.
"No, actually, I just took care of it," he gave sort of a nervous chuckle and glanced over at the receptionist. His face lost it's smile.
She was just sitting there, completely oblivious, gecko tongue helpin her blow a large bubble before she turned the page to the files she was reading. Well, it's nice to know how secure Arkham can be.
He looked back toward Dr. Arkham. "Well, is this our guy?" He walked over to Wesker, towering over him.
Well, now that he thought about it, he was a lot taller than Wesker. More than he ever realized from a distance or seeing him brought out of a patrol car. I must look enormous from down there.
He kneeled, leaning his elbow on his knee so he was looking up at the mouse slightly. Age was catching up with the old cat, he had to grunt a little on his way down, but he didn't seem pained when he was resting.
"So, Mr. Wesker, did you have any plans today? Anywhere in particular you wanted me to take you? ...That's legal of course," He added, grin making his bushy whiskers fluff up.
**Wesker:**"H-hello Mr. Gordon." The mouse said rather softly, craning his head upward at the tall cat till the Commissioner decided that kneeling would be a better ideal. How's the weather up there? His brain quarried. Warrant a chuckle, no Wesker just sniffed.
The rodent's face followed along as Gordon took his new position and came eye to eye with the schizophrenic mouse.
Glasses hid all the emotion of his eyes. But ears and nose were a different story. Those satellite items swiveled back a little and his nose wiggled nervously. It perhaps could have been just natural rodent - feline charisma. Pink tongue darted over his lips and he shifted a shoe almost like a child would against the ground. "Maybe... Maybe the p-park.. I d-don't really have a plan, anywhere you think is nice. "
Honestly, as long as he got to go out. It would be nice. Since it wasn't that hog, it was bound to be somewhat enjoyable. After all, Gordon didn't seem like a bad feline.
"Oh you'll have a wonderful time. Just remember, back by six. Any problems, just bring him in early." The Stock nudged the mouse again and Wesker's belly brushed against Gordon's knees. He stammered slightly, going to apologize but atlas interrupted.
"DUMMY! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME 'ERE 'ND GO THE FUCK OFF!"
The stork actually jumped as the mouse threw his voice. "Goodness." Scarface clattered to the ground behind him.
Ears snapped to the sound of wood hitting ground and the mouse turned tail, literally, the pink thing nearly slapped the feline in the face.
"A-are you sure Mr. S-scarface can't come?"
**Gordon:** He rose to his feet, nodding as he went. "That shouldn't be a problem, Dr. Arkham. I-"
The huge feline hissed between his teeth slightly at the sound of the dummy's voice, eyes widening in alarm and turning toward the sound of the clatter. His own ears wiggled every which way at the surprising conversation with himself.
"Um... How about us hurry on our way to the park, huh? I don't think Mr. Scarface would like grass stains in his suit." He put an arm around Wesker's shoulders and turned him toward the door, pushing him slightly to encourage him to keep walking.
"Hey, I bet the food in here isn't all that great all the time, how about I get you a hot dog or something while we're at the park?" He walked toward the front doors. Oh please don't let it talk anymore, hide the thing, Dr. Arkham! You'd almost think that Gordon was thinking of the puppet independently from Arnold with that reaction.
His swishing tail became so agitated that the fluff came up and puffed at the back of Arnold's head every once in a while, fur tickling at his mousy ears. "Bosses you around a lot, doesn't he?" He said once the door was closed behind them.
**Wesker:** Oh God. Mr. Scarface was so angry. He yelled a lot, but like that. Wesker almost wanted to balk and run down the hallway back to his cell right then. A day out wouldn't be worth the torment he'd get when he returned.
Would it?
No choice, big feline arm was around his shoulders and he was heading for the door. For a moment the rodent pressed back against the inside of that coated arm. Scarface could still be heard growling as Arkham scoped the dummy up and took off down the hallway with it.
As soon as the door was clicked shut behind them, Wesker let out a sigh and his head sunk a bit. Ears flickering instinctively to the tickling fur that was bushing up against them.
"Y-yes." Slowly Arnold tilted his head up at the feline, brows were canted sad. "B-but I d-deserve it.. I guess, It's not really fair he has to stay, even if he didn't behave." A paw reached up and he scratched at his little pink nose and took a few steps forward, not wanting to keep pressing back into the felines arm.
"I'd like a hotdog, thank you, that would be nice." His gaze shifted out toward the gate. What would they ride in? A police car, or the Commissioners own. I hope it's not a police car.
It was a nice day. Not too hot, A light breeze made his white fur and bow tie ruffle. He looked.. completely innocent. Certainly not like he belong in that nut house they'd just exited. But looks were so deceiving.
After all, this large ( he'd say enormous, but he rode around on Charles Dales' shoulders quite a bit, now that was enormous, a damn nose bleed! ) feline taking him for his reward day? Tiger without stripes, or just a sweet kitten? This mouse would hope for the latter.
**Gordon:** Fortunately for Wesker, it was indeed the Commissioner's car, complete with siren in the glove box and radio set in case of emergency. It was an older model brown boat of a thing, but still in nice shape.
"Well, you were good, so you get to go out, and he was bad, so he has to stay. I think that makes sense to me." Like a giant feather duster that thing tapped against Wesker's back, running up and down the other's bald pink tail. Obviously the Commissioner had a lot of issues on his mind. There had to have been to make him swish his tail that much.
His face is so sad, maybe he really needs this. "I need a little break from work anyway, how about we make the most of our day?" He nodded toward his vehicle through the gate as they reached it. "See that ugly piece of crap? That'll be the H.M.S. Oldsmobile and I'll be your captain this evening, I hope you enjoy the entertainment aboard the ship and feel free to refer to any of the helpful staff... all one of them."
It was a lame attempt at a joke, but it was something to put the little mouse at ease. Obviously his kittens must have warped his sense of humor.
**Wesker:** It could have been the Flintstones car and he could have rubble-rubbled his way along the floor, anything but riding in a marked police car was good as gold. Those round ears shifted forward as he looked over toward the hunking brown vehicle and listened to the large feline crack a poor joke in his favor.
That's sweet. A slow chuckle left the mouse and he took a deep breath as they walked toward the car and looked over his shoulder at the feline. Maybe this day without Scarface won't be so bad. It sounds like he's going to keep me safe and try to enjoy my company, boring as I may be. "I'm sure I'll have a great t-time thank yo-umph"
Big ol fluffy white tail smacked right into his little muzzle as he turned his face to talk to the feline. Not hard enough to hurt but he did jolt back a bit in surprise.
Oh my that was.. nose wiggled. He could still feel the soft fur that had slipped across the delicate smelling item. Nose Wiggled. Okay.. Not hurt just.. Nose wig-
"Chu!" Sneeze!
And Again. "Chu!" "Chu!"
"Chu!"
Each time his head shook, and glasses slipped down his nose, exposing blurry blue.
"Chu!"
It was just the tiniest squeaking little thing too.
"Chu!"
**Gordon:** Gordon turned away, thankfully ridding Wesker of that damned annoyance under his wiggly little pink nose. A thick, white digit planted itself in the middle of Wesker's glasses and pushed them up on his nose.
He does have pretty eyes. The thought crossed his mind briefly before his pushing finger concealed them again behind the thick lenses once more.
Swish Swish Swish his tail patted the door. "You can hop in the passenger side, I'll hop in the driver's side, and maybe if you're really good in a while you can get out for good." The sneezing, now that he thought about it, had been kinda cute, too.
No Gordon, don't go thinking things like that about your ward. As he got in he had to move his tail to wrap his lap and buckle it down so it didn't flail about and get in his way as he drove. He did it quickly, like he was used to it, but it looked a little awkward when he was done, like he'd strapped one of those overly fuzzy pillows to his lap.
"...Okay, park, hotdogs, anything else?"
**Wesker:** Big fluffy finger to the rescue! Another sneeze like that and those glasses might of ended up on the ground. Another wrinkle of his nose and the mouse sniffed lightly and nodded his thanks to the large feline. "O-kay."
He did as he was instructed. Stepping around the vehicle and climbed into the passenger seat. He sat down carefully, letting his own little naked tail curl next to him as he pulled the seatbelt across his chest and lap and buckled it.
He wiggled to get the chest harness out of his face and then turned to look at Gordon.
How does he get around with such a behemoth tail? Wesker blinked under his glasses and just stared at the felines buckled down back-swisher. If my tail was that big I'd be falling over it, even compared to his body. My Goodness. At least it's soft.
Unlike his own tail, which actually stung if he whipped it around too hard. I wonder what else he's knocked over with that thing... you're staring at his lap.
Wesker felt the skin under his white cheeks starting to mildly burn and he quickly turned his attention to the dash board and nibbled his lip. "I'm not really sure.. I think the parks good for now, I think about it while we're there. "
Park. With green grass and the pond. He'd always liked going there, Mr. Scarface so rarely let him.
**Gordon:** He's looking at your lap. Curse that thing for being in the way all the time. Just had to swish it under his nose. His own skin blushed, beaming through his fur slightly. "Park then, very well." He started to drive.
He glanced over at the small mouse in the seat next to him. He reminds me of a kid at a playground who's sad because no one'll play with him. I suppose that's why he has Scarface. He's the tough kid to watch over him when other kids are picking on him.
"How long has it been since you've been there, because they've added another fountain there-" that someone was killed by last week "-and some of the fruit trees are starting to turn-" the reports said that leaves kept covering up evidence.
It was sad, now that he thought about it. Most of the nice changes in the city of Gotham were always seen through a Crimson haze for him. It was altogether depressing anymore to go anywhere. Maybe going with a fresh pair of eyes could cheer it up a little for him.
**Wesker:** Funny how you miss little details like the cracks in a glove department when you don't bother to stare at them, or how the car smelled a bit too much like paperwork and coffee. The feline fur smelt the same way, but in a nicer fresher way. Not the stale grinded in seat of a coffee stain ground into the floor boards.
He's talking to you, pay attention. The mouse finally jerked his attention back up to the feline. He caught the tell-tale signs of the blush fading away under those fluffy white cheeks. A head tilt and his brows flurried up. "Not in two years." With Socko. He didn't bother to mention that part. Socko had been much nicer, wanted lesser crimes, just liked to go to the park and feed the..
"Are the Ducks still coming around?" Ears perked up at the sound of the new fountain. That sounded nice. If they did, he could sit with Gordon and watch them awhile, fed them some of his hotdog bun.
These little thoughts brightened the mouse up a little bit, his shoulders straightened and he raised his chin to look out the car window now. His tail flickered a bit and the tip brushed against the feline's thigh.
For a moment he just stared out the window before slowly turning back to Gordon. He licked his maw and his pink nose crinkled. "You don't have to keep me out the whole time, if you don't want too, I know this is probably a burden, I think just a trip to the park will suffice. "
**Gordon:** Really, was it a burden?
When he'd set out that morning, he'd fully expected it to be. But no, it was hardly a burden.... Well, it might have been if it had been some other inmate. But this was Arnold Wesker, and he was completely saaAAAAAAAAA-
His back tensed up as the tail tickled his thigh and made his own bush up underneath the seatbelt. He squirmed and tried to discretely wiggle away from it. Luckily the thicker tail was hiding any reactions that he was having.
The park wasn't far, and it wasn't long before they saw it. "See?" He nodded toward ducks in the sky. "There're still some here." There was a smile in his voice. Far different from the gruff, demanding voice he used before the press and captured criminals.
"Do you want to go and see them?"
**Wesker:** Ah yes, Wesker had that light innocence about him. It might have been all a subconscious act, with what he'd been through in his life, there was just no way in hell could have maintained that much naivety. No, the mouse was just timid, kind, everything the gnarling snarling EVIL personality he'd left back at the Asylum wasn't.
To tell the truth, had he known his tail was causing the feline cop some 'discomfort' he'd have held the damn thing in his paw the rest of the day.
Those ears rotated completely forward when Gordon pointed out the ducks and Wesker actually gave a little squeak. "Yes please, I would like that very much."
He was already unbuckling himself as the car came to park well.. in the park's .. parking lot. Once the commissioner killed the engine the rodent slipped out of the car and stretched a moment.
Glasses reflected the sunlight as he looked about. The air smells nice. No medication. No slate glass, or plastic chairs. At least for his credit he didn't bounce up and down like a giddy child while he waited for the feline to walk around the car. He didn't take off running. His chest tightened a little as a family of hares walked past him. What if someone recognize me and panics?
Though honestly, without Scarface, rarely did furs notice him. With things like Joker Gas and killer plants rampaging around, there was hardly room for a Ventriloquist and his Mob Boss Dummy on the front page of the Gotham Times.
**Gordon:** Gordon pressed the button to lock the doors, then closed his loudly. While Wesker sans dummy had little to worry about recognition, the large feline had a little more to worry about. The last thing he needed while chaperoning an Arkham resident was to have some fussy housewife wanting to spout political rhetoric about the police's responsibility in the latest crime spree, or some small time reporter to suddenly stall him for an interview.
Between the slit up the back of his coat, his now free tail caught up fallen leaves as he walked around the car to Wesker's side. He joined the white little rodent on the other side, leaned down, and pointed toward the hotdog vending cart. "How about we go over there and get something to eat first, then we can go on to that bench way over there by the fountain. That way we won't get pinged in the head by a frisbee-" or recognized by the multitudes of people that come here every day.
He led him over to the vendor again, once more putting an arm around his shoulders and patting his back. He did seem a little nervous to be going out into the open, be in the company of a cop, AND be without his grainy foul-mouthed security blanket. He removed it long enough to order them two hot dogs, get out his wallet, and pay for it, and take them from the warthog ironically peddling them to hand one down to the mouse. His arm returned around the shoulders then, and half hiding him from the public with his much larger form, as he walked them toward the bench.
The bench, far from the little bicycle trail and open area of grass, was right next to the fountain. In it, a group of ducks loudly quacked and flung water at one another with their wings. A few dipped under. Gordon cast a glance over to where a shooting had recently occurred, noting the chalk had mostly washed away.
**Wesker:** The rat dummy tended to be a lot more then just Wesker's security blanket. It was his whole world after all. Kept him alive, kept him relatively safe, gave him protection in a world that was utterly out to eat his little mousy ass for dinner.
Yet, with Gordon's shadow watching over him as they headed for the hotdog cart, Wesker didn't feel so paranoid. The large feline might of been a cop, but he was his protector for the day. If something did go wrong, at least having a cop around would be a good thing in that matter. He's big, he's strong. If someone tries to hurt you, he can arrest them. The mouse tilted his head up at Gordon as the feline bought the hot dogs and gave him the lightest of smiles. Yes, today will be okay. I hope.
Wesker settled about a foot and a half away from Gordon on the bench, little paws holding onto his hot dog. Tail was curled to the side toward the large feline. A little mustard was leaking onto one of his paws, but he was too busy watching the Ducks play and splash in the pond to notice.
He loved the ducks. He could watch them for hours. He knew he didn't have hours today, so he was just going to have to make the most of it. The fading chalk outline was something he entirely missed noticing. Without Scarface here to note the grim in the gleam, it was just a happy park.
A duck jumped on the rim of the fountain and Wesker ears snapped forward. He tilted his head at the bird and then slowly began pulling a small piece of bun off his hotdog. With a little toss, he landed it near the duck, who happily quaked and snatched it up. Whoops. The other ducks noticed and came waddling around to that side of fountain.
Well! Wesker wasn't the type to let any duck not have a piece. So he began peeling off more bread. Unfortunately after about six ducks, the mouse was left with no bun and just a mustard covered hot dog in one paw.
But he didn't seem to mind.
**Gordon:** The smile was returned with another bunch of bushy whiskers and a tail swish at the bench, watching him happily feeding the ducks around them. He couldn't tell who was happier for a moment, the little inmate, or the quacking creatures pleading for food. He almost forgot briefly that Wesker was a criminal.
His tail slipped through the back and bottom pieces of the bench to swish around, infuriating some butterflies that were trying to get a meal behind the bench as the flowers they were on ended up having some petals thrown into the air.
He looked upon the smiling face of the little mouse, his ears perked in more than discomfort. He liked that look, it really did seem like taking the day out... of... his... hard working... schedule... um....
What's he doing with the hotdog?
He squirmed a little when Wesker held the food against his dainty maw. It had been a while...since... well... anything really. Even Barbara had given up hope on fixing him up with anyone. He felt fabric tug at his thighs, glanced down, then quickly crossed his legs.
**Wesker:** That swishing tail behind the beach was creating a little breeze. Wesker would have to remember if he got too hot, he'd just have to stand behind the big feline, that tail always seemed to be going a mile a minute. It made his own seem so lifeless and timid just laying there next to him on the bench.
The Ducks quacked at him for more bread and the mouse chuckled lightly at them. "I'm sorry, I don't have any more." He didn't think they'd like the hot dog meat, and he was a little hungry.
The small mouse looked over at the feline cop for a moment. Gordon looked a little uncomfortable. Probably hot in that oversized jacket? Wesker wrinkled his nose a bit at feline and gave him another thankful grin before turning his attention back to his hotdog.
Ack! You're getting mustard on your tuxedo! That stuff is going to stain. Eat. Eat! His tail flickered for a moment of panic at the yellow goo that had landed on one of his thighs, the pink thing snapped and brushed the other's leg as Wesker parted his mouth and shoved as much of the meat into his mouth he could in one bite. He chewed while looking back at the still quacking ducks with a swivel of ears. Swallow, another bite. Chew. Look. Swallow. The last of the hot dog disappeared into his mouth with a lick to his thumb pad.
Now honestly, that had looked a little promiscuous, but it had been completely innocent. Really. Even as he finished chewing and set about cleaning his paw of the mustard with little licks. It was just care to not smear mustard on his clothing.
**Gordon:** He was indeed getting hot under that upturned collar. Sweat dampened his fur slightly as he watched him carefully, down to that pink tongue darting out of his mouth to lap up the yellow bits of mustard.
The tail was not longer moving as quickly as before. It was more like a pendulum. Tap to one side. Tap to the other. Tap back. Even steady beat to it. He looked over the small muzzle and his whiskers twitched slightly. His eyes wondered down. Button, to button, to button.
When he reached his pants, though, that glaring bit of condiment on Wesker's thigh caught his attention. Instinct almost took hold, then he caught himself. No, not your tongue! Napkins! He reached into his pocket for a wad of napkins and unfolded one. "Wait, you have some on you," he said, dropping his hand to his thigh to wipe it up. You're feeling his thigh!
He jerked his hand up from the warm leg. "Oh, uh..." he hesitated between cleaning him off again and pulling his hand back altogether, before putting the napkin in Wesker's dainty mouse paws. "Here."
You would have liked to have cleaned it up, wouldn't you. His eyes widened at his own thoughts, cheeks blushing brightly under his fur.
**Wesker:** Poor feline, Wesker honestly wasn't trying to make him tent right out in the opening! It was just mustard minus bun equaled a mess! He'd been so busy getting the last of the yellow off his paw that Gordon's leaning in to clean up the stain on his thigh startled him a bit.
He squeaked lightly when the big white paw landed on his leg. Wesker paused in mid lick and stared at that paw for a moment, pink little tongue sticking out of his mouth. What is he doing? Did he fall? Oh the strain!
"Y-yes.. sorry!" The mouse stammered with a final lick. The odd thing was, he actually spread those said thighs as if he was going to allow Gordon to just clean it up. Use to doctors and nurses swiping at him perhaps? But the feline just handed him the napkin instead.
"T-thank you. I uh guess I should have eaten the hot dog b-before I fed the bread to the ducks." He dampened the napkin on his tongue before rubbing the yellow stain on his pants till it faded away.
When he finished he looked back up at Gordon, crumbling up the napkin in his paws. The feline looked even hotter now. Poor guy. All that thick white fur must have been a bitch in the summer. Yet, Wesker bet he was nice and warm on some of Gotham's chiller nights. Bet it's as soft as it looks too.
He blinked under his glasses and then looked past the fountain toward a couple of shade trees and then pointed with his other hand. "D-do you want to move over there? You look very hot right now.. I mean.. it's hot, the shade's p-probably better. "
**Gordon:**"I look hot?" You're sweating! "O-Oh, I look hot!" He glanced down at the slightly damp cloth under his tie, stretching out his paws as he did so. He chuckled a little to himself, hiding his embarrassment. "I think that might be a good idea."
He started to pull off his coat, shoulders rolling out from under the fabric. The give of thigh as he'd tried to clean it, the gentle parting of legs, flickered through his mind. He decided to roll up his shirt sleeves too and drape the coat over them so he could uncross his legs and rise with something in front of him. The last thing he wanted was the little mouse to scurry back to Arkham with horror stories about how the big bad commissioner was sporting a big stiffy in his trousers the entire outing.
He waited for Wesker to rise, but instead of holding his shoulders this time he chose simply to clutch at his coat in front of him.
"It is a little bright out here, anyway," he commented offhandedly, fanning himself with his tail tip.
**Wesker:** The thing was, would he run back to Arkham and flap his maw, or would he find himself staring at it? Honestly, it had been forever for the mouse as well. It was just a good thing he didn't usually think about those kinds of out of reach pleasures. After all, he spent half his time in an asylum, and the other half helping run a mob.
But now that he had a little free time. He is kinda hot. And not just sweaty-type. Mgh! Don't think like that.
He stood and nodded to Gordon as he started to walk toward the shade trees. Taking his time so it wouldn't appear that he was hurrying away from the feline. He slowly shrugged out of his own overcoat as they walked, exposing slim shoulders and white clad back to the world. His tail hooked up slightly as he walked, to keep the tip from dragging on the ground.
When the reached the trees, the mouse found a comfortable spot on the grass and settled himself down into nice seated position and waited for Gordon to join him.
The feline still looked pretty put out. The mouse nibbled his lip as he looked up at him. Maybe he's got more important things to do. You shouldn't keep him out here too long. Besides, the longer you're out, the more Scarface will be angry with you.
But was it so bad he was enjoying the commissioners company? True the big feline was a bit unorthodox, and he was a little worried he was going to fall on him. Gordon was still the NICEST fur he'd gotten to spend time with that wasn't trying to prescribe him medication or to dig into his damaged psyche.
"Have you taking any of the other inmates out, or am I your first?" The small mouse puzzled the cat for some idle conversation.
**Gordon:** The coat slid off the shirt slickly, drawing Gordon's eyes to the frail frame beneath. I bet he was a real heartthrob when he was younger, from how nice he looks now. The way that shoulders sloped up into neck, the slight curve of perking ears. That fine fur would feel wonderful to run my grainy tongue across- oh he's talking to me.
"Hm?" Gordon asked, eyebrows raising as he stalled to reprocess the question in his mind. "You're my first. I've been so busy with my job, I think I wanted to try and prove to myself there's still a little good in all of us."
He dropped to the grass, coat bunched up in his lap, and looked down at his feet in front of him. "A little naive of me, maybe. Never knew who it was I could have got." An ear perked toward Wesker. "So, what do you think some of the other people at the asylum would have wanted to do?"
Kidnap me and run off at first opportunity? Knock me in the head with a brick and make a break for it? Certainly not go to the park and eat a hot dog.... It certainly made him appreciate that he'd gotten Wesker rather than some of the seedier Arkham residents. It was such a nice day to enjoy, anyway.
**Wesker:** First time, huh? Hah, Wesker to pop the Commissioner's Take-an-Inmate-on-a-day-date Cherry eh? It could have been so much worse. The mouse was probably the most less-likely to go running off. After all, the criminal element of his mind had been left at the nut house.
"Oh." A light smile and wrinkle of that button pink nose. "Well I feel honored then. I'm.. really glad I got you, I heard horror stories from Mr. Tetch about that one cop.. the pig.. Jervis didn't have a good time at all." A light perk of brow. "He escaped last week. I wish he'd just stay and get better."
The mouse slowly shifted his position. Laying down on the soft grass, belly down. He rolled his shoulders lightly and kicked his legs up a bit. Head was snuggled into his own arms, nose pressed against them. His naked pink tail curved up and away from his backside and rested against one shoulder as he thought. "Hmmm Harley would have wanted you to take her to the mall."
An interesting topic. It made Wesker pull his mind from pondering over the Commissioner to thinking about his 'pals' at Arkham. "I think Professor Crane would have liked to go to the library. Mr. Two-face.. I'm not really sure, perhaps to visit Mr. Bruce Wayne." The jackal scared him a bit, so fierce looking.
A light sigh escaped the rodent. This is nice, I could lay here forever. "I think most anyone else.. " He added with a slight sad note. "Would try to escape.. I'm afraid."
**Gordon:** Unfortunately, the pondering led the cat's thought's back to Arnold. Not necessarily what he was saying, but rather what he was doing while he was saying it. As his tail curled up, the commissioner went from watching his face to letting his eyes follow the tendril to it's source. There, below it rounded buttcheeks stretched the fabric of his tuxedo pants, and slightly parted legs drew his eyes even lower, to the slightest hint of a protrusion, very faint, as the knit draped over where his testicles would be.
Oh yes, it had been far too long. And for that matter, Arnold was still talking.
"-I think most anyone else would try to escape... I'm afraid..." was what he heard as his brain decided to reenter the conversation. He let his hands rest on his coat, finding himself aching a tad after that thorough examination.
"That's what I thought," Gordon said a little sadly, fluff on his upper lip bristling as he pursed his maw.
**Wesker:** It was probably a good thing the little rodent had no idea he was being a peep-show for the large feline. He'd probably have beamed red all over his body. Tuxedo pants were tight, but not overly. The wrinkles in his shirt shifted as he breathed. Tail twitched, legs shifted in the air a bit. Just so casually swinging his lower legs back and forth.
Again so totally innocent, but it made his ass wiggle a little. Each pump of a leg muscle made the faintest perk. Wesker let out another little sigh as Gordon only meekly commented back on his little speech. The little rodent turned his head to look over his shoulder at the big cat.
What's he looking at? Wesker noticed the felines eyes certainly weren't on his face, or looking out at the crowd. He tried to make an imaginary bee-line from the lightly glass covered pupils to ..
Is he staring at my butt? The mouse felt his heart quicken and he swallowed a bit. But he didn't panic, the notion, if it was ( though Wesker was pretty sure he was probably mistaken after all, who the hell would be interested in him? ) was actually a little flattering. A light dance of red beamed beneath those white cheeks and the small mouse finally gave a little cough and perked a brow up at the large feline.
"It's s-sad I know.. I really wish there was less crime, I keep trying to convince Mr. Scarface that there's other, better things he could be doing, but he doesn't listen to me.. I I .. know he's mad he didn't come along, but know I'm glad he didn't."
Wesker let his thin tail slid back down between his legs. Not completely innocent there, he was still watching the felines eyes.
**Gordon:** Oh that slight moving, even just a little bit counted. People underestimated subtlety anymore. That, or they lacked imagination. There were people out there who could only look at porn to find anything sexual attraction. But Gordon? He was mesmerized by the motion of the flesh underneath those pants. He didn't need elastic tights or exotic clothing to ponder what was beneath there.
"I'm sure you can apologize when you get back." Hey his tail's in the way. He shifted his gaze to look at Wesker's face-.
Oh my god, he knows what I'm doing. For a moment his eyes widened behind his glasses and his ears perked forward. His fur bushed up slightly and a blush stretched across his cheeks. Play it off, Gordon. Just keep talkin'... what was he talking about again? You really shouldn't check out criminals, you know.
It took him a couple of more moments to resume the conversation. "Well... why are you glad that he didn't come?" Besides him scaring away the ducks.
**Wesker:** Oh yes, the kitty had been staring right at his ass. The little mouse blinked a few times under his concealing frames and felt himself blushing even harder, and it didn't help that Gordon did a HORRIBLE job at trying to play himself off. Those perking ears, too cute for such a big feline. Yep, he was eyeballing you something fierce, Wesker-boy.
Wesker felt the attempt of his own groin trying to tighten, but the fact that he was laying on it just made him wince lightly and he finally rolled off his stomach and onto his back. Knees slightly bent. He looked up past the leaves of the tree toward the blue sky. Such a nice day. Yep. Without Mr. Scarface. He should be enjoying it with deep breaths and such, not having dirty thoughts about the cop who was watching over him.
"He.. he never lets me talk.. or do anything really." Wesker kept his eyes off the feline for now. Just staring staring up at the leaves. "If he came along.. I'm pretty sure he'd have said horrible things to you, or tried to get me to escape." Yes because Scarface was like all the other inmates, he'd never stop being evil. Oh how Wesker hated him and needed him all in one big horrible slump.
But for this moment, He didn't feel like he needed or wanted the dummy. Was this was it would be like to be free of him? Wesker drew in a breath and scowled ever so lightly. His groin had stopped tightening. This emotion, this loathing. So rare to share.
"I .. hate him."
**Gordon:** The sound of the utter hatred in the mouse's voice, he didn't know whether it should make him nervous, or sad. He was so desperate to take that part of him along, yet he hated it so once he was away from it. It was depressing, really.
The lapse into self-depreciation was enough to make Gordon's own throbbing member relax in his trousers. He let the coat slide to the side so he could crawl up and lay in the grass along side him, in the mouse's position previously with his belly to the grass. His shoulder holsters pulled his shirt tight against the fur of his chest, and he rested his chin against the heel of his hand. His tail swished over his back, undoubtedly teasing Wesker's peripheral vision as he stared upward.
"I hope I'm being better company." He tilted his head and perked his ears forward again. "You don't have to press buttons in my back or anything.
Here he was, in the middle of the park, lounging with a notorious villain. He wondered faintly, what would happen if he just... leaned over. If they'd have a nice, tender moment, with his muzzle pressing it's lips against the mouse's. He seemed like he needed the kiss. But at the same time, there could always be a camera man, or worse a cop to come along and break them up before they started making out on the grass...
He was really attractive with the sun shining off his glasses like that, though.
**Wesker:**"Oh yes.. much better company, thank you." Like that, the anger was gone. Utterly gone. Just a brief glimpse into Arnold Wesker's questionable mind, and then he was back to the meek little thing that never even raised it's voice.
Swish. Swish. That tail swiped into his vision a few times before the mouse turned his head toward Gordon, finding the feline stretched out next to him, and he gave him a faint, sad smile.
"I shouldn't say things like that, I'm sorry. I just wish Mr. Scarface wasn't so horrible to everyone. He does such horrible things. But I'm glad to get a moment away from him, even if it's just a silly little day trip with a cop in tow. I thank you for it."
The mouse let his vision slip down between them, eyeing the length of the feline sprawled out. Gordon was impressive. Lean and tall. He could have curled up on his back and gone to sleep and have been utterly safe from the world.
Bet his chest is nicer then his back. Strong arms to cradle. Wesker swallowed a little. When was the last time he'd been held, by anyone? Oh my god, I can't even remember. That's so sad.
His own tail curled up between his legs and wrapped around his own thigh as he brought his vision back to Gordon's face. Bushy whiskers, kind eyes. You could see the world of torment he'd been through, but still the hope he held for this deprived city in them. He's strong. Much stronger then you'll ever be.
A light chuckle finally left Arnold. "I'm afraid if I sat you on my lap I wouldn't be able to breath let alone make you talk properly. But you're still far better company then Mr. Scarface."
**Gordon:** Smiles with sadness behind them were always more depressing to Gordon than all-out frowns. All-out frowns told you exactly what this person was going through. A sad smile was meant to put everyone outside at ease, to make them more comfortable than the person suffering.
The brave face that the mouse was putting forth was certainly one of an entertainer that was concerned with his audience. It didn't matter how foul he felt, the comfort of those around him was coming first.
The cat scooted closer to his much smaller companion, just slightly, and lifted his paw up to cup the top of his soft white head between his ears.
"If you want, next time you get time off for good behavior, I'll take you out again."
He rubbed his forehead with his thumb, petting slightly as he looked down into that innocent looking face.
**Wesker:** And that's all he'd ever wanted to be. An Entertainer. Making people laugh, and clap and smile. This city though, it was full of rotten creatures. There was no room in this burg for a little mouse like Wesker. No even he had to adopt something vicious and appealing just to fit in.
But here. Just laying right here in the soft grass with the Commissioner, everything seemed okay. The rodent didn't even flinch when that big paw curled up between his ears and tickled against the soft fur. Those big round ears flickered against the petting thumb and the mouse just gazed up at the feline.
"I-I'd really like that."
Furred Faces not too far apart. He's very very handsome. So nice too. Wesker felt his lips subconsciously perk just a tiny bit. The scent of the other washing over him, the warmth of his breath. It would of been nice to just arch his spine a little to press up against those whiskers.
In fact he found himself doing just that. Drawing in a sharper breath as his little face drew closer to the felines. Tongue darted out to wet his lips lightly. He wasn't even thinking anymore, just letting instinct guide his mouth. He felt the soft fur just barely bristling against his upper lip...
Clunk!
Wesker squeaked in surprise and pain. Small form rolled away as a crushed aluminum can bounced off his head, barely missing that petting thumb.
"Get a room, faggots!" A pack of street dogs, teens, all decked out in studded leather with pieced ears and clipped tails barred their teeth at the white furs on the grass.
**Gordon:** He could feel the air tickle his whiskers as it oozed out of that tiny pink nose. Just a little further.
KLINK
Well, that was something he hadn't expected. Paparazzi, maybe. Other policemen. Probably. But a kiss in the making summoning street punks? Well, that was something that had completely eluded the big cat. Perhaps it had been the mental daze he was in, staring at the mouse's suggestive movement.
It was enough to thoroughly snap him out of his reverie, and on his feet in heart-beat. His tail bristled to almost twice it's size (it was wider than him with hair standing on end like that) and his back fussed up. "Go home to your mother!" he shouted, pointing down the walking path. "Get out of here!" He hissed in between his teeth, finger stuck out straight.
"Oh yeah grandpa! Just waddya think you're gonna do to us, huh?" One with a tall bristling mohawk said, eyeing him and scratching under his chin.
"Uh.... Joe... he's packin' heat."
"Shut up, Franks," he piped back at a strange looking Dachshund fur. "He's a cop, he can't shoot us." Fortunately for Gordon, the dog hadn't pinpointed what cop he was exactly.
**Wesker:** The Mohawked one was obviously the leader. He spat on the ground and crushed another tin can he'd fished out of a nearby trashcan in his fist and used a booted heel to kick it at the pair on the grass. "We're just having some fun, Gramps, walkin' along, and we have to see your disgusting display on the ground. You go the fuck home."
This particular tin can missed, but Wesker still squeaked as it hit the ground. He's scooted to a sitting position, rubbing at his offended head.
Why was this happening? Why couldn't he have a nice day out? He'd almost.. kiss.. my god.. almost kissed Gordon. He wasn't sure why he'd almost done that, but it had felt right at the moment. He'd felt safe and happy at the moment. Now he was scared. He inched till he was pressed against Gordon's leg, ducking under that puffed out tail.
"Mr. G-Gordon maybe we should g-go." Wesker didn't want a fight. He didn't want the feline to get hurt if all these mean looking canines attacked. This damn city and all it's rottenness.
Another can was crushed and kicked, this one at Gordon. The Dogs formed a line about six feet in front of the two on the grass.
"Nothin' pisses me off more then Queers, specially ones aloud to live as long as you have. Hey Grandpa, got any viagra? I know a street peddler that could get yah some. " No respect for the law, and they KNEW he was a cop. It just showed, this city. If you didn't wear a cape and cowl or have something strange going on, no one was going to respect you.
**Gordon:**"Just.... stay behind me." He was still bristled, with even the hair on his arms standing a little on end.
Sure they were dogs, and Gordon was a cat. But he held little fear of them, and he was not about to back down from a bunch of hooligans in broad daylight.
"I'm going to warn you one more time, kid. Go home, or go home cryin'."
"AHAHA! Listen to Grandpa! Thinks he's tough shit! Someone needs to put you in the retirement home." The leader of the pack moved forward, fists bunched.
"...Hey wait," the Dachshund said to himself. "Did that mouse call him-"
Before he could finish, his leader was already swinging a punch, and the cat caught his arm in clawed fingers. With a ferocious face, he flipped him over onto his face, and jerked his arm behind his back and up.
The other dogs started to move forward, but Gordon was already pulling his gun with his free hand. "Freeze!" He swiped his tail toward Wesker, shooing him closer while he held the dog down. "If you don't want to spend the night in jail, I recommend you listen to me. I'll let you and this guy go if you just leave us the hell alone and get out of here!"
As an exclamation point, he jerked hard on the dogs arm again. No, you didn't have to be in costume to be capable of defending yourself.
**Wesker:** Oh no oh no they're attacking! Wesker squeaked as it happened. He panicked as Gordon yelled for him to stay behind. Another squeak and he just darted under the cat's tail. Paws hooked into belt loops he scampered up the felines back.
Oh how the dog yelped. And yelped again as his arm was viciously twisted. Turned from snarling street punk to whimpering puppy. All show after all? The rest of the pack looked at each other, then back at Gordon, then to their leader.
Joe yelped again. "Okay Okay.. I'll go We'll go let me go.."
The dogs turned tail and headed off down the path. They were not going to tangle with the commissioner of the police. Cat or not. As soon as Gordon would let the leader go, he'd also tuck his tail and take off running down the path after his buddies.
As for Wesker? Well it seemed Gordon had gained a rather impressive shivering lump on his lower back. Furs that had stopped what they were doing when the attack had begun were all still staring.
A rather portly hippo waddling around the bend, not seeing the dogs, dropped his ice cream on the sidewalk. Probably wondering what condition that poor old cat had going on.
**Gordon:** With one last parting spat, Gordon wiped his maw and nodded affirmatively in their direction. Yeah, take that you whimpering little jerks. He flexed his claws and.... noticed the many people staring at him.
And Wesker? He turned in a circle, feeling the extra weight on his back, but wasn't able to feel him actually clinging. Had the mouse been wondering how soft that fur was, he undoubtedly knew now.
Gordon smiled at the hippo and gave a half dizzy wave after his attempt to look at his own back. He grabbed his coat and put it on over Wesker.
"They're gone now," he said into his collar, and started walking back toward the car.
You almost kissed him, James. If those dogs hadn't stopped you, you would have. For the life of him, he couldn't decide whether that was a good or bad thing.
**Wesker:**"T-thank you." The shivering lump under the coat said.
The fur WAS very soft, and warm and safe. For the moment, even as Gordon started toward his car, the rodent decided he'd rather just ride back here, clinging to the belt loops and sitting on the bone of the felines tail joint. He honest didn't weight much, he doubted his weight would bother the feline.
Honest if Gordon did complain, he'd get right down. So Wesker just clung there in the darkness under the coat. His own tail curled around the fluffy white perch he had. Naked pink thing squeezed lightly. Nose was pressed against a shoulder blade. The scent of feline fur and light sweat. It made his chest tightened in a good way. It had been so long since he'd been near anyone. He smells good, and he's soft. This is much better then the grass.
But all good things must come to an end, don't they? He heard Gordon's heels change from soft grass, to sidewalk then harder gravely pavement. He ducked out from under the shirt and slid between the fabric and the coat. Two paws, one with slightly rougher paw pads slid against the fabric of the felines shoulder and a little white head with sheening glasses poke out from Gordon's collar. Whiskers and a nose tickled a big fluffy ear.
"Are we g-going back to the Asylum now?"
A passing lioness with some cubs stopped to tilt her head and then let out an 'awww'. She smiled at Gordon and the kept shooing her cubs along.
**Gordon:** Gordon checked his watch and sighed. "You still have another twenty minutes before traffic sets in... Was there anything quick you wanted to do? Or should we call it a day after those goons?" His ear twitched at the feel of the whiskers.
His key paused in the door. He didn't want to squish him when he got in the car, and he smiled a little to himself.
"Sorry for what happened over there." His tail flicked up against the back of his coat, as he attempted to pat Wesker and make him feel better. What was he sorry for, really? That he'd openly eyed him, that he'd come so very near to kissing him, or that they'd gotten mauled by a pack of punks.
He lifted his paw and patted the little mouse between the ears.
**Wesker:**"It's okay we can go.. maybe we can just drive slow so we can talk.." Wesker felt sad there, even after his little scare making the padded walls of Arkham sound really good, the thought of his time ending with Gordon was a little depressing. He sighed so hard the hot breath hissed past those fluffy white ears.
And then the other was patting him. The mouse gave a small squeak of surprise and his mouth parted a bit. The surprised turned into a tiny murr as those big fingers stroked the soft short fur between his ears. Glasses clicked as his head tilted into it. That was really nice. Really nice. Ah wait! No no..
Heat from his cheeks radiated as he slide away, down Gordon's back and put his tiny feet on the ground. He ducked out from under the coat and then looked up at the big feline. A small smile graced his face, and this time, it was only sad because he knew he had to go.
"It's o-Okay. We can't control that kind of thing.." Ahah, now did he mean the eyeballin', almost kissin' or Punk Dogs too? Who knew.
The small mouse moved around to the passenger side of the car, waited for it to be unlocked and then slid inside. Lips were licked as he sat down and curled his tail into his own lap. "Thank you for taking me out, It was.. nice. You're very nice."
**Gordon:**"Don't tell the other inmates. I don't want to get a bad reputation." His whiskers poofed up again in that smile.
He opened up his driver side door and got in, tail taking up it's usual driving position and being buckled in across his lap.
If only they'd had a few more hours, he would have loved to spend all day with him. But alas, all they had remaining was a short parting conversation as he drove him back to Arkham.
Maybe he was a little lonelier than he recalled. He hadn't even thought about it, but it had been a while since he had a friend, a real regular friend. Not one that climbed in windows at night, or one from the department.
More than that, it had been so long since he kissed someone.
He paused again with his key in the ignition, ears twitching as he thought. Well, there was no time like the present. Who knew if he'd even get to see Wesker again on these terms, the way that the city tended to work was he'd bust out again and they'd be enemies again in no time.
So, with a quick turn, he shifted in his chair almost like he was going to pull out, stretching his arm against the back of the passenger seat. His ears did that agitated to and fro twitch, fluffing up the hair in them, before he began to lean toward the mouse sitting in that seat.
**Wesker:** Just a short while left. A short while to enjoy the felines company and car ride till he was back at Arkham with Scarface. No doubt the Rat Dummy was going to chew him a new asshole for daring to leave. Wesker wished they could stay in the park for a few more hours, even under the threat of dog punks. But he knew that all things had to come to an end. Good or bad.
I wish I'd met someone like him when I was younger, maybe I wouldn't be here now. We could still be in the park, eating hot dogs, holding hands.. kiss.. Under his glasses the mouse's eyes widened as he realized that Gordon was leaning in toward him. Those big soft ears twitched and he tilted his head up toward the whiskers that were closing in on him. What's he doing, it's almost like he's going to.. oh my..
Unless there was a big smear of mustard on the little rodent's face, the feline had to be moving in for a kiss. It was a smooth move, and the small rodent couldn't help but part his maw and lean up toward the other. His heart was beginning to beat faster, his body heat was rising. Tail twitched, lips were licked. His eyes closed under his glasses. He was seriously going to kiss him this time. This time, fur and whiskers had scarcely a millimeter between them...
"ATTENTION ALL UNITS! WE HAVE A 10-89 IN PROGRESS AT ARKHAM ASYLUM, ALL AVAILABLE UNITS RESPOND IMMEDIATELY!"
Wesker pulled back with a squeak and stared at the radio that had barked to life.
**Gordon:**"DAMN!" Gordon pulled back and grabbed his steering wheel with both paws. He just looked straight out the window for a moment, wringing it until his claws dug in, before he thunked his forehead hard against it, blowing the horn.
It was probably a little disturbing to mouse, but he quickly came up and readjusted his glasses, which nearly came off his face. He took in a deep breath, relaxed, and gripped the wheel again in a much more calm manner.
"Okay, it sounds like it's a little dangerous at the asylum. Would you feel safer if I dropped you off at the station to stay with the guards in temp while I went with everyone to take care of this?" He seemed to pretend that everything was back to normal, and he hadn't tried to do what he just tried to do.
**Wesker:** The horn blow made ever piece of fur on that mouse's frame puff out. It was probably a good thing he wasn't long haired like the feline, or he would have been a white powder puff. Ears had flattened completely against his little head. The mouse stared for a moment at the feline and bit his lip. He was disappointed and a little scared at the same time. He'd really wanted that kiss, it seemed that cat had as well.
Then the situation began to slowly dawn on him. The Asylum. It was in trouble. 10-89? His brain strained to remember all the codes Rhino had taught him when they use to listen to the radio in the back of the Ventriloquist club late at night with Mr. Scarface. The little mouse's ears snapped forward. "T-That's a B-bomb threat, oh no.. Mr. Scarface.. he's in danger!"
Odd, how the mouse had hated the dummy ten minutes ago. It was a sure sign of his attachment. The rodent shook his head with a little whine and reached over with a tiny paw and placed in on the feline's still gripping the steering wheel.
"I want to go with you, please. I'm safer with you, and I need to get back to Mr. S-scarface. Please don't take me to the police station. I won't run away."
Dick Zilch: He looked at the little mouse's face. Really, for something he did hate so much, he needed it badly. He once again put his arm across the back of the seat, but this time to actually look over his shoulder and pull out of the parking lot.
Once he was on the road, he reached into the glove compartment and put his siren atop the car. A switch was flicked on the dashboard and his ears twitched back against his head as the deafening shrill cry entered the air and it lit up brightly.
He hit the gas and cars began to part before them, making their trip to Arkham much shorter than it would have been ordinarily. And once they got there, they were getting a good collection of cop cars around the facility. He patted Wesker's arm to get out.
"Okay, lets go."
A pheasant met him near his vehicle. "Sir! We're so glad you're here! We need your help in controlling the situation. Jervis Tetch, he's... he's-"
"Gone mad?" the cat asked, quirking a brow as he got out of the vehicle.
"Well, obviously." She motioned with a quilled tip toward the front doors.
Wesker/Hatter: For once, Wesker would find discontent for one of his fellow inmates. Who ever was doing this had literally yanked little time the mouse had with the feline out from under him. The entire car ride back to the Asylum was taken in silence ( Save for the screaming of the siren, fuck was that thing loud ). Wesker sat back and crossed his arms over his lithe chest and stared at his feet till they arrived at the scene.
Once out of the car, the mouse scurried along side Gordon as Montoya greeted him and gave the situation to the large feline. Wesker was confused to learn it was Jervis. He'd escaped, what would bring him back to Arkham on his own accord? The small mouse turned his head toward the building in time to see a brown shoe kick out the screen to Arkham's office.
A mid sized fox with broad shoulders and an enormous top hat stuck his head out for just a brief moment before yanking it back it. Not wanting to take a bullet between the eyes. He waved a paw clutching a controller out and then pulled it back in. There was the swish of a tail and then a megaphone was heard being "ahemah-hem-ah-HEMMM'ed" into.
"There's plenty of room, but you're not invited, and it's rude to crash a party without being invited. Unless you're delivering the tea. You see, it's almost six and that's tea-time, but there isn't any tea! How can there NOT being any tea? Every day, six O'clock and THERE IS NO TEA! I ask the Hare EVERYDAY. 'Where is the tea, cur?' And the dotty creature always replies. 'There is no tea, Hatter, you're not allowed it!"
There was a brief moment of pause as the Hatter turned away from the Megaphone to growl back at someone in the room. His tail swished by the window again. Another clear of throat.
"You must be civil now, There must be Tea. Or I'll be sending every last one of you to the Jabberwocky's lair. Fire and Brimstone. Tea and Sugar, and bread and butter. Make Haste Make Haste. You're wasting time and he so very much hates to be done such."
Once more that heavy hatted face took a peek out. Hatter was Mad. Utterly Mad. He saw everything through his beloved book. Green eyes narrowed in on the figures before he darted from view once more.
"Send in the Cheshire Cat and the Dormouse while you are at it, they shouldn't be missing the party. Ten minutes, and everything I need or all this muchness won't be worth drawing out. "
**Gordon:**"Okay, so someone needs to go to the store, get some tea and... wait a minute, was he just talking about-" the cat's head swung to look up at the asylum.
"I think... well.... you and him, sir." Montoya looked down at the mouse. "So you got Wesker for your person today? Good for you, sir, you could have done worse."
Gordon shrugged and flapped his arms against his sides, billowing his coat slightly. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter now, 'cause I have to do worse. I'm not even smiling for god's sakes, where'd he get the Cheshire cat idea?"
The pheasant shrugged, "I... I don't know sir, it is kind of odd. You don't smile anymore hardly."
That caused the commissioner's twitching tail to freeze in place and a bit of a blank expression creep onto his face. She's right, I don't smile anymore. He lifted his paw to rub his forehead, more to hide his face that to actually curb any sort of pain. "Just... go get me some tea. Wesker and I will bring it in, and we can keep him busy while someone is slipped in to disarm the bomb." Poor Wesker, he'd not been left with the option to not volunteer for this mission.
She nodded and ran off to give the orders, while Gordon took a megaphone from a nearby officer. "Tetch! This is the... Cheshire Cat-" he turned to glare as a certain swine snickered amongst the cops behind them, "-and we're getting everything we need for the party, and then we'll come up and join you!"
Wesker/Hatter: The tiny mouse sighed a bit as he looked up toward the window where the Hatter was. His brows flurried as he realized he'd been swept into this plan without even knowing. At least.. he'd be able to go into the Asylum and maybe try to find Mr. Scarface. With a bomb in there, though? He swallowed and looked back to Gordon. At least he'll be in there with me."
Eyes drifted to the snickering Bullock and Wesker sighed again. This time in relied. You could have done worse too. He nodded back to the feline. "O-okay. I d-don't want anyone to get hurt."
The Hatter ahemed into the Megaphone again. "Hark O'Cat, How are you today, O'Cat? As long as you promise to stay in one piece this time and bring the tea with you, I'll have you for my party. And you DORMY, there will be no sleeping today. We haven't had tea in so long.. .... HARE! SIT BACK DOWN! DON'T MAKE ME TIE YOUR EARS TO THE CHAIR! \*Ahem\* This is HIS fault you know.. Dotty creature."
Wesker flickered his tail nervously as they waited. It wasn't that he dislike Tetch, he just usually had to deal with the book-brained fox with Jerry standing over them. Over a game of Checkers or watching TV. With pills and booties. And if they were on the outside, a couple times in a heist, on days when the book wasn't eating up his mind. The mouse sighed softly.
A couple low ranked officers came puffing up with the Hatters demand. Tea bags, Sugar, Bread and Butter. Lots of it. They needed to stall for quite a bit. The bags were dropped at the commissioners feet.
**Gordon:**"Um.... I'm all right I guess," he answered into the megaphone, then nodded to the officers who'd brought up the supplies. "Hey! Hatter! Looks like we've got all our stuff!" From the sound of the deranged fox, the worker in there with him wasn't fairing well at all.
He handed the megaphone toward Wesker. "See the little red button there? Just press it and talk into it, okay? Just give him a little friendly hello, and I'll pick up the bags and we can start up there."
Police skittered around in the background, rushing to plan alternative measures, while Gordon placed the horn in the mouse's tiny paws. He bent down to pick up the bags, grunting as he lifted the masses of plastic. He grunted a little from the sheer amount of supplies that had been provided.
"Think we have enough?" the cat lifted a large bag to look at it, and commented more to himself than to the mouse. At that rate, they could have had Tetch distracted for a week (though at the end of it neither would have wanted to see tea, bread, or butter again).
Well, at least you get to spend more time with him. He glanced down at the ventriloquist, then reddened again. That's twice today you tried to kiss a known criminal, commissioner. That's a little more than going soft, don't you think?
Wesker/Hatter: The weight of the horn into his paws made the mouse shift forward a little. He looked down at the item, the over toward the feline, then back up to the window where the tip of the Hatter's tail could be seen. A long sigh left Wesker.
He licked his lips and lifted the Megaphone. "H-hello Hatter, It's... D-dormy. We're coming in with the tea now."
"Wondrous! Oh Galu-Gally! Just you and the Smiling beast now! Any other party crashers will be severalty dealt with. Why to the Queen to have their heads remove I solemnly swear! Now back off the lot of curs you are.. Back off I say. " And with that, the Hatter reached up and slammed the window shut.
The doors to the Asylum were busted open, and two Arkham orderlies. The Gecko Secretary and a Chicken, both with mind chips sticking out from behind their ears shifted to hold the doors open for the Commissioner and the Ventriloquist.
"I g-guess we'd better go in." Wesker shifted the megaphone over toward the Pheasant and then stepped behind the cop to follow him into the nut house. He would keep close to Gordon's back as they walked. Almost pressed right up into his hip. He resisted the urge to curl his paws into the oversized coats belt loops. He peered past the flapping edges into Arkham's doorways.
**Gordon:** The cat swallowed as they ascended toward the doors, turning to motion for the other officers to stay back, then his gaze shifted between the two that came out. Mind chips, where did he manage to get those? He certainly couldn't have made them in the asylum... could he?
He briefly pondered whether or not the lunatic would equip them with similar devices. But, perhaps, he would want some element of unpredictability, so that would be pointless.
"Well... at least we get something to wash down the hotdogs, eh?" He reached beside him to put a paw on Wesker's head. "Don't worry, we'll have you safe and Mr. Tetch satisfied in no time, okay?"
He didn't know whether that was true or not, but he wanted to comfort the little mouse. He gave their greeters curt nods as he passed them (though they fell on thoughtless eyes) and passed through the doors.
"Um.... Hatter? Hello?" He forced a grin on his face to rival the hyena's, baring shiny fangs. Though his eyes read an entirely different expression.
Wesker/Hatter: Now here was a rodent that was use to peering into Scarface's lifeless glass eyes, but the peepers of those two door critters made him nervous and gave him the creeps. He shifted even closer to Gordon as the feline landed that hand on his head.
Their footsteps echoed in the seemingly empty hallways. Where was everyone? Did Hatter lock up the rest of the inmates in their cells? Where was doctor Arkham? Wesker peered up at the smile on Gordon's face and his nose twitched. It wasn't very fitting. It made the tall cat look crazy. It's fitting I guess, for what we're going to have to do. Of course it never dawned on Wesker that he too, was crazy. Talking through a wooden dummy. But his sanity was quite different then Tetch's.
Speaking of which. On the top of the stairs leading up to the office, the fox appeared. A big grin on his orange and white maw. He peered out from under his huge top hat and spread his arms wide as he stepped down the stairs. One gloved paw still clutching the detonator.
"O'Cat, O'Mouse you're late, you're late, for a very important date, it's ten past six and we've hadn't had any tea, that's such a crime! I don't know how I'll forgive you." The fox snapped his fingers a few times and a couple more mind controlled orderlies came down the stairs. They took the bags from Gordon and headed off toward the kitchen.
Wesker pressed even harder into the felines side as Tetch made his way to them. The fox took a moment to tap dance his way into a circle before he weaseled his way right between the two. Throwing an arm around each of their shoulders. His nose poked right into Gordon's smiling whiskers and he grinned at the old cat. "What are your secrets today, Cheshire? Come to tell me news of the Queen?"
He was ushering them up the stairs now, toward Arkham's office. Nose shifted to Wesker's, down this time and pushed right into his glasses. "Dormy, my tired friend, any good naps?"
**Gordon:** Though one arm rested considerably higher than the other, for sure. It made Gordon a little nervous to have him come between him and the mouse, especially after his promise to watch out for him. He'd just have to watch out for him from this side.
"He was delayed because of me, Hatter. Blame it on that rabbit's watch." Oh, he knew his face was going to hurt for days after this, even a bit of gum was visible. He turned his head to let his mouth get a moment of rest, facing away from Tech, before looking back toward him with the grin.
What had the fox done with Dr. Arkham? Surely he wasn't equipped with one of those chips as well.
He glanced at the paw around the mouse's shoulder. The detonator. If only it had been on my side, then I could have made quick work of this incident.
"Yes, Dormy, any good naps?" he gave him a nod, encouraging him to play along.
Wesker/Hatter: Wesker was staring at the detonator. It was draped over his shoulder in the foxes paw and he was trying to not even breath hard on it. He didn't want to accidentally set it off and kill everyone. Oh god, no. His attention was stolen back to Gordon and he shook a little. "Oh.. OH.. oh yes.." He tried his best to get into character, forcing a big yawn and saying in a tiny cute little sleepy voice. "I'd like one now, actually."
"NO TIME for a NAP!" Tetch bit with a grin as they reached the top of the stairs and he swiped them both into Dr. Arkham's office. "That silly creature, that rabbit, I told him crumb butter wasn't for the works of that watch!"
Dr. Arkham's office had been turned into a party room. The desk had been turned on it's side and into a table. The curtain ripped off and spread down like a tablecloth. Dr. Arkham and Jerry, the 'hare', sat at the far end, both tied down in plastic chairs lifted from the wreak room. Jerry looked about as happy as a nun in hell.
There were three more chairs, one at the very head of the desk and two across from the other party goers. The Hatter pushed the Cat and the Mouse toward the vacant chairs and then stepped away from them. He climbed up on the desk and stood with his arms spread wide.
"Tea will be here shortly, my friends. O' Cat, O' mouse, please join Hare and The Dodo and the party shall begin." The fox swiped off his hat in a bow, but before he put it back on, he popped the detonator inside it.
Wesker licked his lips nervously and peered up at Gordon as he climbed into his plastic chair. I hope this goes well. Oh god... hey, where's Mr. Scarface? A few quick looks around and he finally spotted a wooden tail sticking out from one of the half open drawers on the side-cocked desk. Barely visible under the curtain.
**Gordon:** Oh my god, the detonator's in his hat. I just hope this works, please let it work. With that frightening grin still plastered to his face he pulled out his seat and rested his butt in it, leaning back against his irately twitching tail and stilling it.
He looked toward Jerry and Dr. Arkham, letting his face relax as he faced away from Jervis Tech. They seem all right... pissed, but all right. Not that I blame them. He grinned again and looked toward Tech.
"So, Hatter! What's today again, I seem to have forgotten!" His eyes shifted to the head of the desk, eyeing the hat only briefly as he pondered a thought of getting it away from him.
His eyes shifted to the tail visible under the curtain. Oh god, I know where this is going. He remembered Arnold's performance earlier at throwing his voice. This situation was definitely not improving.
Wesker/Hatter: The Stork and the Hare looked at each other for a moment before looking back at Gordon. One of Jerry's long ears flopped and he sighed hard before glaring at Tetch. Dr. Arkham was a bit more pressed to play along. Even if he looked nothing like a Dodo. The tall thin bird shifted in his seat and tried to look as stupid as possible.
The fox himself had stomped his way across the desk and now plopped himself into his 'throne' chair. "That's not a very interesting question, Cat. You should know as well as anyone that my watch is two days slow. It's more of a bother then anything else. Hare's fault again. Always hare's fault. I told him butter wouldn't suit it's works."
("I'll shove that buttered watch up your ass when I get loose." Jerry remarked under his breath, only to have Dr, Arkham peck him lightly. ) Mr. Scarface is right there, I wonder if he knows what kind of danger we're all in. Maybe if Jervis is distracted enough I can get to him. The mouse nibbled his lip and finally pulled his gaze from the Dummy. Mr. Scarface wasn't talking yet. Perhaps because Wesker had yet to say a word. To keep In Character, the mouse pretended to nod off, letting his chin go to his chest and gave a few little snores.
His tail was very much alive though, and in his nervousness, Wesker slide the item around the feline's leg in close proximity. Something to hold onto when his 'safety blanket' was beyond reach.
Tetch clicked his tongue against his teeth. "The Dormouse is asleep again!" The fox started to lean over, those gloved digits threatening a pinch as the story always would.
But Wesker wasn't asleep and he certainly didn't want to be pinched. He squeaked and jerked away from those fingers. "No! I'm awake!"
"What the fuck Dummy, gout time you got 'ere. Tetch's geing queer again. Fucking tea party. "
Ah yes, this was going to get so much more odd.
Gordon/Scarface: Overhearing Jerry, Gordon cringed into his grin and buried his face into his paws briefly to hide the expression. He pulled back up, moving to clean his face with the back of his paw as if that had been his intent all along.
"You tell him and you tell him, don't you-" ah god. It's the puppet. C'mon Scarface, don't put him in a foul mood.
He lowered his fingers to the wood and started to scratch claw marks into the surface of the desk in his nervousness. Fortunately, though, the kitchen staff, carrying trays of laid out bread and butter, a steaming pot of tea, and those chips behind their ears came up with their meal and laid it out along the "table" before Gordon could make too much of mess of the edge of it.
He moved his leg closer to the mouse's until his toe of his shoe was nudging the other's. If anything, he'd remind him he was still there.
"Dummy! I can't see nothin' over 'ere! Get gack 'ere 'n' pick me up!"
Wesker/Hatter: The arrival of the tea and butter kept Hatter from being too interested in the sudden extra voice in the room, at least the first time it spoke. He grinned veraciously and issued for the cups on the spot. While they had no tea-cups, coffee mugs from the break room where brought forth and soon everyone had a steaming cup of hot piping tea before them.
Wesker swallowed a little, staring at it. He could feel the hotdog he'd eaten earlier just sitting in his stomach and in his nervousness it was threatening to make an appearance. His nose twitched when he felt the nudge of the foot and he looked up at Gordon from behind those thick sheening frames. He's here, and Scarface's is here, you'll be okay.
"Eat up! Drink Up! For it's a party, my Unbirthday, and we've much to celebrate about." Hatter's ears snapped forward under the brim of his hat as Scarface's voice shot around the room again. "Cry of the Mock turtle? Who is hiding amidst us? Is that you Time? Or perhaps wise old Gyphon?"
"I don't like TEA." Jerry scoffed and nudged his cup away.
Wesker took this moment while Hatter snapped back to the Hare and glared at him. "I'm Sorry Mr. Scarface." He whispered in a slight panic. "You d-don't want to come out right now. Please."
"Drink the tea!" "I don't want any tea!" "It's RUDE to not have the tea!" "Tetch I swear, you're going in the jacket for a straight month!" "Drink the tea!" " No!"
"DRINK THE FUCKING TEA!" A gloved palm slammed down on the table before Jerry and Tetch scowled most viciously at the head orderly. "DRINK the tea, hare, or I'll cut your head from your neck myself you cur!"
Gordon/Scarface: Oh god oh god! He's going to kill him. And if I jump up and do something he'll grab that detonator from his hat and blow all of us up in smithereens. Who knows how many explosives he used. He could possibly even take out the cops outside! What are you gonna do, James?
"HATTER!" Gordon snapped. Think James think. "What would the queen think of this behavior?! Wouldn't there be other ways you'd rather celebrate your unbirthday?" Woops, forgot to grin, keep grinning. The smile slapped back on his face and the tip of his tail draped over his head, easily hiding his eyes. It wasn't like he had any other way to disappear.
"Ah, come on Gordon! You shoulda let him! Woulda made this fuckin' fagfest interestin'."
The cat's head turned sharply to look at the mouse, then at the portion of the rat under the curtains. "Arnold," he whispered through his fangs, "try really hard to keep him quiet until we can get him back to you, all right? We don't wanna upset him." He leaned in close to the mouse's ear to whisper this, breath bouncing off the tiny little hairs in the adorably round things and pink nose grazing the tender cartilage coolly from that short of a distance.
He pulled his tail from over his eyes and picked up his tea to sip. Sure, it wasn't coffee, but it was caffeine and good enough to keep Jervis's patience from snapping.
Wesker/Hatter: Jerry winced.
Apparently the 'dodo' wasn't a stupid as he looked. A sharp kick had set the orderly in his place. They were bound to their chairs by their waists and elbows, but hands were still free. The hare grumbled and finally picked up his tea and sipped it with a face.
Wesker caught his breath as Gordon's nose tickled in his ears and those soft words whispered into those large round things. He tugged his lip between his teeth and let out a small nervous squeak. " I -I can't .. I'll try.. I don't know.. h-ho.."
He's just trying to keep me safe. And keep the whole building from being blow up. The mouse's tail tightened on the felines thigh again. He was nervous and this game was becoming hard to control. He didn't know how they could possible keep Tetch busy long enough for someone to disarm the bomb.
At least if you blew up, with him nuzzling your ear, it wouldn't be so bad an ending.
Hot breath was suddenly washing over both their faces. When Gordon pulled his tail down away from his whispering mouth. They'd find the fox squatted down on the table before them. His big bushy fox tail tick-tocking behind him as he stared at them both. "I say O'cat, you might be right about the Queen, she wouldn't take kindly to me taking her job. Anyhow I do wish to celebrate this occasion with just!" His ear flickered to Scarface's voice and he kept on grinning, green eyes taking on a slightly devious light.
Tetch was insane, but sharp eyes like the Hatter's did not miss the closeness of the white furs before him. "I Say, Dormy. Has this what has kept you from Tea-time? That's utter rude of you."
Wesker swallowed as his gaze focused fully on the fox. Jervis grin just kept getting bigger and bigger. He then suddenly snag a pointing finger into Gordon's nose and declared. "For MY UnBirthday, O'cat, you shall EAT the mouse for my entertainment. And make it a good show worthy of the tea I've served you! "
Gordon/Scarface: With his maw just a millimeter from taking a sip, his lips falter and he poured tea on his shirt and lap, barely missing Wesker's poor innocent tail.
"...Eat him, what's he mean, eat him?"
The cat had to fumble the cup onto the table, getting some on his paws that he had to wipe on his coat. He has a point. "Um, I certainly hope you don't mean with the bread and butter, Mr. T- Hatter. I unfortunately came with my stomach filled."
"...Oh he does not mean what I think he means. I ain't sittin' through this."
Another wary eye was glanced at the rat's tail, then another down at Wesker's pink clutching one. No, he surely doesn't mean really eat, but could he.... I mean... really... He couldn't possibly want us to do THAT for him, could he?
While every feline hair had been aching to pounce the mouse earlier, the thought of it now turned him a deep shade of crimson. He'd never anticipated being put on public display with him. Though... if it were for the safety of the citizens of Arkham... Oh yeah, you need to smile.
The smile returned, with furrowed eyebrows with a quizzical look as he turned his face toward Dr. Arkham and Jerry, looking for affirmation that's what Tech really wanted.
Wesker/Hatter: The looks from both Asylum employees would mirror the felines own confusion. Honestly they had nothing to add. The Stork rather flurried his brows and gave the commissioner his best apologetic shrug. Jerry just rolled his head away from the scene and kept trying to work at his elbow bonds.
Eat me? Wesker's mouth had parted as he stared up at Tetch crouching on the table. Eat me? For a good half minute the bread and butter was the biggest fear on the mouse's mind. Seriously, Tetch WAS crazy enough to consider a Dormouse sandwich. It wasn't until he looked back up at Gordon with a panic and caught the crimson blush on the big feline's face that he realized that it wasn't food Hatter was talking about. Oh god, he wants us too.. in front of him.. " J-Jervis!"
Wesker broke character as he stared at the fox. Tetch slowly pulled a couple of mind-control cards from his suit and flickered them into place behind the ears of the two adjacent from them, before turning back to the beaming white pair and settled back down on his hutches, his smile much more lecherous. "We could sing, we could dance, we could tra-la-la around the tea table to a quarter past seven, but I think perhaps seeing that great big grinning maw of yours tuned to much finer things then smiling would make my day. Cheshire. I bet he's tasty, you can put butter on him if you like. It's the best butter."
He was still not making himself quite clear, the horrid cur he was. Tail swish-swashed and he leaned in closer, orange and white maw poking between the two. "If you're too full, O'cat, then perhaps I will eat him, and you can be entertained. Either way we're sure to have a lot of fun."
Hatter snapped his teeth once. Wesker squeaked and pressed as hard as he could into the back of his chair. His tail was squeezing the feline's leg. "Make haste, Make haste. You're wasting time, and he doesn't like that."
Gordon/Scarface: His grin had slowly faded again. Slowly he plucked Wesker's tail loose from around his leg, closing his eyes behind his glasses. He took in a deep breath, puffing up his puffy white chest beneath his shirt, then releasing it. "I'll eat him." At least I know what I'm capable of in my state, I don't know what he is in that one. I won't hurt him.
He lifted himself from his seat, tail swishing free again, and reached down to pick up Wesker by the waist. He lifted the small mouse easily to the table, padded palms sinking against the tad of tubbiness he felt under his clothes.
His fingers shook a little bit as he reached to touch the buttons of his shirt. "...I'm sorry," he mumbled, leaning into Wesker's other ear. "I'll be slow." He didn't expand on that, he just hoped the smaller creature would realize he was stalling for time.
His claw caught the knot of the small bow tie, then tugged it loose. The fingers fell then to undo the small buttons, though they undid woefully simply, revealing bit by bit more of the little mouse's chest to the no longer smiling Cheshire cat. But whatever he was lacking in teeth, he was now making up for in blush oozing through his soft fur.
"....Dummy? .... Dummy? ... What going on out there? It's too quiet."
Wesker/Hatter: You're going to have to remember to give Tetch a good long glare on one of his more saner days for this, this is utterly humiliating. Wesker couldn't believe Hatter was fishing for this kind of entertainment. He'd always pinpointed the Fox to at least be some sort of Gentleman, but then again That book was always full of questionable material. But this...
He squeaked lightly as Gordon lifted him off his seat and sat him on the table. Tail curled behind him and flickered nervously on the desk. Lip was pulled in between his teeth as the feline leaned in and whispered too him. The hot breath that washed over his ear caused it to twitch against that nose and whiskers. "O-okay." The mouse stammered as he felt that claw undoing his bow tie and then working on his buttons. Slow? Will Tetch allow that? He might start insisting for a show on the desk. God, I can't do this. Or can I? He'd been pretty attracted to the feline before hand.
And it wasn't like he'd never been on display before. Hah. Prison. But this was different. They were suppose to be just playing along till the bombs.. oh he's stalling! Agh, Mr. Scarface isn't going to make this easy. "You.. d-don't want to know, Sir!"
As the cooler air washed over his chest and tummy fur the white fluff stood up a bit. It was utterly soft and he had the cutest little pooch to his stomach. Chest was rising a bit faster as he witnessed the growing flush on the felines face.
"I see what I eat, I eat what I see." Hatter remarked as he sat now with, sipping a cup of tea, wide green eyes watching the pair from under the brim of his oversized hat. His tail tocking from side to side in a hypnotic manner. "Not the same thing, but here I'll let the matter rest. Eat up O'cat."
Dick Zilch: Damn buttons, they came undone too easily. He'll expect me to get started on the pants now... uuuuunleeess. His white paw moved to grab a stick of the butter, and held it in his hand. He pressed it against the mouse's timidly heaving chest, smearing it up and down to stomach, where his fingers pressed against the cushy flesh.
He used that hand to press the mouse into laying back on the table. The cat lowered his cold pink nose to sniff the frail collarbone. At least Jervis was right about that, it was good smelling butter.
His rough tongue darted out against the fur. As it combed through the short fluff, grazing the skin beneath, it gathered up yellow all along it's length. He lapped it up and swallowed, leaving his lips shiny beneath his bushy whiskers.
He lowered his face again, this time focusing on his chest. Lick Lick Lick. In time with his maw his tail went. Flick Flick Flick.
It did taste good, and the flavor of the mouse beneath, slightly salty, worked it's way into his mouth as well. His nose twitched and he moaned as he took a long lick up from his navel to his collar. Sure he wasn't grinning now, but what he was doing was obviously worth it.
Wesker/Hatter: There was only a momentary resistance against being pushed down on the table. Only because Gordon did it so gently, coaxing. The desk was initially smooth, but the curtain table cloth made it bumpy under the little mouse's back.
And then came the butter. Honestly, Wesker hadn't really expected Gordon to butter him up. What's he doing with that? Oh my god, he's not going to smear that... Squeak! The mouse jerked a bit when that thick yellow stuff was smeared all over his chest and tummy. He rather looked appalled for a moment at his white fur getting messed up like that, head tilted down at Gordon, mouth open. Those glasses hid the wide eyed horror look he was giving the feline at the moment. But then oh.
That tongue flickered out and the feline was licking him. I can't believe he's doing this! But that tongue. He could feel it warm and scratchy dragging across his collar bone and chest. It felt so different then other tongues. It had him letting out a little squeak each time it slowly lapped across the exposure of his fur. It was interesting, unique.. it tickled!
So Wesker squirmed, and squeaked, a few that transformed themselves into a bit of a moan. Because the more the feline licked, the more he got use to it, and even though it was a horribly humiliating thing, it did feel nice.
Gordon wasn't the only one using his tongue. Jervis licked .. his chops, and took another sip. "The BEST butter." He grinned and leaned in a little. "Don't waste it, get it all!"
Dick Zilch: A rumbly purr began deep in the cops throat. He'd almost thought he'd forgotten how to do that, but the squirms of the little mouse, the sounds he was making, the taste of him. It was all rather nice.
Too bad it's in this situation, you could do a lot more than lick butter off of him.
His purring stopped so he could blush a little. Though, his tongue was finding more fur than butter now as it worked it's way down below his belly button. He even lapped into to get the last little dabs, hands resting on his hips.
Eyes flicked back to the Hatter, checking to see what he was doing. At least the fox was thoroughly absorbed in what they were doing. He might forget himself, but he wasn't close enough yet.
His fingers found their way to the top button of Wesker's tux pants, then his claw hooked the zipper and slid it down. He tugged the underwear lower, flicking his tongue under the elastic to get some melted butter that had dribbled down.
Come on, Tetch, just a little closer.
Wesker/Hatter: By the time that tongue made it to his navel, the mouse himself was having trouble remembering he was on a table with a fox leering at the two of them. The licking was doing more then getting his fur cleaned of the sticky yellow goo.. it was making the small mouse arch his back a bit, his pants were getting a bit tight in the groin. Oh god, you're getting an erection, that's not suppose to be part of the act.
He couldn't help it. That tongue felt really nice. He hadn't been touched in such a nice way in so long it was almost an overload. Wesker himself was starting to wish this was someone quiet, with no one else around. It could be beautiful. An especially high squeak left him when the tongue dipped into his belly button. That made him shiver a bit. Paws gripped into the curtains below him, trying to keep them from instinctively trying to push on the cat's head, to make him go lower.
And then he WAS going lower.
Tetch's ears snapped forward to the sound of the mouse's zipper being pulled down. The mouse wasn't the only one doing a little tenting in the room. The fox sat his tea cup down to reach down and adjust himself before he slid onto his knees. Hatter wanted a closer peek at the eating going on, specially now that it had move on from butter to the main course. He leaned in with a grinning maw and twinkling perverse green eyes.
Wesker's hips jerked a little as he felt that tongue lapping against the elastic of his underwear. Arousal was starting to leak from his every pore now. It was starting to cloud his mind. He actually WANTED the feline to eat him. The purr wasn't helping. It vibrated to the bottom of his spine and made his tail tremble.
**Gordon:** Little tiny laps of tongue, dainty and small there, teasing the area just where he'd budged down the underwear and making quite a show of it. Soft breath tickled inside the shorts as he did and the harder whiskers of his maw poked inside, making contact with his head.
His tongue came close to his cock, as well. Mere millimeters from it, close enough for the slight current of air and heat it gave off to be felt. Close enough so that he could almost taste it.
Close enough for Tech to be within grabbing distance.
"AHA!" Gordon cried out, snatching the hat from the Hatter's head and snagging him into a chokehold. He dropped it lightly to the floor so that he could get his cuffs and attach him to a desk handle.
Wesker/Hatter: Oh god. Oh god. Wesker was actually hissing air out his nose in anticipation when he felt that heat from the felines breath and his tongue so dangerously close to that throbbing length he had in his pants. He could almost feel the dampness, what would that scratchy tongue feel like there? Oh god-
and then it was gone.
"CUR! CUR! CUR!" Hatter bellowed as he was grabbed up. The fox fought puffed and growled as he was yanked off the table into the choke hold. "I won't have THIS! Unhand me at once you smiling jackernape! This is nonsense! Utter nonsense!" And he'd keep up like this till Gordon would have him handcuff to the table. The choke hold kept the fox from biting the feline, but his tail and legs would do a number, kicking and slamming back against the feline.
Wesker slowly sat up in a daze on the table, panting lightly. For a moment he stared down at his own damp exposed chest and his nearly exposed tenting crotch. What just happened? What? Why did.. oh the plan.. that was part of the plan. That's why. Ngh! He flushed rather brightly and scooted up so he could stand on the table. He took a moment to zip up his trousers, pressing at his cock to try to get it not so noticeable. He then clambered for his buttons, missing two of them as he closed his shirt.
He stepped over the mess on the table, glancing back to the fighting pair. It seemed like Gordon had that under control. Little paws reached out and snag the two devices behind Jerry and Dr. Arkham's ears and let them drop to the table.
"Uhh, what just happened?" The stork shook his head.
Jerry busted out laughing almost immediately and grinned. "Ahahaha, Tetch! Why to go Gordon! Show em who's boss. You're so going into Solitary after this, Fox!"
**Gordon:** Gordon stepped back from Tech once he was restrained, licking the last bits of salt and butter from his lips as he picked up the hat and walked to the window. He opened the doors and flagged the other officers with the detonator in waving hands.
"GOT IT!" he yelled, swishing his tail victoriously.
He turned back to Tech as officers flooded the room, handing off the detonator and watching as they freed the stork and the hare...
Oddly enough, though, they seemed to forget completely the small mouse as they dealt with the other situation.
"Hey Dummy, let's make a greak for it!"
Gordon, not hearing the voice, smiled the Cheshire grin down at the fox. "And you, good sir, enjoy your unbirthday. May it be eventful and rewarding. I bid you good evening and now take my leave!" He said, getting an odd look from the other policemen, and with a swishing tail exited Arkham's office.
**Wesker:** It was going to be a very UNmerry Unbirthday for Tetch. The foxes screaming of "Cur! Cur! Cur!" Could be heard all the way through the asylum as they orderlies came in behind the cops with jacket and sedative in tow.
The small mouse had slipped from the top of the desk to the side, out of the way of the buzzing of authority. He took deep breaths and wiped at his face and neck. Slowly the throb in his pants settled and he looked up in time to see Gordon's struttin' form head out the door.
But he also heard Mr. Scarface suggestion from the desk door. The small mouse turned and stared at the tail that was sticking out and nibbled on his lip. It would probably be the perfect time. He could easily escape in this mess Tetch had made. But.. if he behaved for a few more months... he could see Gordon again.
"No Sir." Wesker shook his head. "I want to get b-better." He turned tail and scampered out after the feline. Ducking between two cops that were laughing over Tetch's screaming about the Queen.
It took a second, but those little feet of his caught up with the proudly walking feline. His tiny paws caught the ends of Gordon's trench coat and tugged lightly.
"Mr. G-gordon are you leaving?" He could feel the flesh under his fur beaming red even before he got the felines attention. After what had just happened? What am I doing? Do I even want to look at him now? It was for the good of everyone, but..
**Gordon:** The big cat stopped in his tracks and flushed. Arnold... oh yeah...
He turned toward the tug. Before he could turn much more red, though, he saw the state of Arnold's face. He must have felt the same way you did.
The truth was, he had noticed that erection in Wesker's pants, and he had been tempted to continue down, to not veer away and stop Tech. Sure, he wouldn't regret it and what he did was his job, but it would have been nice to put that butter to more uses.
"Well, I should go and file a report... Come to think of it you probably should to!" Well, that came out far too eagerly, lets try that again. "-Unless you feel like you've had enough arousement for one day." ....Wrong word. "Er- Excitement... for one day.... Lots of stuff happened, you know." ...Yeah, he knows, he was there! Face it, there's no backtracking.
"Station? I'll drive." He grinned sheepishly and motioned down the hall. He was smiling more than he had in months, for one reason or a completely different other. His face would be SO sore in the morning.
**Wesker:** You're still clinging to his trench coat.. let it go. Wesker swallowed and let the brown item fall from his mismatched paw pads as Gordon turned and faced him. Glasses sheened as he looked up at him. The feline was flushing as much as he was. The grin, the stumbling misplaced words...
Now because he feels the same way? Or because he's embarrassed he had to do that? But what about the park. He's leaving again. Why does that make you sad.. What? He wants you to come with him. Statement.
"Y-yes!" Wesker squeaked out, and then coughed. He reached up and fumbling tied his own bow tie, which came out utterly crocked in his nervous hands. Usually those fingers were so flawless. "I mean, it's a g-good idea. It will keep Tetch in here for the right amount of time, so he can get better." Not because I want to spend more time with you. Not because your tongue felt incredible. Those aren't the reasons.
A bit more flushing and the small mouse nodded and slowly moved past the feline toward the hallway he was motioning toward. Wesker was a little confused with himself. He hated the police station. He'd directly defied Mr. Scarface. He wasn't even buttoned up properly, and yet he was ready to hop into the Commissioners car and take a trip downtown. Willing this time, you've never done it willingly.
Most of the time, nothing you ever do, is ever willingly.
"Will there b-be a lot of paperwork to fill out?" Tail swished nervously against his backside as he walked.
**Gordon:** He's coming! I get to spend more time with him... Even if it's in a dull, drab interrogation room. The commissioner's smile wasn't beaming, but it was there, more of a contented look.
His eyes wondered down from the rounded ears before him. He's seems anxious to, too. He must have felt the same way. Movement caught his attention.
The tail. It swung to and fro. On either side of it, those rounded buttcheeks. They moved slightly up and down with each step, the fabric bending and creasing underneath each one in turns. His keen eyes could almost pick up a bit of a jiggle, barely there-
KONK!
He stumbled back and grabbed his head. Short mice could walk under hanging racks that tall cats couldn't. He winced, pursed up his lips, and followed him out toward the car, his happy expression gone with the throb in his skull.
**Wesker:** Doing it again was he? At least this time, the mouse wasn't going to catch him in the act. He'd just perked his ears right up at the sound of the felines forehead making such a noise.
He looked over his shoulder as they exited the Asylum, glasses reflecting the setting sun, and cocked a brow at the feline. "Are..you alright?" He asked with a little lick to his lips. Usually cats were so very graceful. Gordon had proved rather cumbersome the whole day.
Ah but that made him endearing didn't it? Poor feline. Wesker wanted to have him bend down so he could check his head for him. Best not to be too overly friendly though. Getting too close to the cat could spell trouble. He just wanted to spend a little more time with him. That was all.
Yah. He smiled lightly at Gordon as they got to the car. He moved around to the passenger side and once more climbed into the seat. Wesker settled comfortable.
It was only then he noticed the disheveled state his shirt and bow-tie was in. Ugh. What a mess. He didn't want to show up at the station looking like he'd been a snack after all. Even though you rather had been, hadn't you? Wesker flushed again as he used his mismatched paws to untie his mussed up bow tie and then his buttons as he waited for Gordon to get in the car.
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**Gordon:** The department was still abuzz from the bomb scare, so it was no wonder that the press was already swarming the steps of city hall as Gordon came to a stop. Microphones were promptly shoved at the big white cat as he emerged from his vehicle, then meeting slight gasps as they saw who was accompanying him.
The questions came so hard, so fast, that there was barely time to register what many of the reporters were asking. Though a few, with hard microphone jabs and loud voices, rang above the others.
"Sir! Was the Ventriloquist in on the bombing!?"
"No, Wesker is actually one of the heroes of the day!" Gordon said, darting around to the timid Mouse's side once he'd gotten out to shield him from the flashing lights with his coat.
"You mean he helped you? Don't tell us we've got another crime-fighting vigilante!" a female fox said in an amused tone.
"No! Just another citizen doing their duty," Gordon replied, shifting nervously.
"But sir! How exactly did he help and how did you recover the bomb!"
That brought a blush to the cat's cheeks. "We're not at liberty to discuss that. We've got to get in there and file a report!"
**Wesker:** Wesker had never been too fond of reporters. Not that he hated them, it was just they were like ants. They came from all sides and attacked. The swarmed and stung with their questions and flashing camera's. Oh, he was in no state to have his picture taken, either! Shirt had butter stains, he was missing his coat.
The small mouse pressed hard into the coat that was used to shield him from the flash photography. Small squeaks left him each time a microphone was attempted to prod at him. It kind of made him wish Mr. Scarface was here, Mr. Scarface always screamed back out for them to get 'out of his fuckin' face' Wesker wasn't so bold. But Mr. Gordon's here, he's keeping you safe just a bit more to go and you'll be in the building.
Wesker flushed deeply when he heard the felines words. Hero? I'm not a hero. He wasn't even really a civilian. He was a criminal. Yet, he had done his part to help keep Arkham from becoming rubble.
A small smile twitched the mouse's maw as they made it to the doors of the station. Cops moved around them to shoo at the reporters trying to keep the story-hungry creatures at bay long enough for the Commissioner and the Ventriloquist to get inside.
This was an unusual spot light for him. Being the good guy. But it's been a day of usually circumstances hasn't it? First the park, then that..scene in the office with Tetch. The press is a mild thing compared to that. His glasses sheened as he looked up at Gordon's blushing face. All to spend a little more time with him. You'd fill out paperwork just to talk with him a little longer.
Unusual, but it was bound to be mundane from this point. They were just trying to stretch the visit out.. just a little more. Just .. a little more.
**Gordon:** With a rush up the steps, trying not to trip over the mouse and making full use of his tail, Gordon sped Wesker into the department. The secretary even buzzed him through just in time to hit the door. He was panting a little bit as they got inside.
"Well, this has been an eventful day," he observed, more to himself than anyone else, though it echoed the mouse's' thoughts.
He picked up a tape recorder, turning to come face to face with a large crocodile in rookie uniform.
"I'll take that sir so you can get back to your office!" he said helpfully, beaming a crocodile smile.
"No!" He cringed at his own tone. "I mean, I want to oversee this being that I was so involved in it, you have to understand." He smiled under his own cringe, making it not the most genuine looking thing in the world. "Er... tell him, Wesker. How about we ask Wesker who he'd rather talk to."
He looked down at the mouse. Say me, please say me, I want you so bad- ...I... want to spend more time with you so bad... "Would you prefer to talk to me or him, Arnold?"
**Wesker:** To the mouse's relief, the inside of the building was free of press. He'd never been so happy to be INSIDE a fucking police station in his life. A few long breaths were let out, making his still slightly sticky chest heave under his shirt. Yah, a nice long shower was what he was going to need when he got back to the asylum.
Or another tongue bath. But that's wishful thinking isn't it? It was a good thing the crocodile decided to show up right then, Wesker felt a little twinge in his groin just remember the way that scratchy tongue lapped across his chest.
Head cocked upward toward the reptile and Wesker's mouth fell open a little bit. He found himself staring at all those sharp, pointy teeth. Had he not been white in the first place, there would have been considerable paling under that fur right now. He backed up till he hit Gordon's leg and let out a small squeak.
"Y-You!" Wesker stammered and then did his best to compose himself. And not just because the Mr. I-ate-captain-hook scared the living piss out of him. He did want to spend more time with Gordon. Hell, he was going to stay firmly pressed to the felines leg till the jaws backed off. "I mean.. Mr. G-gordon can help me recall things.. and I'll give a good statement, please, thank you."
He hoped the croc would take that and go on his way. You didn't come all the way down here to have this turn into an interrogation, it's only worth it if you talk to Gordon.
Gordon/Bullock: The crocodile scratched his head. "Oh, well, uh... number three's still open." He pointed toward the interrogation rooms.
Gordon nodded, and then looked down at the mouse. "Come on, it's safe with me, I won't let anything happen to you." His tail twitched under the mouse's chin, puffing up around his muzzle.
Meanwhile, a large swine wondered his way into the observation room of three, carrying a bag of doughnuts and coffee, and un-ceremoniously shutting the door to hide from work. "Fuckin' lunatics everywhere. The bastards belong in the slammer, not that cushy vacation home, that's all that shit is really."
He shook his head and gave a snort. "Bastards, if they took care of 'em, they wouldn't come back and bust up that way-."
He blinked and looked toward the two-way mirror as a mouse and cat entered the main room, pastry millimeters from being shoved into his voracious maw.
"...What the fuck?"
**Wesker:** That tail under his chin tickled briefly and Wesker relaxed. He took another deep breath to calm and then nodded as the Croc moved off. He honestly didn't mean to be so offended by the creature, there was just something prey animals fear about rows and rows of carnivorous teeth grinning down at them.
It's not like predators really eat prey anymore. Oh yah, not in the bad way. Ngh! Wesker felt his eyes roll up into the back of his head as Gordon ushered him into the interrogation room. You've got to stop thinking about it. The last think you need is to be trying to relate the account with a hard on. If this kept up he'd have to sit with his legs crossed the entire time. Dainty as he was, that was still not very comfortable.
He moved from Gordon once they got into the room. A quick look around was taking. Usually this place gave him the creeps and he was pretty sure he'd been IN this one before. Table, chairs, mirror. He knew that usually there would be other creatures behind that glass.
But not tonight.
He had to remember, this wasn't an interrogation. It was just a statement. He was not here for criminal activity. He was here because he had been good. He stared at his reflection in the glass for a moment. You're a mess. Your fur is ruffled, there's butter on your shirt, it's amazing he wanted to still be seen with you. Wesker leaned in a moment and licked his paw pads on his right had. He groomed the fur on the top of his head, having no idea there was a pig staring at the both of them, and then took a seat in the closest plastic chair. "O-okay. "
Gordon/Bullock: He settled in a chair, this time making a very pointed effort to watch the mouse's face rather than lose track of everything by watching his ass. He sat the tape recorder on the table and hit record.
This was followed by the feline clearing his throat.
"This is a statement by Arnold Wesker about the incidents of today concerning the bomb threat issued at Arkham Asylum. So Mr. Wesker, please tell me everything that happened from the point you went into the asylum with myself."
The cat crossed his legs, once again letting discretion get the better of him. He needed no statement himself. He very well knew what happened. And despite himself, it was still very fresh in his mind.
On the other side of the glass, the doughnut was shoved into that toothy snout and the pig swiveled his chair, tilting his head at what was going on inside. Lunch with a show? Might be nice to know what went on in there.
**Wesker:** Ears swiveled to the click of the recorder. Okay so he was to recount what had happened. That was easy enough. A small nod to the feline and he shuffled in his seat for a moment. Little paws folding together on the table before him. He cleared his throat.
"We.. entered the Asylum and walked toward the stairs that's when Mr. Tetch came down the stairs. He kept confusing use for c-characters in the book. He had the detonator in one hand. He um.. came down the stairs and threw his arms around our shoulders and showed us up to Dr. Arkham's office. "
It was easy to recount. It had just happened. And the small mouse went on without falter. Continued without missing a detail all the way till he got to the point where Tetch had been screaming at Jerry before turning back to them.
"And then he said you had to ea-" Wesker paused and suddenly flushed. He realized. How the hell was he supposed to state the next part? Pink tongue dragged out nervously against his own maw. He knew only Gordon was in the room, and Gordon had know what had happen. Fuck, he'd been the one doing it. With his tongue. "e-eat m-me."
A hard drag of breath was taking in and Wesker shifted his own legs to cross. His tail flickered nervously. His gaze left the tape recorder and he looked at Gordon, mouth slightly parted. What now?
**Gordon:** Gordon leaned forward, uncrossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. Fixed, feline gaze settled firmly on the mouse's face. Remembering, he began to purr again and the faintest idea of Wesker's flavor returned to his tongue.
"Yeah, and then what?" His tail was being as naughty as the fox's had, ticking back and forth, swiping against the wall behind the chair.
He made a loud grating noise against the floor as he scooted his chair forward, drawing closer to the mouse. His pink nose could catch the smell of that butter, and his ears perked forward.
**Wesker:** The small mouse swallowed a little bit, watching the feline scoot closer. He wanted him to continue to recount the deed ( as heroically naughty as it had to be ). He let out a breath and straightened his back a bit.
"And then you picked me up and put me on the table and undid my b-bow tie and shirt. "
**Gordon:** As far as Gordon's mind had went, the tape recorder was gone. His breath was quickening and his paws kneaded his own knees. That purr echoed around the room.
"And then I did what?" He scooted himself forward a little bit again, chair dragging the ground.
**Wesker:** The purr was sharp to the rodent's ears. He could almost hear it bouncing off the walls and coming right back around to snag into his spine. What a sound. He shivered slightly as he felt his groin tightening again.
He leaned a bit forward himself, nibbling his lip. "T-then you grabbed the butter stick and smeared it.. all over my chest and belly.. " Oh god, I can still feel it. It was.. He reached up and lightly touched a paw to his collar bone. "you started licking h-here.."
**Gordon:** He watched the paw move up to the collarbone. I'd like to lick there again. Oh, how I'd love to lick there again. He was close enough now so that their knees were nearly touching, so with the last scoot they were, and he leaned forward to place his hands on either side of the base of the chair.
"And then where did I lick Arnold?" There wasn't so much of an interrogating tone, anymore. It was practically oozing lust.
**Wesker:** His chest was heaving again, taking in such deep breaths between words. But it wasn't because the little rodent was scared, oh no. As Gordon leaned forward and their knees touched, Wesker uncrossed his own legs. The obvious tenting sprong up to that tone. He squeaked lightly.
"Here." He didn't even describe it anymore. Paw just moved down his chest. "And t-then here." Trickling down to his lower buttons, fingertips circled the navel." Then here and almost too.."
That paw stopped when it reached the button of his fly. Almost there, I wish he hadn't stopped. I wish he'd lick me right now. Wesker forgot he was in a police station. He forgot this was a cop. Maw was open, ears were forward, Tail was lifted against the back of the chair. All signs pointed to a hard attraction.
**Gordon:**"You mean... right... here?" His paw reached out and snagged the button of the pants loose with a claw. He moved his own face forward abruptly and closed their muzzles in a kiss, lifting his paws up under the ears of the mouse and tilting his head. His rough tongue lapped into the other mouth against the smoother, wetter one, traces of butter still on it.
He lifted his rear end out of his chair to tilt more toward Wesker, purring and moaning into the frantic kiss. He let go of the sides of the mouse's face to pull at the sleeves of his coat and try to pull it off from his arms, rushing and anxious as his tail flapped uncontrollably against the ground behind him.
**Wesker:**"Y-Yes!" Squeaked out before that mouth found his. Finally they kissed, they'd been trying to shyly all damn day it seemed, and now they did it here, in the middle of the police station. But it wasn't a soft press of maw to maw, no this was rushed, frantic and delicious.
Butter. Salt and Butter. That rough tongue swiped into the mouse's mouth and he pressed back harder into the kiss. Legs spread in the plastic chair and hips were giving a jerk upward, head of his cock pressing the rougher fabric of those tuxedo pants. When Gordon pulled his hand back to shrug out of his coat, the rodent reached up and curled his smaller paws into the felines shirt. Gnawing teeth scrapped against that scratchy tongue. It was so strange to have it inside his mouth. Almost alien when he was so use to his smooth one. It was different, alluring.
He pulled out of the kiss to gasp a bit. His glasses were slightly crooked on his face. "And.. then you stopped.. and I .. wondered why. " He licked his lips, still tasting the butter.
Gordon/Bullock: The cat was reluctant to give up the other's lips as he ripped them away to catch his breath, going after the other's muzzle in quick, spaced kisses. He lowered his paws to grab Wesker's hips and pulled him into his lap, flinching as through double layers of cloth arousal rubbed against protruding arousal.
The issues of size difference had yet to enter the commissioners mind. All he could think of at the moment was the feel of them so close together, after spending the whole damned day pining. The kiss reverberated in the pit of his stomach all the way down to his groin, and the purring in his chest could be felt against Arnolds as he clutched him to him.
Once again, his paws began to work at the buttons of the dress shirt, however he enjoyed the ease that they popped free this time, even more so with the vague slickness of butter still lingering there.
It was sad they couldn't see the snout print forming in the glass of the other room, as a tusked jaw hung open. Bullock was right up against the glass at this point, food forgotten and shock all over his face.
**Wesker:** Short quick gasps for air were taking between the quick chaste kisses. Panting against whiskered lips as he was tugged into the feline's lap. Thighs slid against the commissioners upper hips and the mouse groan as he felt their clothed erections rubbing against each other.
As his still slick chest was slowly exposed once again, having no idea that they were still a peeping tom's wet dream at the moment. Well, maybe not Bullock's fancy, but he hadn't run snorting screaming from the viewing room, had he?
Paws began sliding up the length of the felines tie getting to the knot and began to un loop it. He didn't pull it free from the feline's neck, just let it dangle loose on either side of his buttons as finger pads slid against the hot slightly damp fur under his collar.
He wanted him bad. Tail was curled upwards against his upper back, occasional the pink tip would flip into view over his shoulder. Honestly, the mouse should have been more concerned with the location, Or that someone could knock on the door and interrupt them. But he couldn't think about those things. All he could think? It's been so long. Mgh, I want him really bad.
A paw said fuck it to all the buttons and headed right for the belt and button fly on the felines pants. His little mouse nails scratched against the metal as he fought with the out of sight item and popped them both open before tugging at the fly.
The sound of the metal gritting against the metal made his ears twitch and his heart beat even faster. He could smell the musk of utter lust and arousal actual wafting from the feline as he undid the pants and it was making his little mouth water.
Much too long. But he couldn't really blame time on how hard he was attracted to the feline. There was just too much there. The looks, the attitude, the fact that he was nice to him. All added up together and urged furry fingers to shove at the front of those pants to help relieve the feline's strain.
Gordon/Bullock: He moaned pitifully into the surge of the paws downward into his pants. His jagged tongue lapped at the mouse's throat, fighting with the button of the pants with slightly slick pads, before loosing it and snagging the zipper with his claw and tugging it down.
His own pink cock throbbed in the mouse's nimble grip as he tugged the other free, finally relieving all that terrible pressure that had been building up on him.
"I -lick- want -lick- you!" he pleaded in a desperate tone, before moving the rodent's paws from his cock so he could pick him up, once again by his hips, and put him on the table. Once again he pushed him onto his back, this time with more force than the gentle urging that happened before the fox, more like the cat claiming it's prey.
His paws caught the hem of the nice pants and started tugging them down off over his hips and that nice ass the commissioner had been hungrily eyeing all day (and somewhat painfully, come to think of it). Yes, this was definitely worth it, he thought, as his retracted fingertips pressed against the soft bottom as the waistband traveled down over it.
This is wrong. This is amoral, illegal, and somewhat hot god-dammit. Swine eyes couldn't break from the scene in the other room, and a thick nailed hand fell toward his own zipper, evading it's own owner's attention, and started rubbing his own ridged pants along the zipper where he was swollen beneath. He continued to watch, still unaware of his own actions even as his nails ground loudly for a moment against closed zipper teeth.
**Wesker:** Dainty paw pads tested the weeping tip of the other's cock for the brief moments it could. It felt scolding hot and pulsing for attention. Oh Wesker would have giving it all the attention in the world had they the time and perhaps not so urge. His neck was craned for the scratching tongue that licked against it's delicate curve.
And then he was being picked up again, with much more fever this time. A squeak left him when his back hit the table, for a moment hips arched up and his tail swiped with a tremble. But it wasn't out of fear. No, the mouse was just anxious to the point of anxiety. He gasped loudly to those pants coming down off his hips, freeing his own throbbing erection. He couldn't remember being this hard before.
Spine arched harder to help get those pants down off his ass and hips, exposing the soft slightly plump curves of his buttcheeks and the damp white fur of his testicles and inner thighs.
"Y-YES!" It seemed all the little mouse could muster to say at this state. Paws found the cat's ears and curled thumbs into the soft puffy fur at the base of them. "yes.. yes please. " Always polite, even in the frenzy of lust.
Glasses were fogged up from hot breath, chest was slickened with sweat and butter, clothes half off, and he was on an interrogation table. This was certainly not a situation he'd ever had pictured himself in. But now that he was in it?
"T-take me please.. please please! " Wesker actually murred out a beg. Size difference having obviously not registered in his little head either. Oh dear.
Gordon/Bullock: Well, now that he was this point, he didn't quite know where to go. As far as he knew, there wasn't any lube in this room, and from the size difference a 69 would be a little -awkward.-
Oh yeah, there was that size difference to consider. Lube would most definitely be needed. Luckily, though, it seems he was right in assuming that Wesker smelled a little TOO much like butter. There was more of that sent wafting up from behind him.
He slid the mouse's pants from his ankles and followed the scent to his coat. Back in Arkham's office, he had lost track of where that stick of butter went after he'd smeared it all over the poor now oily mouse (not that either of them complained in the end). As it turned out, he'd casually dropped the rest of the stick in his coat pocket. It was a wonder it hadn't melted through or was sat in.
He dropped the pants and leaned down for his coat, pressed his hand into the pocket, and brought out the last of the stick.
"Waste not, want not?" he offered another sheepish smile at yet another bad joke, shaking the stick in the air to show Wesker what he found. He then leaned back over him on the table, and began to lick his collarbone.
"How -lick- Do you want me?" He asked needfully as his paw smeared the rest of the stick all over his pink, pulsating length.
The food was a little too much. Drool pooled in the maw of the swine watching them. Butter? His eyes shifted slightly, as he was surprised by the sound of his own zipper falling. He glanced down, watching as he pushed his digited hoof into the hole in his boxers and pulled himself out.
**Wesker:** Butter. Oh my god, the butter. Perhaps Wesker was going to have to THANK Tetch the next time he saw him instead of scorning the fox. After all, if he hadn't tried to blow up Arkham, you'd never be here right now. With Gordon, buttering himself up for you.
Wesker couldn't help but grin a bit to the bad joke and the butter all at the same time. It was just so ironic, but it was perfect at the same time. The little mouse murred as he felt that tongue lap against his collar bone. How did he want him?
Eyes rolled up into his skull behind those fogged up glasses for a moment. Those words made the little mouse's arousal throb even harder, all the way down deep. Oh god it had been so long. And there was nothing he wanted more then to feel the feline deep inside him. But on his back on the table?
Wesker suddenly wiggled away. Kicking right out of his underwear and climbing fully onto the table. Tail nearly slapped the feline in the face as he turned around and slid down on his hands and knees on the smooth surface.
This table had been littered with paperwork, coffee, confession, guilt, innocence, nails and maybe even blood, but one could bet it had never had a buttery psychopathic mouse lowering it's nose and lifting it's tail in the utter shameless act of lust on top of it. "Like T-this."
He even gave a cute little butt wiggle for the feline. Honestly, Wesker didn't just get like this for anyone. But here, there were no bars to push his face into, this wasn't a sweaty bulldog in Black Gate. This was a frisky old feline that made him feel ten years younger at the moment. Gordon would probably have to climb on the goddamn table with him to make this work.
But oh, it would work, even if it would take some addition problem solving.
**Gordon:** Indeed, the feline did without hesitation (though with a bit of a grunt, because even though he felt ten years younger, he well wasn't.) Finally, aside from the distraction of the wildly moving tail, he could get a very good look at that butt he'd been admiring all day.
He took the knuckle of his paw and touched the back of the sac dangling below those rounded cheeks, leaving a creamy shiny smear behind. It dangled slightly under his slight pressure, and watching it made him lick his lips. His hands rested on the rounded cheeks, talons in, and he bent over the mouse and began to press-
Himself- \*grunt\*
\-IN!
It was a damned tight squeeze, the size difference very evident now. For a moment, the tightness around his butter slathered cock nearly even hurt, like a cushioned vice had him in it's grasp and he doubted he could have even come in such a state. His breath held and his claws almost broke skin as his grip tightened in surprise.
Finally, with a forced gasp and exhale, he unclenched his fingers and breathed against the back of the mouse's head. He slid his paw around and clasped the other's throbbing cock, and began to stroke it calmly and easily. It was his first moment of relaxation since the previous surge of energy at kissing him.
Montoya strolled through the station, just back from Arkham, holding the reports from Dr. Arkham and Jerry on the incident. She sighed heavily and walked to the Crocodile. Today had been just too busy of a day.
"Hey Mick, where's Gordon?"
"Oh, he's in Interrogation room three talking to the mouse," the croc nodded in that direction.
**Wesker:** The table creaked and moved a bit as Gordon slid onto it. Wesker kept still as the other skid up behind him, dragging out fast anxious breaths. His tail automatically curled upward against his own shoulder and out of the way as he felt those buttery fingers brushing against the back of his ball.
Thighs parted a bit more, shoulders lowered, ready to accept the feline. But yah, it was only when he felt the Cat move over him and start to press in did Wesker realize the size difference here.
Gordon was big, he was small.
Mouth parted with a high squeak as the feline began to shove himself inside. For a moment every short white piece of fur on that mouse's entire body stood on end. Ow. ow. With every inch there was another squeak and Wesker clenched his teeth, and his muscles. He didn't mean to tighten so viciously around the feline's cock, but he couldn't help it. Those claws precariously pricking at his skin made his body shiver.
It was probably a good thing the feline wasn't overly huge. He finally hilted and Wesker let out a breath. It take a moment for him to get use to the size of the feline, but like hell did he want him to stop just because it took a little extra work to get inside. Once he was inside and those furry buttery fingers started stroking the mouse's own cock, Wesker relaxed a bit. He quit squeezing so viciously and shifted lower to make the position more comfortable for the both of them.
The pain of being stretched dulled down and starting transforming into a needy throb. He'd never felt so filled in his life.
".. mh." He shook his little head to get a line of sweat that was sliding down his maw at the moment, and then pressed lightly back against the cat with a murr.
Gordon/Montoya/Bullock: Gordon almost sighed with relief when the mouse relaxed, though the pleasure induced by pulling out a little soon outweighed that urge. He stopped just before the tip of his aching cock could emerge, before pushing right back into that tight hole, hilting deep within him and dragging that sweet spot for all it was worth.
It didn't take him long to work up a rhythm, not with how tight that mouse was and how slick the butter made him. He was almost tempted to send the fox a thank you card after this, indeed he had let them have their moment in this interrogation room.
His swishing tail knocked over the still running recorder, which was now catching sounds as varied as grunts to soft cries of exclamation as the huge feline drew closer, claws extended with fingers outspread against the round buttocks he was pumping into.
Montoya pressed her ear up to the door, then her bird head tilted questioningly. One way, then the other. Do I hear sex noises? But the commissioner with the mouse? That was a completely preposterous idea, why would they be fornicating in the interrogation room. It had to be a couple of rookie cops in there.
Though as good a cop as she was curiosity was prone to getting the best of her. She walked to the next door and opened it.
"AH! CLOSE THE GODDAMNED DOOR!"
She flinched and blinked. Face covered in crumbs, Bullock was-
"What are you doing with that doughnut!?"
"Get the fuck out or come in and eat it, your choice!" Bullock, despite his bold talk, was turning a deep crimson.
The pheasant, now embarrassed beyond comprehension, closed that door. She didn't want to think about what she just saw. But fortunately for the pair in the interrogation room, it had held her attention long enough for her to ignore them.
Gordon's ears flipped slightly when he thought he might have heard a sound, but he didn't slow from Wesker. Whatever it was, it could wait. He had more pressing matters he was attending to.
**Wesker:** Wesker was beyond noticing anything beyond the pull and thrust of the felines cock right now. Once Gordon had started to moving he'd been thrown into a world of nothing but pleasure mixed with a little pain. Not even enough to make him whimper, he was too heightened for that.
Each time that buttered length hilted inside him a squeaked slipped past his lips. It was honestly too bad they knew nothing of the event that had just happened behind the glass. What a story that would have been to take back to Arkham.
So while Gordon and I were in the middle of frenzy mating, The pig cop got caught bonking a donut.
And it just too bad he could never tell anyone about this. Not even Mr. Scarface. It would have to be their little secret, about how they had one damn good romp on the table, in the middle of the police station.
Wesker could feel himself climbing to orgasm quickly. Knees pressed against the table, rear lifted to accept each thrust as it was delivered deep, arms slide down in front of him till he felt his damp cheek touch the smoothness of the table, feeling it shake and shift under their moving bodies. Glasses had slid down to the brim of his muzzle, but eyes were screwed shut.
Another squeak, another pressed backwards and Wesker lost it. He felt the onslaught of one wicked orgasm as it started in the base of his spine and rocketed right up to the tip of his cock. He let out a loud cry as he jerked and tightened.
He couldn't help the tightening. It just happened when his body responded to the treatment the felines cock had given him. A flicker of white lightening across his closed eyes, tail twitched hard and he messed the tabletop with hot sticky fluid.
**Gordon:** The tightening was enough to do it. Though before he doubted that he could even release with that pressure on him. But indeed, he could. As soon as the mouse had lost his last drops in the feline's stroking paw, a similar white hot surge jolted beneath that whipping tail and Gordon sat up straight on his haunches.
He shuddered as he expended the last drops emptied out of him into the other, tilting his head back and flattening his ears, teeth bared at the ceiling. A moment later he slid out and rested his palms on either side of Wesker on the table, panting against his neck and rubbing his back with his cheek.
A purr rumbled in his chest, before his eyes snapped open. He glanced over at the tape recorder, and grabbed it up. He hit the stop button, plucked the tape from the recorder, and shoved it into his back pocket.
His fur was half sweaty, half wild, and his loose tie was still dangling. He backed from Wesker to tuck himself back in and let his legs dangle from the table, tail swishing again. "Wow," he muttered to himself, a simple statement of amazement at what just happened, how he felt, and just the day in general.
**Wesker:** Wow indeed.
The small mouse tensed when he felt the other's release. It was hot and soothed his insides. It was positive he'd be really feeling this later, but it was worth it, oh it was so worth it. Everything that had happened today, from nearly kissing in the part to Tetch leering over them made this so worth it.
The mouse panted against the table as the feline pulled out and sat back. Wesker let his rear relax and legs gave out lay fully on the table. He let out a few more groans before he slowly pushed himself to face the feline. He could just put himself away because his pants were on the floor. The small mouse rested his head on one of the feline's knees and smiled up tiredly at him, letting out a little murr.
"You'll still take me out again on my next g-good day, Right?"
**Gordon:**"Of course," Gordon said down at the rodent, cat teeth grinning in a mock Cheshire grin just for him.
\~\*\~\*\~
The USS Oldsmobile made it's final docking maneuver into the Arkham parking lot. Five months, it seemed so very far away when he thought about it.
He got out and opened Wesker's door for him, tail swishing the ground morosely as he moved, eyes cast toward his shoe encased toes.
**Wesker:** Ohh man, kinda sore.
Wesker kept a brave face though. As the small mouse slipped from the car he walked without wincing like he wanted too. He looked up at the feline and an ear twitched to Gordon's feet staring.
The mouse felt a little embarrassed himself, a slight flushing, but all in all, he was in a good mood, a little sad the day was over, a little sad he wouldn't see this feline for a good long while.
But over all. A good mood. "T-hank you. I had a wonderful time." The small mouse said softly as made their way to the doors of Arkham. They would be greeted by the door opening by the stork himself.
Dr. Arkham fluffed his feathers. "Goodness I was starting to wonder.. Did the statement go alright, I hope Mr. Wesker wasn't too much trouble."
**Gordon:**"...Oh yeah, he was great," the cat gave the stork a smooth nod, patting the mouse's shoulder, then grinned down at him. "Take good care of yourself, okay, and in five months I'll do whatever I can to take you out again, all right?"
**Wesker:** I was great.
Wesker's ears perked a bit to that and he smiled up at the feline and flushed. "O-okay, I'll b-be on my best behavior, Sir." And next time, we won't waste the whole day fumbling, because the second we're alone, I'll kiss you.
A harder flush and it was Wesker's turn to look at his feet.
"Look who missed you!" Jerry's voice cut in and the hare leaned out he door, dangling the rat dummy upside down by one of it's feet.
"Mr. Scarface!"
"Dere you are Dummy! Have a fuckin' good time Out wit littergox dere? GET over 'ere and get me away from ears 'ere gefore go grain dead. "
The mouse moved away from the feline and took the dummy from Jerry. The wood started clanking as soon as his tiny paw slipped into the back of the puppet. "Sorry I was gone so long, Mr. Scarface."
"What dah fuck ever, so whad yah do all day asides from the tea party? Come on I was in ah fuckin' DRAWER all day, spill the geans!"
"Oh.." Wesker canted a look over his shoulder at Gordon and gave a little smile before he disappeared into Arkham. "Nothin' you'd be interested in Sir."
"Lemme guess, real faggot stuffs, eh?"
Wesker only chuckled and continued down the hall thinking how nice a hot shower would make this day.. complete.
The End | FSE |
Title: Abalo Awak by Trendane
Tags: Cock, Draenei, Gloryhole, M/M, Tauren, Warcraft, Wow, glory, hole, suck, troll
**Abalo Awak**
The Golden Plains of Mulgore slipped silently by beneath him as the buttes of Thunder Bluff loomed ever closer. He could never understand why they called it 'The Golden Plains' when they were so obviously green, rolling hills. But then, many things about the Tauren were beyond his understanding. They were clearly a deeply spiritual people, but still primitive. Almost intentionally so, it seemed. After thousands of years, they still lived in dwellings made of skins and rough-hewn timbers instead of crystal or even stone.
On the few occasions that he had personally dealt with any of the Tauren they were always under less than ideal circumstances. Long-held prisoners, dying, or already dead. All the others with whom he'd had up-close dealings with were usually trying to kill him. There were those in Dalaran. But they were usually in a section of the city to which he was forbidden entry. Those in Booty Bay - they were far too...civilized to carry the same fascination for him.
On many occasions, he'd flown by Tauren camps and outposts. Close enough to watch them, but never close enough to rile them into coming after him. At least...not often. Never before, though, had he attempted to come so near to their capitol city.
For months, he had been working with his griffon, training him to land as silently as possible. He would then dismount and send him off to slowly circle, just out of weapons range, until called for. Practicing in Thousand Needles made things a little easier, especially given the Tauren outpost located there. The considerably smaller size of the butte meant that, if he could land behind a tent there and not be heard, then landing on Thunder Bluff without being detected should be even easier.
One thing his trainers had always struggled to teach him was patience. All too often, he would rush into a lesson and get burned for it - sometimes literally. Certain types of elementals required a more deliberate hand to master. The same held true for certain types of situations. A slow, gradual progression would, often, yield a far sweeter success.
He wanted this to be the sweetest yet.
Some aspects of his plan, he had worked through very carefully. For example, he had circled Thunder Bluff for almost two weeks - sometimes by day, sometimes by night - to determine the best spot to land without being seen or heard. Behind the large tent where most of the druids seemed to go looked highly promising. No guards ever patrolled there and there were always several skins stretched out nearby, either drying, acting as a wind-break, or both. Those would prove quite useful for his plan. Crucial, in fact.
He had selected his target on his third day flying around the city. To a casual observer, he was like any other member of his race. But upon closer study one could see the differences in his personality. The others ebbed and surged in behavior, ranging from sedate to frenetic. One moment, they would be sitting quietly and talking, resting, or eating and then rushing off into a fight the next. The one he watched was vastly more patient. Measured and meticulous. Concise and calculated. Each time he walked a circuit around the city, it took exactly the same amount of time. And that was critical to his function.
He was the Hourmaster; the timekeeper for the whole city.
At the top of what he presumed was the Tauren 'hour', the Hourmaster would pound his large sticks onto the thick, leather heads of the drums. The concussion would boom out across the entire city and let everyone know what time it was. And so his routine continued in flawless repetition.
He'd come agonizingly close to achieving his goal once before, but his timing had been off. The Hourmaster had stopped earlier in his circuit to talk to someone that apparently needed directions and so was not willing to stop longer than a few moments. Just long enough to step up to the hole cut into the large, spread hide. He slowly poked a large finger through the hole and felt around the edges. When a warm and slick mouth wrapped around his finger, he flinched in surprise and then chuckled.
"Abalo Awak," the bull intoned. The mouth around his thick digit suckled with an increased sense of need and was rewarded with a low, husky rumble. Despite the evident eagerness and skill of the person behind the taut wall of leather, the Hourmaster pulled back his finger and stepped back. The bull sighed a bit and muttered, "Anohe isha halo." before walking away to drum in the hour.
For hours after that encounter, he savored the flavor on his tongue and for the weeks that followed, the memory of it. A powerful and earthy musk, like the scent of rich loam so unlike any of his own people. The Tauren had wild an untamed aroma to them, especially the druids. His own race had an appealing scent as well, but it was more refined. Often too heavily veiled under perfumes and incenses, it did not carry the same rush of the primitive. The hum that permeates one's senses when stalking through a deep jungle, never quite sure if you are predator or prey.
He found himself stroking the tendrils which hung from his chin, a habit which his trainers found unsavory and uncouth. Of them all, only one did not chastise him for absently stroking himself in public. And that instructor taught him far more than any shaman before or since. The only one he could honestly say he cared about making proud. The only one he could honestly say he cared about. He, too, had a wild taste to him.
Tonight would be different, though. Tonight, he would succeed. He had to. Each night he flew by, each time he risked landing, he risked being spotted. Too much of that and the guards would step up patrols, change their patterns, and he'd have to start all over again. Or give up. And he'd rather die than give up.
Well...almost.
The wind rushed passed him as he circled far enough out that he would not easily be seen. His gryphon followed the practiced path that they had flow for the past several weeks leaving him free to focus his mind elsewhere. Far above the city, at the very top of the tower where their wyverns landed, a small, magical swirl began to form. Suddenly, he saw Thunder Bluff as though he stood there, atop the highest tower. He turned in a slow circle and searched the city below. Finally, he spotted the Hourmaster.
His perception felt razor sharp as he slowly tracked the bull around the city, following his normal course. Twice he was almost stopped by someone, and both times, they turned to someone else nearby. The Hourmaster started across the bridge that would lead him to the area they had met before. This was it. Now was the time.
He freed his mind from the spell, feeling that brief moment of disorientation that comes with it, especially when you're already moving. Rather like going to sleep and waking up somewhere you don't expect. Anticipation caused him to tug at the reins a bit too hard and earn a squawk of complaint from his mount. He shushed the bird half and hoped that no one heard as they swooped in, swift and silent, as they had a hundred times before. Dive in and sweep straight up along the cliff side. Time it right and your momentum fades just as you reach the top, and you land as quietly as stepping from one room to another.
A pebble crunched beneath one of his cloven hooves, causing him to freeze and hold his breath for a moment. When no mob of angry guards came rushing around the walls of stretched leather, he flicked a hand signal to his gryphon who immediately tossed himself off the bluff with wings outstretched and disappeared into the silent night to circle and wait to be called.
He wanted to run forward, to grind his face against the leather and shove his tongue through the hole, whining and pleading for the reward he had waited and worked so long to receive. The words of his most favored trainer, spoken in a deep, smoldering voice, echoed in his mind and held his body in check. He swallowed once, his tongue oddly dry given how close he was to pouring sheets of drool down his tendrils.
Taking measured, deliberate steps, he walked forward to the wall of kodo hide and knelt before the hole. He pressed a finger through it to open it up far enough to allow him to see the back of the tent where the druids trained. Off to the right, farther around the tent, would be where the strange Tauren who always seemed to be yelling about piles of dirt would be standing. Off to the left, is where the bull who had haunted his dreams for so long, the object of every waking desire, would be walking towards him in mere moments. Tonight, he would get what he wanted. Tonight, his dreams would come true.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw the flicker of torchlight. The voices of Fear and Hope were screaming within his mind at equal volume. One voice telling him to run, blow into the carved whistle and dive off the side of the cliff, trusting that his mount would intercept him before he hit the ground. The other voice telling him to stay a bit longer, wait and see...and feel and smell and taste. Desire won out over discretion. Wanton over wise.
And there he was. The Hourmaster strode with the same, exacting pace as always, one hoof in front of the other. A soft click of the tongue when he was close enough to hear it brought the bull's attention towards him. A broad and sly smile spread across his face as he strode over to the hole. A quick glance left and right and he stepped close enough that the bulge in his loincloth almost pushed through the slit in the leather.
Many things have a price. Some good, some bad. Patience is like that in some ways as well. The longer you have to wait for something, the harder it is to maintain your composure when you finally have it presented to you. Patience had had its turn. Now it was Hunger's time to shine.
He buried his face against the slowly expanding bulge in the fabric and breathed in deeply, drinking in the heavy, intoxicating scent of pure, male Tauren. His hands pressed against the thick leather and he was overjoyed to feel the shape of the thick, meaty thighs pressing forward from the other side, trying to push farther through the hole. He brought his hands together on either side of the distended cloth and struggled to pull it out of the way gently, rather than tearing it off.
"Washte alo balo," the bull chortled as his half-hard cock sprang free and bounced lewdly against the shaman's cheek. His hands quickly moved to grip the rapidly plumping flesh, sweeping it back and forth across the bridge of his nose, crossing his eyes to focus on the mast as he craned his head back and dragged his tongue up along the underside.
He wrapped his lips around the tip of the shaft and leaned into it, swallowing as the broad head reached the back of his throat. Inch by inch, the heavy shaft disappeared past his lips as if it were tailored to fit inside. Though it wasn't quite as easy as he made it seem, the male on the other side of the wall couldn't have guessed. The bull groaned low and loud, leaning even harder against the leather which separated them, the outline of his form becoming more clear as the coarse and intensely musky hair about the base of his cock ground roughly against the shaman's face. The whole expanse of kodo hide vibrated as the bull shuddered and growled out something completely unintelligible.
He may not understand the language...but the meaning was quite clear.
He smiled to himself, which only served to tighten his lips even further around the turgid girth sliding in and out between them. As he pulled back, leaving only the tip inside his mouth, his swirled his tongue around the crown and swept it through the hole at the top. A huff, gulp, and sigh drifted through the dividing wall. A few heartbeats later, the pulsating pole seemed to lose some of its rigidness. The bull shuffled his hooves for a moment and lifted some of his weight off of the hide between them but he did not withdraw completely.
"Ovaktalo pawene," he whispered gruffly.
The shaman slowed, but did not stop his attentions. The bull's massive body blocked any view through the hole, and he could not hear anything beyond the pounding of his own heart in his ears, his panting attempts to catch his breath each time he pulled the meat from his throat. It was difficult for him to care about anything beyond what he was doing. Then he heard it. Another voice. Another set of hooves walking through the grass and sandy soil behind the tent. Most likely one of the guards who almost never came back here.
There was a brief exchange of words between them and some laughter. Then the hooves started wandering off to the right. The bull's cock began to harden again in his mouth. As he started to lean forward onto the shaft again, the bull drove his weight against the wall so suddenly that the shaman could hardly prepare for the invasion of flesh into his throat. He began to choke and wretch around the monstrous intruder, which only seemed to make the flesh all the firmer.
Blinking tears from his eyes and struggling to regain control over his reflexes, he focused all of his attention on the shaft and balls before him, suckling, caressing and worshiping the bull's pride like a supplicant. Time and again, the mocha-colored shaft sank into the grip of his neck until the heavy sack, matte black like unpolished obsidian, bounced or ground against his chin. Each trip along the bull's spire made it a bit easier to manage. But an especially sudden thrust would still cause him to convulse and have to pull off far enough to swallow and catch his breath.
Shortly after restoring his rhythm from one of these somehow delightful interruptions, he slowly became aware of a presence beside him. Perhaps it was the scent that got to him first, but there was no mistaking it.
Troll.
His accent was so thick that even if he had been speaking a familiar language, it would have been hard to understand. He seemed to soak up the shadows and become more visible as he stepped right up beside the shaman. He belted out a cackling laugh and uttered something. The bull on the far side of the wall replied. There was an eerie sort of coo to the troll's laugh as he licked his lips and stepped forward. Trolls were reputed to eat people. Not in quite the same, cannibalistic fashion as the undead, but close enough to it that the shaman was growing steadily more afraid. The troll slid fluidly beneath him and undid the front of his simple, cloth pants freeing his cock which was still more than half hard, despite his apprehensions.
His body betrayed him openly as the troll's tongue, almost frighteningly warm, wriggled and slithered in an almost sickening fashion all over the upper third of his shaft. Unbidden, he legs spread further apart to allow the troll's single tusk to slide between them as the powerful lips engulfed his shaft. He wanted to moan, but his throat was occupied. Instead, his thick tail began to slowly lash back and forth. Before his tail could complete a second swing, a tight grip closed around it. He had thought that it might be the troll's strange feet, but the angle was wrong.
Then he realized. The other Tauren guard.
This was getting far too out of control for his liking. He didn't want this. Everything he had wanted, all he had worked so hard for, waited for, was the bull on the other side of the leather wall. These other distractions, while potentially quite pleasurable in other circumstances, were far more than he had pla--
His mind shattered before he could finish the thought.
A tongue the width of his fist smeared, slick and sloppy, beneath his tail. A fleshy staff, so much like the one he still held between his lips yet slightly thicker, slide between his legs and along the length of his own shaft. The troll drooled a curtain of slobber across the guard's cock which slid back far enough to take aim, ground forcefully against the space beneath his tail, demanding entrance.
Before he could pull back far enough free his mouth to speak, both bulls plunged toward one another filling him from end to end with more than he ever thought he'd be able to accommodate. He tried to cry out as the invasion beneath his tail caused explosions of light behind his eyelids, but the Hourmaster's presence in his throat made anything other than the wet, squelching sound of gagging impossible.
He'd had things inside him before, but this was different. Never this much, never this fast, never this deep. While the discomfort was fading rapidly, the intensity of pleasure was overwhelming. As if his body were possessed, it sucked in and thrust forward and bucked back with desperate abandon. The bull behind him seemed to surge to an insanely thick girth, but it was actually his stretched hole clamping down as he lost all sense of control and was, quite literally, pushed into his climax from behind.
Beneath him, the troll spluttered and coughed as what felt like weeks of frustration erupted into his mouth and across his face. He laughed a bit and muttered something which made the guard chuckle and try in vain to push back into the vice-tight hole.
The Hourmaster, however, was silent for a long moment before responding. During that long, quiet moment, his shaft, so eager and hard before, began to deflate. As more words passed between them, the tension grew and the bull's cock shriveled and retreated through the hole.
He was practically thrown to the ground by the guard behind him, who did not even bother to put away his fleshy hammer before grabbing the one made of wood and stone. The troll, his face still coated in the pearlescent sheen of his seed drew a long, wicked kris and stepped closer as the Hourmaster came stalking around the edge of the wall of kodo hide. Hatred burned in all their eyes. Though none as viciously as the Hourmaster whose glare also carried the fires of betrayal.
The shaman tried to scramble back against the barrier which, until moments ago, was a source of bliss for them all. His hooves tangled in the pool of fabric that his pants formed around his ankles and he fell. He kicked one hoof free as the troll lunged forward with the wavy blade. Fiery pain flared in his side where the blade bit deep. Blood poured freely from the wound as he bundled all of his strength into one frantic action.
He ran.
With one hand pressed to the wound at his side, he clawed for the whistle tied around his neck. The earth split open and a small totem pushed up into the night air. It shook with power and caught the guard's attention. But only him. The troll and the Hourmaster were still right behind him, and he felt himself loosing momentum. The troll must have used a poisoned blade. A second totem burst from the ground and the troll's steps slowed as though he were slogging through mud. The troll shrieked strange words after him as he slowly fell behind.
He may not understand the language...but the meaning was quite clear.
The Hourmaster's hooves continued to chew through what little space separated them, catching up a little more with every stride. The shaman reached the edge and leaped as far out into the night air as he could. As he brought the whistle to his lips and drew breath, his senses were battered once again by the taste and smell of the bull he'd longed so long to be with. He blew loud, long and shrill, praying to The Light that all his preparation would pay off. At least this part of it.
The Golden Plains of Mulgore rushed up at him silently. Though, now, they were a ghostly, silvery-gray. A fitting color, given that he'd probably be ghostly himself in another moment.
Talons locked around his upper arms. The world stopped rushing to embrace him and began to sprint along beneath him. He only realized how close it was when he had to lift his hooves to keep from kicking a prairie stalker in the head.
Pain speared through him again as his hanging weight tore at the open wound in his side. A part of him welcomed it. It meant he was still alive.
A short time later, they landed on a ledge overlooking the plains; Thunder Bluff standing proudly off in the distance, bathed in moonlight. The shaman dug through his pack and donned some of his regular clothes. He used his magic to heal and cleanse himself of the troll's poison. When he was as good as new, he sat in the moonlit grass and pondered.
Everything had gone so well until the others came along. Without their intrusion, everything would have been perfect. They'd have both gotten exactly what they wanted. The others were the problem. Maybe, if they weren't around...
It was almost a week before he flew back. Just as before, he spent the time to study from afar, to learn the patterns of patrols. To see Him.
The Hourmaster's habits remained unchanged. And why shouldn't they? He, the shaman, was the anomaly. The random cog dropped into the machine which threw everything else out of sync. And yet, there was still a fluttering of hope within him.
As he had before, he sailed silently up behind the stretched kodo hide, sending his griffon off to circle until summoned. He crept as quietly as he could to the spot where he had so nearly become the happiest of his entire life. The fluttering wings of Hope stopped dead. There, where the hole had been, were now a set of crude stitches. The thread dark and thick. As he leaned in closer, he caught the scent.
Blood. His blood. The thread used to sew the hole shut had been soaked in it. He walked back to the edge of the bluff and whistled for his mount, looking back over his shoulder.
He may not understand the language...but the meaning was quite clear. | FSE |
Title: Ben & Nancy Ch. 17
Tags: school yesterday, happened school, friend nancy, newspaper office, nancy exclaimed, jamestown high, ben morris, honey nancy, heidi replied, god nancy
**Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy**
Nancy was making breakfast when her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks, burst into the kitchen. "Mom! You...you aren't going to...to believe what I...I just...just heard on...on the...radio!" Dawn sobbed.
Nancy asked gathered her sobbing daughter into her arms. "What is it, Honey?" she asked. "What did you hear that has you so upset?"
"They...they...they said...a...a girl...was...was beaten and raped at school...yesterday..." Dawn sobbed.
"My God!" Nancy whispered. "Did they say who it was? Did they catch the person who did it?"
"N-no...they...they didn't..." Dawn sobbed. "They...they said it...it happened...in...in the school newspaper office, though. Mom, Trish was going to the newspaper office when I saw her yesterday!"
"Oh, Honey," Nancy said as tears filled her eyes, too. "Honey, why don't you sit down over there. I'll call Heidi Jackman and see if she knows anything she can tell us."
Heidi Jackman, the school nurse at Jamestown High, was a close friend of Nancy's. And she happened to be married to a detective who worked for the sheriff. If anyone would know what was going on, Heidi would.
"Heidi, I know I'm imposing on you," Nancy said when her friend answered the phone, "You can tell me to hang up and I will. But Dawn's really upset. She heard the news report about what happened at school and she's really worried that the victim might be Trish Wilkins. They're best friends."
"I probably shouldn't tell you," Heidi replied, "but we've been friends a long time, and I know how close Trish and Dawn were. It was Trish. She was raped and beaten severely."
"Oh, God!" Nancy exclaimed, "I can't believe something like this could happen here in Jamestown. Do...do they have any idea who did it?"
"They do," Heidi said. "It will probably be in this afternoon's paper, so I'm not giving anything away. Tim and the sheriff arrested a male teacher from the high school this morning."
As far as Nancy was concerned, this was getting worse and worse. She knew most of the teachers at the high school and couldn't imagine any of them being depraved enough to do what had been done to Trish. "Who, for God's sake?" she asked.
"Tim said he's a new teacher, but he graduated from Jamestown High about five years ago," Heidi replied. "His name is Morris, Ben Morris."
"No!" Nancy exclaimed. "It...it can't be him! They have to be wrong!" She didn't know how she knew it, but she knew Ben didn't do this horrible thing, no matter what the police thought.
"Nancy," Heidi said, "Tim was just here. He's sure this Morris guy did it. They found a pair of women's panties under his bed."
"So, what kind of evidence is that?" Nancy retorted. "He's a single man. I bet if you checked under the beds of half the single men in town, you'd find women's panties. You'd probably find them under some of the married men's beds, too."
"Nancy, how well do you know this guy?" Heidi asked. "It sounds like you know him pretty well, or at least have some pretty strong feelings about him."
"Dawn has him for English comp," Nancy replied. "He's made a big difference in her life. She thinks he's the best teacher she ever had, and I'd be tempted to agree with her, judging in the change in her I've seen since he took over that class. And...years ago, when he was a kid, Ben used to do some chores around the house when we needed help."
"Wow," Heidi said. "That's going to make this really tough on Dawn, isn't it? I mean, her best friend is in a coma in the hospital, and the teacher she most admires is accused of putting her friend there. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I...I don't know," Nancy said. "Are...are those panties the only evidence the police have?"
"Nancy," Heidi said, her voice low, "I shouldn't be telling you this, but I think it might help you accept reality. The girl wasn't unconscious when she was found. And she told the man who found her, the school janitor, that Mr. Morris was the one who'd done it. He lied when they were questioning him, too, then he stopped talking and asked for a lawyer."
"Oh," Nancy said. "I see. Well, thanks for telling me all this, Heidi. I promise it will stay between you and me. I...I've got to go and see how Dawn's doing."
"No! It isn't true! It can't be true! Mr. Morris wouldn't do something like that!" Dawn cried when her mother told her what she'd learned from Heidi. "I don't care what the police say, Mr. Morris didn't do it."
"I know he didn't, Honey," Nancy said. She was surprised there wasn't even a trace of doubt in her mind about Ben's innocence. She knew, as sure as she was sitting on her daughter's bed with Dawn sobbing in her arms, that Ben Morris hadn't done what he was accused of doing.
"I wonder if Ben has a lawyer yet," Nancy mused while her daughter continued to sob. Ever the businesswoman, she continued to think about what would have to happen. "I wonder if there's any way to check. If he hasn't, I wonder if Will Rosenberg is available."
Will Rosenberg, who had the well-earned reputation of being the most skillful criminal lawyer in James County, was one of Nancy's husband's college classmates. Will and George had remained close through the years, and Will was one of the pall bearers at George's funeral. She decided to give him a call and see if he'd take Ben's case. She hoped Ben wouldn't be angry with her for interfering in his life.
"Nancy, how are you doing?" Will asked once Nancy had gotten past his secretary. "Marcie tells me you have an emergency? Is something wrong with Dawn or the boys?"
"No, Will, that's not it at all," Nancy said. "The boys are fine and, except for being upset, Dawn's fine, too. I suppose you've heard what happened at the high school yesterday?"
"Yes, I did," Will replied. "And I understand the police have a man in custody, who was identified by the victim."
"His name's Ben Morris, and he's a friend of ours," Nancy said. "And I know he's innocent. I'd like you to represent him."
"Wait a minute!" Will said. "I'm not sure I understand this. How do you know this man?"
"He used to do odd jobs for us when he was a kid," Nancy explained. "And Dawn is in the class he teaches."
"And you know he's innocent, right?" Will said. "I'm not even going to ask you how you know that."
"If you did ask, I wouldn't tell you," Nancy said. A plan had already begun forming in her mind. It was an audacious plan, one she'd only resort to if nothing else worked, but she was determined to do whatever was necessary to get Ben off the hook.
"This probably sounds callous," Will said, "but there is a little matter of money. I do not come cheap, my dear. And I understand that the young man who is in custody is a teacher. I'm not sure he can afford my services."
"I don't know whether Ben can afford you or not, but I can," Nancy said. "Between my salary and my income from the trust fund you helped me set up with George's estate, money won't be a problem. Ben deserves the best lawyer he can get, and as far as I know, that's you."
"Thank you for your confidence, my dear." Will said. "I'm not sure I understand any of this, but I'll head over to the sheriff's office right now and see what I can do."
"Thanks, Will," Nancy said. She started to feel a little better. She got up and went back to Dawn's bedroom to tell her daughter what she'd done.
"Uncle Will's going to represent Mr. Morris?" Dawn asked, sniffling a little.
"Yes," Nancy said. "I think your favorite teacher deserves the best lawyer we can get, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Dawn said, a faint smile appearing on her face. "And Uncle Will is good, isn't he?"
"He's the best," Nancy said.
"Mom?" Dawn sniffled.
"What?" Nancy asked.
"Do...do you think we could go over to the hospital and see how Trish is?" her daughter asked.
"Go take a bath and get dressed," Nancy said. "I will, too, then we can go to the hospital."
Dawn kissed her. "Thanks, Mom," she said. "I love you."
"I...I love you, too, honey," Nancy said. | literotica |
Title: For Science!: Freebies Vol. 54: Chemicality Edition! by danath
Tags: Cheetah, Chemical Use, Drugs, Feline, Gay, M/M, Male, Panther, Rough Sex
Freebies are short stories written live during a stream. People are chosen at random to get a story based on their ideas and characters.
Freebies Vol. 54: Chemicality Edition!
Chemicals, the wonderful plot points of many a TF scene, are a great way to turn some unsuspecting (or suspecting!) character into all sorts of naughty, hilariously hypersexed beings.
Round 3: Shakal
"...and just one more initial here. Okay! We're finished with the paperwork."
Shakal leaned back in his high-backed leather executive chair. Across the broad oak desk sat Vincent, an attractive cheetah with the typical yellow and black markings of a cheetah. He was young looking, but in great shape. While chatting earlier, Shakal learned Vincent was heavily involved in track and field as a long-distance runner, which lent itself to his lean, powerful legs and skinny upper body. Cheetahs didn't normally go for long distance, preferring sprints instead, but Vincent expressed his love of cross country several times.
Shakal, a broad-shouldered black panther, smiled as he listened to the cheetah talk. His purple eyes sparkled as he eyed the lithe male, already imagining all the dirty things he'd soon be coercing Vincent into doing. Normally they would do the injection for the study in a lab, but Shakal had other plans for this attractive male.
"Now, the last thing," the sleek panther said, standing and brushing down the fur on the back of his neck. "You'll receive one injection a week for two months, but you'll remain on the campus here for three in total so that we can monitor its effects. Any questions?"
Vincent shook his head. "Nope, seems straightforward."
"Great. You'll be paid at the end of the study for your time and... I forget, have you been shown around the facility?"
"Yeah, I know where the cafeteria is and my room."
"Great. Stand up over here, please."
The panther smiled beguilingly as he rolled up Vincent's shirt sleeve. He sprayed a small area of the cheetah's upper arm with a disinfectant spray before opening a small black case on his desk. A gleaming syringe and a small bottle of clear fluid rested inside. After filling the syringe, he held the tip near the cheetah's shoulder.
"You may feel a little prick..."
A moment later and the deed was done. Vincent rubbed his arm after Shakal withdrew the needle and nodded his head. The panther grinned and leaned back against his desk. He couldn't stop his tail tip from twitching rapidly, but he kept it behind the desk, out of the cheetah's view.
"How do you feel?"
"I dunno... okay, I guess. I mean... well... oh..."
Shakal lowered his eyes, glancing at the slim feline's hips. A mighty boner pushed out against his tight jeans. Vincent looked down as well and, realizing what Shakal was seeing, turned away.
"Oh! Sorry, I don't know... what's... come over me... I feel so... so..."
The cheetah's words trailed off and he turned back towards Shakal. He was breathing hard and panting. The panther's fiendish grin spread. The drug was working faster than he'd anticipated. All Vincent was told was that they were testing a libido-controlling drug on him. What he hadn't been told was that the drug would make him unable to function without regular sex.
As the cheetah moved closer, paws trembling, Shakal thought about modern science and what a wonderful thing it was.
"How do you feel now?" Shakal asked, keeping his arms to his sides for the moment.
"I feel... hot... like I need something," Vincent gasped. His trembling paws lifted, going to Shakal's suit coat, gripping the lapels. "What... what's happening?"
"Perfectly normal, just perfect," Shakal said soothingly, carefully disengaging the cheetah's claws from his jacket. He took it off and hung it on a coat rack near the door before turning the lock. Turning back towards Vincent, he saw the panther's eyes were already glazing over and one paw rubbed furiously along his erection inside his jeans.
"Would you feel better with those off?" Shakal suggested. The black panther slunk back across the room, thick legs carrying him easily, until he was mere inches from the cheetah.
"Ye... yeah..."
"Here, let me help," Shakal said, a deep purr underlying his voice.
A few minutes later, Vincent was trembling, naked, hard as could be. Shakal licked his lips, seeing how firm the cheetah's erection was, and dragged a single claw up his belly, through his white chest fur, over his neck, and tipped the smaller male's chin up.
"Do you want me?" the panther asked, purple eyes blazing.
The cheetah groaned and nodded, unable to stop the words forming on his lips.
"Yeessss..."
"Just perfect," Shakal repeated.
His shirt and tied flew off, followed by his pants. He grasped his sheath, already thickening, and a moment later his long pink shaft dropped free, rising rapidly into the air. Vincent stared, eyes wide, as the meaty appendage poked his skinny belly to the side of his own pulsing, shiny black shaft.
"Why don't you turn around?" Shakal suggested.
The cheetah did, lifting his tail like any good submissive would, and Shakal spit into his paw, working the saliva over his cock as he stared hungrily at the lithe feline's ass. Vincent's palms spread over the smooth wood of the desk as Shakal stepped in close behind him, using a paw to rub his cock along the fuzzy white ass cheeks.
"You want it bad, don't you?" he whispered.
"Unnghhh... yes... please!" Vincent moaned, pitching higher as his desperation grew.
"Good boy."
Shakal grunted as he fitted his tip to the cheetah's tight tail hole. He was excited for this - the feline was so damn hot. The black panther pushed forward slowly and twisted his ears forward when Vincent let out a deliciously dirty moan of approval.
He pushed in sharply, grunting when he felt the cheetah's tight walls clench around his slick length. Vincent's legs trembled and he nearly fell onto the desk as Shakal pushed in deeper, taking him one long, deep thrust. He leaned into the cheetah's backside, muzzle resting over the smaller male's shoulder. He could feel the cat's heart beating like a drum and he spread his hands out, covering Vincent's, holding them onto the table.
"Oh, yes, you are so tight!" Shakal growled, drawing his hips back for another deep thrust. Vincent mewled helplessly, hips grinding back onto the fat feline erection spearing under his tail.
"Ha... harder!"
Shakal closed his eyes, purring with delight as the submissive bottom pushed back against him. He lifted his paws, stroking up Vincent's flat, hard stomach and chest, using his claws to tease through the thick fur. His hips pumped steadily, heavily, dragging his hard shaft in and out of the cheetah's tight ass.
The black panther wanted even more. He gripped the back of Vincent's neck and twisted, locking the cat into place. Vincent managed a strangled yelp as Shakal forced him down over the desk, chest on the smooth wood. Papers flew off, the keyboard clattered to the floor, and a small snow globe - a present from the company for ten years of service - broke on the rug as the muscular feline leaned over Vincent, slamming his hips deeper, harder.
The cheetah twitched, pushed back, and yowled when Shakal released his neck. His ass clenched tight around the thick length probing his guts and his own shaft throbbed against the side of the desk, pointing almost straight down as Shakal humped him. Shakal, for his part, kicked Vincent's legs farther apart and bent over, opening his muzzle and biting down on the cheetah's shoulder, claiming him as only an alpha feline could.
For several long minutes, the only noise in the room came from the pounding of Vincent's hips against the desk. Shakal fucked him mercilessly, pounding his ass heavier and harder by the moment. He leaned back, claws raking down the cheetah's backside as the smaller male squeezed even harder, tight and hot around his aching cock. This was even better than he'd planned - the cheetah couldn't stop from slutting it up and grinding on his pole.
"Mmmph... gonna... cum!" Shakal gasped. His grip tightened on Vincent's hips and he bounced his broad pink cock in and out rapidly, withdrawing nearly completely with each sloppy, wet thrust.
One final time, though, he shoved in and held himself there, one leg lifting, knee on the desk, both paws gripping Vincent's hips, palms nearly touching in the center of his skinny backside. Shakal grunted, bit his lower lip, and exploded deep within the feline.
Vincent cried out, tongue curling, eyes shut. His cock shot sticky loads of cum against the side of the desk as he climaxed automatically with the other male. The heavy body pressed down on him, pinning him, holding him tight. His small chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as the never-ending climax continued.
Eventually he came down from his unnatural high and collapsed onto the desk, exhausted and spent. Shakal growled and rubbed the center of his back as his hips jerked back and forth a few times, grinding his seed deep into the male's body.
"Mmmfff... fuck, Vincent... you are so tight," he growled. "I'm really going to enjoy the next few months..."
"What... what happened?" Vincent asked, slurring his words slightly.
"The libido controlling drug is working exactly as planned," Shakal purred, leaning over to nip at Vincent's ears. "You're going to feel a growing need, stronger by the minute, until you can think of nothing but getting fucked."
Shakal grinned and pumped his hips a few more times, grinding his half-hard length in and out of Vincent's messy hole before continuing.
"Your body is craving male sperm, essentially. You're an addict now, and you can only be satisfied by fucking and sucking any male you can get your hands on," Shakal said, a villainous note underscoring his words. "Fortunately, we have a solution for your problem."
Vincent tried to speak, ears back, eyes wide, but Shakal interrupted.
"You see, we have drugs that also work in a different way. They can make you hard and ready to go within minutes of release," the black panther explained.
He leaned over the panting cheetah and reached into the desk drawer, pulling out a small case. It flipped open and the black cat showed Vincent a half-empty bottle of light purple fluid.
"As you can see, I injected myself just before you signed the final release forms."
Shakal's voice dropped a note as his cock throbbed, stiffening into total hardness once more inside the moaning, squirming cheetah.
"For the next three months, I'm going to fuck your brains out every hour, on the hour... for science."
The End | FSE |
Title: Worth Waiting For by Squirrel
Tags: Character Development, Doe, Heat, M/F, Otter, Rabbit, Romance, Skunk, Vaginal
Bell-Bell poked her fork at her salad. A tossed salad. Lettuce, spinach leaves, a bit of green onion. Some cheese and croutons.
"Never seen anyone eat a salad," Dusky remarked, "without dressing. Like, the salad dressing."
"Never cared for it."
The rabbit nodded. Poking at his own food. He wasn't really hungry, truth be told.
A radio was on in the restaurant. Some radio station. Some song. Singing softly, "Meet me there ... just you alone. I won't ever ask again ... "
Bell-Bell continued poking at her salad. Lifting her fork and taking her bite.
Dusky, nose twitching, watched her. Eyes on her. Nose on the food. Ears on the music, which continued to sing. He listened to the words as he watched the deer eat. "You're like a bird on a wire. In spite of the sun ... the other one's the lucky one, and he's gone ... "
The deer reached for her water glass.
"You know where I live," the music sang. "Walk the floor. You know where I live ... "
"Um," Bell-Bell said, sipping her water. "How's your food?"
"It's okay."
"Pasta. Mm ... didn't know pasta could be anything BUT okay. It's kind of hard to mess up."
"I guess." A pause. "My parents burned pasta once, though."
"Burned it?" she asked.
"I don't know. It's just ... one of my earlier memories. They were watching something on the television, and they forgot the spaghetti noodles on the stove. All the water evaporated, and the noodles burned."
The deer nodded quietly.
"I know that's a really random story to be telling you," Dusky apologized.
"It's okay ... "
"I don't even really like pasta," he said, sighing, pushing his plate away. "I'm not hungry," he whispered.
After a few seconds, the doe offered, "Want some of my salad?"
A shake of the head.
The song on the radio was nearing its end. "I wish that just for once," it sang, "I could come home and miss ... all those things I'd see here on the news. Instead, I see you. I couldn't forget ... without reward, without regret ... "
Dusky bit his lip.
"You know where I live," went the chorus. "Walk the floor. You know where I live ... "
"You're being," said Bell-Bell, speaking above the music, "very quiet."
"I don't have much to say," was the rabbit's honest whisper. As he stared at the vase of flowers in the middle of their little booth. "I mean, I never do." He looked up. Met her eyes. "Ask anyone ... and they'll tell you."
"Well," was Bell-Bell's response. "Everyone's got something to say."
The rabbit gave a little, disbelieving smile. And gave no verbal response.
"Some furs are just afraid of saying it, is all."
"I'm not afraid," the rabbit responded immediately.
"I knew you were gonna say that," the doe said quietly.
He looked to her. Squinted a bit.
"You're not the type to admit anything, are you? I don't think you're the type to lie, but ... you're not the type to tell the truth, either, about how you feel. You just give vague, non-committal answers."
"So, what, are you ... insulting me?" he asked, still squinting.
"I'm just making an observation."
The rabbit blew out a breath and leaned back in the booth. Staring, unblinking, at the table. "I would've been more comfortable having lunch."
"Then you should've told me that," the doe said, "before agreeing to supper. Or do you say yes to any-fur who propositions you?"
He didn't answer that. Only picked up his spoon. Fiddled with it.
She tilted her head. Asking, "Mind if I ask you something, then?"
"Would it stop you if I said 'no'?"
The deer smiled a bit at that. And continued, "You're afraid of the dark, aren't you?"
The rabbit's nose and whiskers twitched. He gripped the spoon.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone," Bell-Bell whispered.
"I'd prefer if you didn't," he responded. In equal whisper. Without meeting her eyes.
The deer, hoof-like hands (with only three fingers and a thumb on each hand) on the table, asked, "Are you gonna be okay for the race on Saturday night?" It was to be a night race. Run just at sunset. The majority of it under the lights. For, by race's end, night would completely fall.
"There are big lights all around the track. I'll be fine."
"It's okay to be afraid of things."
"Yeah," Dusky huffed. "If you're a mouse. I'm not a mouse. I'm a rabbit."
"So, that makes you impervious to ... fears?"
"It should," was his serious response.
The doe sighed, looking down at her salad. And then looked back up. "Well ... why?"
"I don't know," he confessed. He cleared his throat. "Can we talk about something else? We're trying to be mates, right? Is this the kind of stuff mates talk about?"
"I don't know. I've never had a mate," she answered slowly. And she didn't believe in yiff outside of mate-ships. She adhered to her faith. Even if many chose not to ...
Dusky blinked. "What? Really?" He paused. "You're, uh ... you're ... "
"Yeah," she whispered, flushing a bit. Not saying the word. Virgin. "But I've never been mated, no ... you?"
"I've not been mated before, no," he answered. And opened his muzzle to say something more. And shut it.
But she nodded, understanding what hadn't been said. "Ah, you ... you've never been mated, but you've had more partners than you can count on both paws. Yeah?"
Dusky's ears burned. From shame. Embarrassment. Something ...
"We're just opposites, I guess. Maybe opposites attract," the doe said gently.
The rabbit, waggling ears still burning, sipped from his own water. Took a gulp or two. And put the glass down. Feeling the condensation on his paw-pads. "So," the doe said, taking a deep breath, and offering a warm smile. "How'd you get into racing? Never asked you that ... "
"I was a wild child," the rabbit said. "Didn't have any money, but ... you know, I wanted to get away from home. Couldn't afford school. I got involved in racing bikes first, you know. Like, motor-bikes, but I liked cars ... I never really liked bikes. I got a chance to drive a sprint car one time, and they liked what they saw. And, years later, here I am. Driving open-wheels."
"Years later. You make it sound like ... you're so old. You're only twenty. I mean, that's younger than me."
The rabbit tilted his head and looked her over. How old was she, exactly? He hadn't even though about it.
"Twenty-three," she supplied, as if reading his mind.
"Oh."
A slight giggle. "Yeah. I know ... mm ... but ... " She shrugged her shoulders.
"What about you, then?" Dusky asked, feeling he should counter her question. "Why do you do," he asked, "what you do?"
"Well, I like furs." She put both her hands on her water glass. But didn't pick it up. And she, smiling lightly, biting her lip a bit ... looked to the flowers on the table. "I like furs. I mean, I'm not a party-fur or anything, but I like to interact, you know. I like to help furs. Be around them. But I like media, and ... how it can reach so many souls, I guess. I don't know. Bottom line became ... I liked sports, especially, you know? But I'm kind of thin, and ... unfortunately, not blessed with any athletic skills. So, I couldn't play." She paused. "So, I decided that, hey, if I can't PLAY sports ... maybe I could do some other job related to sports, you know. There were plenty of things. And ... like, media jobs. And Adelaide's been my friend since school, and when she got a break in racing, she asked if I would manage her press and stuff, cause ... well, she's a bat AND a femme. She gets a lot of attention."
"I've noticed," Dusky said.
"Hope you're not jealous of her ... "
"I'm not," was all the rabbit said.
The doe eyed him. "She's not trying to shove it to anyone. Not trying to take anyone's glory. She's got an equal right to be here."
"I said I'm not jealous." A pause. "If anyone should be jealous, it's Lumba. She's a femme, too, but ... everyone's so in love with Adelaide."
"I don't think Lumba cares. She's very low-key."
"Yeah. Well, I'm not, but ... I don't necessarily WANT press, either," Dusky continued.
"Yeah, I've ... I saw you got fined a few times."
"Was just being honest. They know I'm going to be honest, and that's why they shove the camera in my face ... they should know to stay away. They just bait me."
"Well ... " The deer let out a breath. And picked up her glass. Sipping water. And put it back down, keeping her hands on the glass. "Well, anyway, so Adelaide got me my job, basically. That's why I'm here."
Dusky nodded. And nodded again. Looking around at the other furs ... all in their own conversations. He sniffed the air. The smell of food. The smell of warmth.
Bell-Bell fidgeted a bit.
And the rabbit looked back at her.
Her blue eyes delicately met his.
Say something, say something, Dusky told himself. Say something. "You look pretty."
A smile melted onto her face. "Thanks."
He smiled a bit at her smile. And realized he was still holding his spoon. And he put it down.
"You look," she countered, "handsome."
"You're just telling me that cause I said you were pretty. You're repaying the compliment."
"I am, yes, repaying the compliment, but I'm not doing it out of obligation ... I'm doing it cause that's honestly what I think. You are handsome."
The rabbit flushed. Breathed in through the nose, and cleared his throat.
"When you smile, it's just ... you've got a lot of youth in you."
"Is that a good thing?"
"It's very ... appealing. I can't explain it."
"Mm ... " The rabbit nodded. Picking up the menu.
"You want dessert?" Bell-Bell asked.
"No. I just ... I'm just looking." His eyes scanned the items. They had appetizers geared for certain species. Carrot-like things for rabbits. Cheese dishes for mice. Salt licks for deer. He chuckled to himself at that.
"What?"
"Nothing." He put the menu down. Letting out a breath. And he met her eyes. "I just don't like sitting still," he said honestly.
Her eyes on his, she nodded. "I know," she whispered.
"It's not that I feel trapped ... when I do, you know. When I sit still. I just ... "
" ... have to deal with things," Bell-Bell supplied.
"I'm not a coward," he whispered, as if trying to convince her.
"I know you're not," she said. "But, as I said, you have fears. It's normal to be afraid of things."
"Yeah, and I told you ... I'm not a mouse. I'm a rabbit. I shouldn't have THIS kind of anxiety, you know?" He looked around. "I mean, see that mouse over there? He's eaten EVERYTHING on his plate already. And his squirrel companion hasn't touched his own food yet. It's, like ... the mouse is instinctually afraid some-fur's gonna come and snatch away his food. Afraid he's gonna starve. So, he eats up his food as fast as he can, as soon as he gets it. He just can't, for the life of him, take the time to savor his food." A pause. "All mice are like that, I've noticed. Field ... you seen him eat?"
Bell-Bell nodded.
"He does that."
"Just the way mice are."
Dusky nodded.
"I didn't know," Bell-Bell added, "you were so interested in furry psychology."
"I just like to think about things like that. As I said, I never went to school."
"Maybe you should."
The rabbit just chuckled a bit, shaking his head slightly.
"Why not? You save up enough of your winnings, you could easily pay for it."
"I'm just not the type, Bell-Bell," Dusky said. He fidgeted a bit. "As I said, I can't sit still, you know? I'm a race car driver. I'm not a student who could ... sit as desks all day, every day, taking tests. I couldn't stand that. It's so static. I mean, you go to school, right, to get a better job, to make more money, to have a better standard of living. That's what it's for. It's not about bettering yourself, or ... it's about money. I have a job. I make more money than the average college graduate does ... by doing what I love. By racing cars. I don't need an education," the rabbit said.
Bell-Bell just listened, angular ears swivelled, cocked.
"Anyway, I just ... " The rabbit trailed. He swallowed. "Sorry, I ... didn't mean to rant at you like that."
"It's okay," Bell-Bell whispered. "I just wish you weren't so cynical."
"I don't mean to be. It's just ... the way it comes out."
The doe nodded again. "I understand."
"Do you?" the rabbit pressed. "I mean, DO you?"
She nodded again. "Yes," she whispered, meeting his eyes.
He met her eyes, too. Keeping the eye contact. And not breaking it (though he wanted to). Her eyes were so piercing. So pure. She was so much better than him. He honestly felt that. He didn't deserve a fur like her. Her kind of patience. Her kind of good nature. He felt a bit guilty ... and, in the back of his mind, he kept thinking about how he wanted to yiff her. Wanted to yiff with her. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, pushing those thoughts aside. She's more than a warm body, Dusky ... love is more than that. Control yourself. But I'm a rabbit, he responded. Yes, you are. But a sentient rabbit. With a soul. Stop making excuses ... you're not a wild animal ...
"You okay?" the doe asked, leaning forward a bit. Her hand sliding across the table. Taking his paw. Brushing it.
The rabbit shivered at the touch. His instinct flared, and he clamped down on it. He just nodded, letting out a weak breath. Heady with the scent of her. "Yeah," he whispered. "Yeah ... " He opened his eyes and smiled at her. And swallowed. "Um, it's just ... it's been forever since I've had a real conversation with anyone, you know ... been a while," he admitted, "since anyone's wanted to get to know me like this."
"Well, you're worth it," she assured (assuring herself as much as she was assuring him). She squeezed his paw.
The rabbit gulped and squeezed back.
"I, uh ... prayed for you," she told him, "last night. I've been ... actually, for a while now."
The rabbit looked to her. Feeling a bit self-conscious at that. "Praying?"
"Yeah. You know ... praying. Don't you ever pray?"
"No ... "
"Have you ever? Even once?"
The rabbit didn't answer.
"It's not that hard," she said softly. "I could teach you." A pause. "I mean, if you want ... if you want, just ask."
Dusky's eyes went out of focus for a bit. And then he blinked, tilting his head. Confused. "You prayed about me?"
"For," she corrected. "For you. Yes."
The rabbit's eyes watered. "Why?"
"Cause I love you," she answered sincerely. Delicately. As if the words were liable to shatter.
And Dusky let out a breath. And took one in. And asked (again), "Why?"
"Can't you just believe it?"
"I don't know how to have the kind of faith ... in love, in God, in anything ... that you have," was his admittance.
"It can be learned," was her response. And she sat up bit straighter in her chair, smoothing her dress. Her simple dress. Straps on the shoulders. Breezy enough (in color and design) for the muggy summer night out there. "Anyway, I ... just wanted you to know."
"Why? It's ... now, I feel all self-conscious. Like ... like I have to be living up to something now."
"You keep wanting proof that I'm in love with you. Well, I'm supplying it. I pray for you. That's proof. I'm here, sitting here, talking with you, eating with you. There's proof. The evidence is in the very air you're breathing, Dusky. So, I just ... stop trying to shoot it all down. Stop trying to blink it away."
The rabbit just looked at her. She was very unlike ... what he'd thought she would be. But, then, what had his preconceptions of her been? He wasn't entirely sure. Only, she was surprising. She was gently relentless. And pretty. Very elegant and pretty.
The doe flushed a bit at Dusky's stare.
The rabbit blinked. "S-sorry ... "
"It's okay," she assured quietly, smiling at him. "Mm ... well, maybe we should pay for the meal, and ... take a walk?"
"A walk?"
"Yeah," she said quietly.
"Like, back ... back to the infield? At the track?"
A quiet nod. "Well, we can ... if you'd be okay with just ... sleeping."
The rabbit swallowed.
"Not yiff-sleeping with each other, but ... sleeping. Resting. You know ... " A trail.
The rabbit squirmed a bit.
"You've never slept with anyone ... without yiffing them first," she realized.
The rabbit took a shaky breath. And shook his head. Not letting her see his eyes. "But, uh, that doesn't mean ... I don't wanna try. To just hold you. To just ... rest," he said quietly. He did feel tired. From many, many things. More things than he would ever let on. "I'd like to try." After all, they were trying to be mates, right? He just feared he wouldn't be able to control himself. "I'm a rabbit," he told her again.
"I'm quite aware of that," she said, smiling lightly. "But ... we can talk. Whisper to each other. And fall asleep." But her own heart was beating, beating, beating ... at a quickened pace. She wanted him, too. It wasn't that she didn't want yiff. She wanted it. Pretty badly. More badly than he probably thought. But ... she was trying to make a point to him. A point that, "I want you for more than a warm body." She took a breath. "I want to prove that to you. You're not just ... a piece of male ... meat, you know, to me. I want it to be something deeper. I just want you to understand that. Is why I'm asking that we not yiff yet ... I mean, not tonight, anyway." Her breath was shaky. Her throat dry. She took another sip of water.
And Dusky, watching her, trying to figure her out (what kind of manner of soul was she), just nodded quietly. "Okay," he whispered. And he bit his lip, smiling at her. Feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time: valued.
Bell-Bell took a deep breath and beamed, and nodded, and stood. "Shall we go?"
Dusky nodded and stood, smiling a bit more.
The skunk, paws on her waist, held her to the shower wall. The shower was small. It wasn't a luxury shower, but they could both fit in here. Standing up, they could both fit in here. And he sucked and mouthed the side of her neck ...
... as the otter, eyes hazy, panted. Water weighing down her whisker-tips. "D-did you, uh," she started, her accented voice a bit staggered, "get your ... your story done ... "
The skunk, swallowing, sucking and kissing the underside of her muzzle (forcing her to angle her nose to the ceiling), went, "Mm-mm ... uh ... " His paws ran up and down her wet, matted sides. Wet fur. "I think they'll call me ... t-tomorrow ... "
Lumba took several breaths, groping her mate's rump-cheeks. Grope, grope. "But they'll fire you ... "
"If ... if I'm forced to choose," the skunk said, settling down, "between that job and ... and this," he said, putting both his paws on her left breast right above her steady, beating heart. "I choose your heart." A breath. "If you'll let me."
"We've become mates, yes?"
"Yes."
"Then you know I will ... "
"I ... I don't wanna be just a lump on a log. I want to contribute," Welly panted, "to your life."
"I make enough money," she breathed, the jetting stream of water still running through the angled shower-head. And still pelting their furry pelts. "I make enough for the both of us ... and you can ... always," she huffed. "Uh ... uhn ... " She swallowed. The skunk was suckling one of her nipples. And tweaking the other with a paw. "You can always find a freelance writing job, or ... eventually. Don't worry ... uh," she quivered, and she bent her knees. Sinking down. Her nipple slipping out of his lips ...
... and her own lips brushing the skunk's un-sheathed, pink penis, which dribbled shower-water off the tip.
Welly, huffing, rose to the tips of his furry, black foot-paws. His white-striped tail weighed heavily with water. Sagging behind him.
"Down boy," Lumba commanded.
Welly lowered off his tiptoes.
"Mm ... " The otter, in a playful, very yiffy mood, grasped the skunk's furry, white sac. And the base of his penis, pointing it toward her muzzle. Looking at the head and slit. "Hello, cock," she purred politely.
Welly swallowed, panting. Knees wobbling. Heart pounding at her erotic ministrations.
"You seem happy," she whispered, still eying the cock, "to see me ... "
The skunk's penis notched upward just a few degrees more, filled to the brim with blood.
"Mm ... give us a kiss," she purred, and with that, her wet lips slid over the head. Enveloped just the head. And she suckled.
The skunk mewed. Actually mewed, slumping forward against the wall of the shower. "Uh, uh ... uhh ... "
The otter pulled off ... by an inch or two. Huffing. Pupils dilated. "Your ... your cock is a good kisser, darling, but ... it needs to learn how to give tongue." Welly opened his muzzle to reply to that, but ...
... she'd already slid her muzzle over the length. Farther, this time. Inches farther. As much as she could take. Letting it marinate in the heat of her mouth, and then bobbing on the length of it. Swirling her tongue on the sensitive flesh. Savoring the essence of male. The very ESSENCE of male in her muzzle. It made her heady. And Welly mewling like a cub ... she finally pulled off and smiled, looking upward. The water from the shower stream splashing off her shoulders. But she was an otter. She LOVED being so wet.
The skunk was in a bit of a daze.
But Lumba rose. Rose up, body grinding, sliding with his. As she slid her arms and paws around him and started to sway. Slowly.
And the kissing resumed. To the cheeks. The neck. The lips.
Kiss after kiss after wet, sloppy kiss. With all the panting and huffing the situation entailed.
Until Lumba twisted around, bumping her belly to the shower-wall. Lifting her heavy, rudder of a tail ... her pink, swollen pussy-lips in view. Swollen ... "Huh ... y-you're in heat," the skunk panted, licking his wet lips. His heart jumped up a speed. Femme heat, for every party involved (male and femme) ... was a treat. A yiffy dream. And, being inter-species mates, the otter and skunk needn't worry about getting pregnant.
The otter huffed for air.
"Heh ... that's why you, uh, chatted with my, uh ... penis. You're all hyped up ... "
" ... just b-breed me. P-please," she went. Breasts heaving. Her tail was lifted to the side, her legs were parted ... breed me!
"Uh, uh," the skunk quietly huffed, water spraying from his lips. His groin covered her rump, and his cock slippy-slid between her lips. Up into her vaginal canal. "Ohh ... ohh," he mewed. It was like his sensitive penis, the pink flesh of it ... it was like it was being immersed in a living, velvet pouch. More than a passage from the otter's vulva to her cervix, it was a natural, muscular sheath ... and it quivered with heat. Wet, loose, pink ...
The otter breathed raggedly, savoring the penetration. There was no more intimate act, to her, than having her mate inside her body like this. Especially knowing it felt so pleasurable for them both. They were like one fur, now. And though neither had the telepathic ability of, say, a bat, it was still a spiritual feeling. Their souls imprinting.
The skunk, growling instinctively from the throat, began to rut her from behind, panting, panting. Were he not dripping from shower-water, he would be dripping with sweat. He felt his temperature rising. His stiff, proud member appearing and disappearing in her feminine depths. Doing what it was designed to do. Doing it, most importantly, to someone he'd long admired ... and loved. And now had. He used to dream of doing this to her. His ball sac slapping audibly against her, he strained, starting to yip.
Maybe it was the water. Maybe it was because they were soaking wet and standing up. But, as she fingered her clitoris and was fucked like an animal from behind, coarse otter-barks left Lumba's throat. Bark!
Welly's mews and yips were drowned out by her instinctive sounds. Hump, hump ... the squishy sound of cock and pussy in sexual friction.
"Uhh ... uhhn ... " He heard her cum before he felt it. Before he felt the steaming hot juices squirting, sliding down his penis, and then washed away by the shower water. Her body, especially the lower half, tensed hard, as if bracing itself, and then her muscles went lax ...
The skunk rutted, shifted on his foot-paws, and mewed ... mew, mew. He tried to bark (like she had), but he could only make effeminate mews as his wet, hard cock gave way to the spasms and quivers and joys of her glorious pussy. He came, pelting her womb with white bursts of skunk seed. "Huhh ... huh! Uh!" His sac drawn tight, balls swollen, body flushed ... the skunk slumped against her soaked back. Penis giving residual twitches of orgasmic pleasure.
Lumba panted for a full minute, licking her lips, tasting a mixture of sweat and shower water. Her throat dry. Her body wonderfully weary. "Oh ... th-thank you," she breathed. "Oh ... "
Welly, eyes closed, nose on her neck ... huffed, "You ... you're beautiful. Oh, I ... you're so beautiful." He hugged her from behind.
They hugged ...
... until he pulled out of her body, cock wet, spent, and semi-erect.
She slid her legs together. Blocking the sight of semen dripping down her inner thigh ... but it was soon washed away. "The water," she realized, "is cold."
"How long have we been in here?" Welly whispered with a blink.
"I do not know." She held to his sides.
The skunk smiled. "Time flies," he quipped, trailing.
"It would appear," she breathed, sighing, smiling, turning the water off. "It would appear so ... "
And hugging, heads leaning against each other, they drip-dried.
In Dusky's trailer, the rabbit was nestled up behind the doe. She was nearly asleep. The rabbit was wearing a pair of boxers. She was wearing her panties and one of his t-shirts. They had fought the temptation to do anything physical. It was a very hot night outside, and the trailer was a bit warm, and ... so, they'd stripped down a bit. Without getting completely in the fur. They'd kissed for a few minutes. He hadn't wanted to stop. But he didn't want to force her into anything, either. So, even though they were mates now, they'd held off. Had spent a half hour talking. Whispering to each other on the couch. Falling softly asleep.
The doe breathed inward, stretching a bit (perhaps unconsciously).
Dusky held tight to her. As if afraid she would disappear. He put his nose in the back of her neck, in the fur there, and just closed his eyes and breathed.
Her last words to him before she'd begun to drift off ... had been a sleepy, "Do you ... ever have dreams, Dusky?"
"Not really," the rabbit had replied honestly. And had paused. Asking, "Why?"
"I wish we could choose our dreams," she'd said, yawning widely. "Mm ... then I could make sure my ... dreams were about you ... "
The rabbit's eyes, thinking back on her words, watered. He swallowed, a lump in his throat. And he cleared his throat and nuzzled her closer. In the middle of his bed. He could sense, from Bell-Bell's posture and rate of breathing ... that she was asleep now. And he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on her breathing. Desperate to join her. And heart racing from the heat and scent of her. At first, he'd been upset ... when she'd suggested they hold off on yiff for the first few days of their mate-ship. To let them get to know each other more. To talk and stuff. He'd thought that was stupid ...
But, as his heart welled, the rabbit truly believed that she was worth waiting for. No one before, in his life, had been worth waiting for. And she was. And he couldn't wait to love her like she deserved to be loved. He just hoped he could make her happy ... in spite of his flaws. She seemed to believe that he could.
And his fear of the dark (and all the things that came with it) seemed to be dull right now. Dull. Far and away.
And, for a change, his rest came easy tonight. And, soon, the newly-mates were dozing. Both of them. Together. | FSE |
It wasn’t the warmest of days, but it was still pleasant enough that Gooy got to enjoy herself underneath a tree in the park, completely alone on account of it being the middle of the week and around three in the afternoon. It wasn’t as if she disliked the company of others, but that place was so much better when it wasn’t overrun by families leaving their garbage all over the place or loud kids screaming as they kicked dirt up everywhere that she took the opportunity whenever she had the chance. With no breeze and just the right amount of sun, the hybrid gal could enjoy herself with her eyes closed and her body so relaxed that it even became slightly meltier than usual, dripping quietly onto the ground before being scooped back up and re-added to her form. Little did she know that she had a visitor, an admirer who had just stumbled onto the park himself and happened to catch sight of that gorgeous beauty lounging about without a care in the world, immediately thinking to himself that if he didn’t at least try and strike up a conversation, then his entire day would’ve been wasted.
The shiny Charizard, however, was not possessed of the best sense of social finesse, and though he tried to be smooth about it, there weren’t many ways one could inconspicuously cross several dozen yards of completely empty parkland in order to come sit next to someone else in a largely deserted area of it without coming off as at least slightly obvious in one’s intentions. It wasn’t made better by the fact that the poor guy was so very clearly nervous that Gooy herself, watching him through half-lidded eyes, had to stifle a few giggles once he got close enough that she could make out his expression, practically bursting out laughing when the newest arrival almost tripped over a low-lying branch and ended up nearly flat on his front in a mud puddle.
She could tell from the way he acted that there was more awkwardness in there than outright lust, which was quite the achievement given the sort of body she liked to sculpt for herself on a daily basis; being as goopy as she was gave her a high-enough degree of control over her form that she could remain modest if she wanted to, but where was the fun in that? Better to give herself the kind of curves and bottom that would turn heads anywhere she went, and a bust just ample enough for most boob-lovers to practically salivate at the thought of being able to (literally) sink their hands into it. So, for the Charizard to look more interested in striking up a genuine conversation than to try and ineffectually flirt with her was, by itself, a good first step, even if it came packaged with the most ungraceful and klutzy-looking dork that she’d ever laid eyes on. Then again, this had a charm of its own as far as she was concerned; plus, he looked cute and cuddly, so that was a plus.
Still, Gooy chose not to say anything as her would-be suitor approached her and took his place underneath the same tree, sitting at a ninety-degree angle from her and with his back to the trunk. There was an extended period of silence where the Charizard tried to come up with something to say that wouldn’t make him look even worse than he did already, with his words consistently getting stuck in his throat as he revised them a dozen times before even trying to speak them, resulting in a series of odd quasi-gagging and stuttering noises that were so precious and adorable that the Gooderene had to exercise a lot of her willpower not to just turn around and plant a kiss on that awkward, bashful little nerd that she was coming to adore so much. Even still, she refused to take the first step; if that shiny-looking dragon was going to get anything done, he’d have to break through his own embarrassment and actually do it himself; besides, she wasn’t going anywhere, so he had plenty of time.
“S-So, uh…” he finally spoke up, voice sounding far too rough and gravelly for someone who clearly had trouble even initiating a conversation without spending ten minutes preparing beforehand, “c-come here often?”
Well, it was hard not to laugh at that, if only because it was such a tired line that it had circled back from infuriatingly blasé to just plain hilarious. The Poké-gal wasn’t even thinking about how it might affect her admirer, nor how offensive it might be for him when the object of his sudden affection laughed in his face, but she couldn’t help it; after such a display of sheer awkwardness, to suddenly come out with those words, out of the whole breadth of their shared language, was too good to be true. Nevertheless, he did take the initiative to get something done, even if it was less than imaginative, and the last thing he deserved for finally doing so was to be mocked to his face, so Gooy decided to stop playing around and give the Charizard exactly what they seemed to want… or a small taste of it anyways, she wasn’t about to give herself up completely without them working for it. Still chuckling to herself, the Gooderene turned around and practically flopped onto the fire-type’s lap, her goopy self practically splattering all over it and covering their lower body almost completely, while she turned her head to face her suitor’s, a wide, alluringly inviting smile on full display for him to know that, contrary to expectations, things were actually going pretty alright, all things considered!
“Sorry for that,” Gooy replied, stifling a few giggles, “but you’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are, sweety” - she punctuated this by booping the guy on the snout, prompting a visible flinch out of them - “But yes, I do come here often… though not when most people are around, I find this place is a lot better when I don’t have to worry about random kids trying to get their dirty little paws all over me because they think I’m a bouncy castle.”
“Y-yeah, I… u-uh, I guess you’re right,” the Charized managed to mumble in response, appearing at least somewhat more comfortable now that he knew he had somehow, against all odds, actually captured the attention of the Poké-gal hybrid on top of him, “I rarely come around when uh… other people are… around, yeah. I scare people.”
“You, scare people?” the Gooderene mused, allowing a single chortle to escape from her lips, “Why, from the looks of it you could barely hurt a fly even if you were trying to do it! Not that you would, would you? Maybe I’m wrong, but one look at you and you strike me as the biggest, most loveable goober I’ve ever met in my life; I bet you even look behind you when you’re indoors just to make sure your tail isn’t hitting the walls!”
Judging from the Charizard’s reaction, that random comment had actually hit the nail on the head, seeing as he silently mouthed the words “How did…” before shaking his head and trying to regain his composure. This would’ve been easier if the difference between the two wasn’t so… obvious. The fire-type wasn’t kidding around when he said people were afraid of him, and indeed, it was hard not to at least be apprehensive of a nearly seven-foot-tall, fire-breathing, dragon-like beast whose tail was perpetually on fire and whose unique coloration made them look like they had just taken a full immersion bath in a tub full of cinders. He was used to being intimidating, and people being afraid of him, hence why the Gooderene splayed all over him activated parts of his brain that didn’t see much use; as soon as he saw her, even from a distance he knew that she’d be able to tower over him, and now that he was there and unable to move, with a goopy creature standing over eight feet keeping him pinned down and still able to look massive even when lying on his lap, the certainty was doing a lot of things for his brain that he wasn’t sure if he liked experiencing. It wasn’t made any better by where the Poké-gal was; there was no doubt in his mind that she was fully aware of what was going on between his legs, and that she said nothing about how his shaft was poking at her surprisingly cool, gelatinous body was maddening, the fire-type almost preferring if she had made a comment or two just to break the ice more thoroughly.
Instead, she just sat there, staring up at him, practically taunting him with how little in control he was of the whole situation, waiting for him to make the next move when she could very easily do it herself and move things along without even having to pretend to make an effort. Instead, everything fell onto the Charizard, the very same one who broke out into nervous sweat whenever he merely thought about what he wanted to ask, let alone what it was supposed to lead to, something that left him feeling even more nervous thanks to how awful it made him look in front of someone he fancied. Before he knew it, he was stuck in a downward spiral from which he couldn’t recover; the world was spinning around him, things were flying out of his control, the Gooderene was staring at him with bedroom eyes and the one thing he could think to do was open his mouth, throw caution to the wind and just outright ask:
“Wouldyougotoutwithme?”
“Yes,” the hybrid immediately replied, having known this is what her suitor wanted to ask from the very moment she first saw him, “yes I would. But I’m not moving anywhere, so if you’re thinking about taking me out to a nice place for dinner and a date, you’ve got another thing coming; I’m quite comfortable right here, so I guess you’re just gonna have to… figure something out~”
Her tone was meant to incite lust and lure him into a state of suggestibility, that much was clear even to the blushing fire-type, but it was also something else: a challenge. She wasn’t merely being obstinate in her refusal to get up from his lap, she was telling him that he had a chance to make something good out of it and she was waiting for him to actually go ahead and do it now that he had a chance and the most awkward part was over. And there was indeed something about it that managed to assuage some of the Charizard’s fears, or at the very least calm him down just enough that he felt capable of moving forward now that he knew that he was safe for the time being… and wouldn’t he know it, this realization alone was more than enough for his body to take the lead on its own and make the first move without consulting its owner, at least judging from the Gooderene’s reaction when she felt something poking her around the belly area, something far bigger than what had already been there for quite some time!
It’d be disingenuous for Gooy to claim that she hadn’t felt her admirer’s package trying to force its way into her slimy body by sheer force of arousal alone; after all, she was in the best place to experience it and her body was the right kind of consistency where it embraced and enveloped that cock and pair of balls just perfectly enough for her to feel its contours as it grew to full mast… or at least what she assumed was full mast. Now that the question was popped and the Charizard next to her was finally relaxing a bit, it quickly became obvious that what she thought had been his full size was nothing more than a small appetizer for what the fire-type was truly hiding, so much so that after just a few seconds of his body allowing itself to enjoy the feel of Gooy’s own, the Poké-gal had to shuffle off from where she was lying down just to give that immense shaft room to grow, and after flipping back around to face her would-be lover, her eyes opened wide and her jaw practically unhinged at what she saw waiting for her.
She had expected something big, as befitting not just a hunky dragon such as her suitor, but one of such rare breed as well; it wasn’t every day that a shiny Charizard showed up out of nowhere, especially one so bold as to approach her like this one did. But Gooy could never have expected to loop back around and find herself staring at a cock that was big enough to rival her partner-for-the-day’s entire torso, about as long as his upper body was tall and just as girthy as his torso was wide, accompanied by a set of heavy, obviously-stuffed orbs underneath that were each already big enough that the poor thing would probably have some trouble walking if he got back on his feet and tried waddling around. The Gooderene didn’t know if this was their natural size or the result of him being so shy that he rarely had his package serviced by someone who knew what they were doing, but whatever the case may be, she knew one thing had to happen: she had to get her hands on that thing.
Not even waiting for any kind of prompt or permission, the Poké-gal threw herself at that enormous pillar of cockmeat, immediately wrapping her tits around its base and slowly moving up as she knelt next to it, hoping that her height would be enough to let her reach the tip without too much trouble, something that turned out to be deliciously true when she reached eye-level with that bubbling cauldron of pre that was already leaking all over itself and giving her bust something to be glazed in as she continued to work that shaft as best as she could. She didn’t mind the copious covering though; being as goopy and malleable as she was allowed Gooy to make good use of all of that filling precum the moment it slathered itself all over her tits, absorbing it into her body and transferring all of its (admittedly small) mass into her bust.
This way, not only could she keep her slimy consistency at the absolute perfect level, but was also able to give her lover a pair of breasts that just kept slowly getting bigger the longer she moved them around, something that was certain to delight him as much as it did her. The hybrid kept this up for quite a while, allowing the Charizard’s incredibly hyperactive cum factories to add enough pre onto her breasts that they swelled up at least half a dozen cup sizes, becoming slightly unwieldy to move around but providing for just the right amount of size that Gooy didn’t think twice before moving to the next part of her “plan”: opening her mouth wide and shoving that cock directly into it.
Given the size of that Charizard, both his body and that immense package of his, one could forgive Gooy for assuming that his stamina would, if not match, then at least live up to the idea created by their imposing body. Not only was the fire-type a rare specimen to begin with, but surely someone possessed of a male apparatus of that girth and productivity would be able to go for goodness knows how long before having to blow their load, which was precisely why the Poké-gal decided to give it her all and completely disregard any semblance of foreplay or escalation, throwing all of her energy into the proverbial ring and showing her lover du jour just what she herself was made out of.
Bouncing her tits onto the male’s base and making sure that they kept a firm grip on his shaft on their way up, the Gooderene made short work of the poor guy’s endurance, leaving him whimpering and begging for her to keep going in a record-breaking couple of… seconds. It was a bit too quick for her liking, but then again it fit perfectly with the way the Charizard behaved up until then; besides, it’d been a while since she had last been with someone so unashamedly submissive, so it wasn’t as if it was entirely without merit. The problem arose when she suddenly felt and heard something (or rather, a pair of something) churning and clenching, quickly followed by the cock she had in her mouth bulging out and its tip erupting with a full load of the dragon’s cum, delivered without even so much as a warning!
If not for Gooy being as acquainted as she was with explosions of this variety, plus the fact that her body was mostly slimestuff that was barely even properly solid at the best of times, she probably would’ve gagged with just how much of it there was. The spunk itself was almost impossibly thick, feeling more like syrup than the usual stuff, and yet it flowed with speed that didn’t at all mesh with its consistency; one could only imagine that the Charizard must’ve been desperate for any sort of release, because there was no way any regular partner would be able to take one of his climaxes without having their airways clogged in the process. Perhaps this is why he exploded so quickly; absent any proper stimulation for who knows how long, all it really took was the Gooderene’s tender touch for the barriers to be broken and the fire-type to completely lose it. Either that, or his bulky frame was just for show and didn’t come with all of the perks usually attached to it.
Whatever the case, and regardless of how thick and viscous that cum was, Gooy didn’t budge even an inch. In fact, she went so far as to roll her eyes up so that she could have them face the Charizard’s own, making sure that he knew just how much she was enjoying having her throat bulge out like that, what felt like gallons of spunk being delivered straight into her body in a way that honestly made it impossible for her not to use it. Given her unique physiology, and the fact that she was still holding her tits around the dragon’s shaft, there was no reason not to divert some of that mass directly into her bust once again, giving her lover a front row seat to watching those two already-enormous tits quietly bubble and pop as they were expanded from within, the hybrid adding as much size to them as she could get away with, all while still holding onto most of the Charizard’s release within her body proper, waiting for the perfect opportunity to put it to good use later.
In the meantime though, her partner would be getting a nice eyeful of a rack that just kept growing towards him, until most of the space between the two was dominated by two breasts that weighed heavily down on the fire-type’s lap, and all-but completely enveloped the entire length of his cock, minus the small bit at the very end where the Poké-gal was still hungrily slurping down every last drop that she was given. By the end, after she was certain her lover was bone-dry, she finally allowed her head to move back, loudly popping the seal she had made with her mouth over that gorgeous male’s tip and allowing her tits to completely bury that wonderful shaft she’d been servicing. It was then, and only then, that Gooy realized that they weren’t done yet.
She expected to look down and see that her partner for the day was completely empty, along with a size like the one he had initially presented himself with: barely there and retracted back into their body like a good overgrown lizard. Instead, what she actually saw were two colossal nuts still at maximum bloated size and apparently full enough that they managed to hold up her own tits with very little squish to them, still gurgling aggressively even as the dick they were pumping cum into continued to leak with the Charizard’s seed.
It brought to mind a great number of ideas for what she could do with such a productive partner, all of which required ignoring the frantic pleas for forgiveness for having “failed” to live up to “expectations” that the fire-type was trying to get out in between moans and groans of pleasure. In fact, why should she bother with speaking at all, when the best thing to do would be to just move back, dragging her colossal bust with her in the process, flip around, and then present her so-far untouched rear to the very same male who had just proven to be capable of going for a second round? Her mouth and tits had their fill (and quite literally so, at that), so why not go for the other side of her body? The Gooderene could barely hold back her excitement and giddiness as she leaned onto her two chest pillows and allowed her weight to fall onto them, giving her plenty of leverage to wiggle her perky butt around and even plump it up slightly with some of the vast stores of protein she had inside of her, thoroughly confusing the Charizard; yet, at the same time, giving him just the right message and signals he needed so that he could tell what he was supposed to do. Still took him a little bit before he got with the program and actually sunk his claws into her ass in order to get up and start plowing it properly, but once the draconic got into the swing of things, muscle memory took it from there.
She didn’t have to give him instructions or provide any more encouragement than she had already; the moment Gooy’s partner got on his two feet and wobbled over to get a better grip on both her and the ground was the moment that he put that still-erect, torso-length cock of theirs to good use by sandwiching it between both of the Poké-gals cheeks, hotdogging it so thoroughly that they had to actually put some of their back strength into getting it out thanks to the Gooderene’s sticky body. Not that they would do such a thing, of course; better that they keep bucking their hips to try and extract as much pleasure and enjoyment out of it possible, better that they keep literally doing what they would do when shoving that member into a hole, but without the need to be inside anything, his lover’s ass being of such a grand magnitude that the simple embrace of her supple asscheeks was enough to get him going about as easily er her boobjob-slash-blowjob had.
This, of course, presented a few issues when it came to self-control; it didn’t matter how much he wanted to hold back, his body just wasn’t used to that sort of stimulation, especially coming from a partner who was more than willing to make sure everyone in a mile radius could hear her moan and begg for him to go harder. If he didn’t do something about it, he’d end up exploding just as easily as he had before… which is precisely why, now that he had surrendered control of his body to his more primal side, the Charizard’s carnal senses began to hold themselves back, or rather, hold his next climax back.
Had anyone asked him, he wouldn’t be able to explain how that was even possible, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he was now keeping himself from orgasming properly when he desperately needed to, and this had immediate effects on his body the moment it was put into place by his ridiculously lust-addled alter-self that he allowed to take over until he was satisfied. Whatever that mental creature wanted to do, it apparently involved getting his nuts to back up and be pent up so hard that they began to visibly swell, this time not just from arousal, but thanks to all the seed they should be pumping out by that point being forced to remain inside of his body, no matter how much that shouldn’t be happening.
Both orbs slammed into the ground in just a few moments, expanding in every direction as they swelled and bloated with unspent spunk, the Charizard having to readjust himself so that he could have those things behind him rather than between his legs, lest he end up being lifted off the ground because of it. Even still, it was starting to affect his performance, especially considering he didn’t have nearly enough room between the growing wall of nutflesh behind him, already rising to start pressing against his lower back, and the immense rear whose cheeks he was thrusting in between right in front of him; and while this might’ve been doable if his partner kept on doing what she had been up until then, that being producing some of the loudest, lewdest noises he’d ever heard in his life, it certainly wasn’t possible after the Gooderene decided that, instead, the best thing she could do would be to start actively taunting him.
It started off easily and simply enough, with her demanding that he go faster, deeper or harder, but soon progressed to the point where Gooy was actively mocking him (or so he assumed; to Gooy herself, this was nothing but the height of encouragement) about how he was wrapped around her middle finger and would do anything she wanted him to do, or how he was such a “good little breeder” that would do anything for such a “strong, dominant amazon” like herself. And while this was nothing if not completely true, especially given the Charizard’s usual demeanour, the situation the two were in was anything but usual; after all, the Gooderene was lying on her front and allowing a draconic fire-type to thrust and buck into the middle of her asscheeks without any kind of safety precautions or back-up plan in case they went feral and started to fuck her in earnest, and given how she was fully aware of how massive his nuts were becoming… this might just have been her plan to begin with. All that the Charizard knew was that his mind, his conscious sense of self, very quickly left the building entirely while his whole body was taken over by a rampaging sex beast who desired nothing more than to fuck and to rut, to take this gorgeous slime goddess and show her just what he could do when he wasn’t holding himself back.
With no warning, he leaned forward and grabbed her lower body, twisting her around so that the Poké-gal would be lying on the grass with her back to it, knocking the wind out of her sails and leaving her surprised and stunned for just the right amount of time that he could dislodge his cock from between her cheeks, spread her legs wide open, flash her a large, toothy grin… and then dig right in without any preparation or foreplay either.
One moment she was fine, the next Gooy had to contend with a rod too big for her to handle being plunged into her nethers at full strength and speed, her voice cracking as she tried to keep a grip on herself and her physical form, desperately holding onto whatever physicality she still had left before her whole body just melted completely from overstimulation. Not that she’d have much of a choice in holding onto her shape, because after taunting and teasing the Charizard for so long, not to mention outright giving him something that pushed every button he had several times over, even his carnal desire for more couldn’t hold back against the literal tides of cum waiting to burst forth and flood not the world, but the insides of that amazingly beautiful creature that he had just randomly stumbled upon not half an hour ago.
It seemed almost impossible that in such a short time he went from walking towards the park to barely being able to move his hips after his two nuts became bigger than he was each, but there he had it: countless gallons of his spunk needing a place to be vented into, and once that was given to him, once his cock was safely lodged within the Gooderene, fully hilted and ready to go, there wasn’t a single thing on the planet that could hold him back.
By that point, there had been dozens of denied climaxes that needed to be unleashed, and unleashed they were; when the floodgates opened, the last thing Gooy saw was her own belly blimping outwards before she was completely buried by it, leaving her stuck to the ground, helpless and unable to move, as she felt her body being stretched to the breaking point and beyond, not just lacking the ability to do anything about it, but the will as well. Why should she stop it when it was the best thing she’d ever experienced in her life? Why bother putting brakes on the whole thing when she could feel her insides being pumped fuller and fuller with each load, each rope of cum, each ounce of it being made to paint her insides even whiter than they already had been while her physical form became little more than a large, cum-stuffed spherical belly with a tiny torso attached to it underneath? It felt downright criminal to want it to stop, even when it kept going past the five minute mark and the top of her cumgut’s curvature was already several feet above the tree the two were near to… or would be, if it hadn’t uprooted the damned thing and broke it in half already!
And yet, throughout it all, even when ten minutes passed and the Charizard still showed no signs of stopping, there was only one thing on her mind:
When could they have their second date? | yiff-extreme |
Title: How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 15
Tags: diwata, group, nonhuman, tikbalang, non-human, group sex
The first sign was a sudden craving for the sour bite of crisp, unripe mangoes with salty, garlicky, fermented shrimp paste—*manggang hilaw at bagoong*—in the wee hours. The next was the sudden simmer of bile in Jinx's gut, a rising gorge akin to a volcano releasing magma to the surface through a vent with pyroclastic intensity.
It was all the diwata could do to hold the burning rising up her esophagus in until she got to the bathroom of Cocoy's apartment so she could hurl out the *taho* that had been such sexy fun just a few hours ago.
Kidlat had heard their diwata's distress through the open bathroom door and peeked in.
"What else did you eat besides the *taho* and the *merienda* at Mom's?" The tikbalang knelt beside Jinx and gently took her now-long locks in one big hand to pull them away from the porcelain throne into which she was making overly intimate confessions, literally from her gut.
"*Tamod*. From a tikbalang and a bayot." Jinx's wry answer echoed between momentarily dry heaves from inside the white bowl before she resumed tossing her *taho* into it. *I can't believe that something that has been so much fun thus far could create such smelly side-effects.*
The smell of bile mixed with the sickly sweetness of regurgitated *maja blanca* and *taho* as another heave deposited a literally steaming pile of the stuff into the water of the bowl. Water that sizzled and evaporated. Jinx hit the flush handle just as the acidic steam rose up.
The fresh water rushing into the bowl caught her next heave-ho, and it cooled some of the projectile vomit enough to throw small black pebbles to surface before they sank to the porcelain bottom with muffled little clinks.
"What on earth is wrong with you, anyway? You were just fine earlier..."
"She's pregnant." Cocoy's voice drifted over Jinx and Kidlat from the open door. "Fucking several times a day will do that to a female, especially since we didn't always use condoms, dude."
Cocoy took a metal bucket from the cabinet under the sink and half-filled it with water. Then he tapped Kidlat on the shoulder and took hold of Jinx's thick curtain of black hair, cocking his head to the side in a silent command to Kidlat that he'd take over.
The bayot steered Jinx's head to the bucket with care. He was pretty sure he could feel more than one heartbeat under the pads of the fingers he'd placed on her neck: One strong, steady beat that belonged to their diwata and a softer, faster one—maybe two.
"Throw up here, love," he said quietly as Kidlat moved aside so Jinx could switch confessionals. "Rub her back, Kid. That should help."
"Pregnant? Don't diwatas just, I don't know, come into being? In mountains?" The tikbalang sounded as confused as Cocoy felt. All he knew of diwata biology, so far, was how hot these women were—literally and figuratively. *I should have paid more attention to the things outside our fighting and fucking, stupid tikbalang that I am.*
Kidlat's big hands felt so good to Jinx. So did Cocoy holding her hair and steadying her chin so it didn't hit the bucket's lip. *Now, if only this Exorcist audition would stop...*
"I don't have any explanations for this, either, Kidlat," Cocoy said while Jinx heaved into the bucket again, raising another puff of acrid steam. "But I do know no kid of ours is going to be left at the foot of any damn mountain."
"Presuming she is pregnant, hell, no, we're not leaving any kid of ours to the elements—even if his mom is a diwata." Kidlat felt as militantly protective of their still-unconfirmed progeny as Cocoy was. "But what does one do with a pregnant diwata? What kind of prenatal care does she need?"
*What the ever-lovin' fuck? Pregnant?* Jinx would have spat those words out if she weren't so occupied with ejecting breakfast. *Do diwatas even get pregnant? And if I'm pregnant I sure as HELL am keeping the kid. This baby, if it exists, will have a goddamn family that won't up and leave. That changeling shit is so panahon pa ng Katipunan.*
"I have NO idea." Cocoy shook his head at the tikbalang. "Let's just get past this vomiting, because the liquid in the bucket is starting to simmer and we're going to need to do something about this unless we want to see how superheated fluid can smelt metal." *Since neither of them is thinking straight, that's my job, I guess. Haynaku.*
"Oh, Gods of War." Kidlat dumped the contents of the hot bucket into the tub and managed to refill it using the handheld showerhead in time to cool the next wave of Jinx's projectile bile.
"Mrphrghlh—aaaaack! Haaaaaaack!" *Morning sickness shouldn't happen at lunchtime*, Jinx thought in an attempt to ease the stress of the situation. Not that it helped.
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Cocoy went to answer the door. Again. It was as if an unending stream of diwatas was constantly walking through his apartment—which wasn't small by any measure since the North Syquia Apartments building was one of the old apartelles and boasted of plenty of floor area.
However, the sheer number of beings walking about his space was disconcerting. Sinukuan, whose deep physical scars were fading, was seated on Cocoy's plush sofa-bed, fussing over Jinx as if she were Jinx's mom. Some other diwatas were touching Jinx's still-flat belly in wonderment and asking pregnancy-related questions like "you had morning sickness? What was that like? What do you mean it doesn't just happen in the morning?"
Kidlat was in one corner of the living room, listening intently to Adora and Makiling, who were talking pretty much simultaneously. Cocoy was circulating about the room, offering to fetch drinks or food for their influx of guests.
From what the bayot could piece together of the bits of conversations he'd picked up, diwatas didn't do pregnant. They'd never done pregnant—until Jinx, of course. They were also arguing quietly with her when she'd said she wasn't going to do the changeling thing with the baby.
"We're going to raise the baby as a family," Kidlat said firmly, ending that argument. "No one else gets responsibility for our child. That's a Batumbakal kid and we don't do fostering."
Cocoy had emerged from the kitchen with yet another tray of *mamon* and *salabat* when all the chatter stopped and every eye in the room was locked on him.
"You told Jinx she was pregnant," Sinukuan said as she rose from the sofa. "Would you mind explaining how you knew, bayot?"
Cocoy took a deep breath, set the tray he was bearing down on a coffee table, and spoke in even tones. "My intuition told me so. Well, that and the fact that there was no other reason for her to be evacuating her breakfast into the toilet that I knew of—and she hasn't left my line of sight since Biak na Bato."
"*Mamon* and *salabat*?" Kidlat took up the tray and began offering its contents to the guests who still didn't have any of the soft butter cakes or hot ginger tea.
"You are marrying Jinx, tikbalang, bayot?" Adora's query shot across the room with an imperious ring to it. "You do know that any creature who wants a diwata in his or her life will have to do *paninilbihan*?"
"Actually, no." Kidlat answered with just as much imperiousness. "What would that involve?" He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his puffed-up chest. "I am sure Cocoy and I would be up to it."
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Pepe's Pole looked brand new, considering that it had a beautiful new coat of pearlescent blue paint and silver trim, courtesy of Cocoy, who had also agreed to do a series of mini-concerts onstage there once a month for a year—all as part of the *paninilbihan* for Jinx's hand in wedded bliss.
Kidlat had re-tiled the roof with the finest terra-cotta roofing his money could buy, and he'd done the heavy lifting for the new furniture Adora and the other diwata had selected for the interiors, which Cocoy had also repainted.
The bayot had also replaced the carpets and wallpapers at the mountain guardians' request while the tikbalang hefted barrels of wine, rum, beer and cases of quality hard liquor. Kidlat walking about shirtless in the summer sun with a slight sheen of sweat and all muscles flexing was sheer heaven for Cocoy and Jinx, not to mention an audience of admiring diwata. Every now and then, Kidlat would take a short break to kiss Jinx soundly, or goose Cocoy and send him a hot look that promised more hot sex after the *paninilbihan* was done.
"Watch those muscles flex," Makiling said, making appreciative sounds as she fanned Jinx on one of the hammocks Jinx's men had set up in the shade of a mango tree in the front yard of the bar. "You are one lucky bitch, you know that?"
"I know." Jinx was smug as she lowered the shades over her changed eyes. "I have the best man-meat in the world and it is being displayed to full advantage." She picked up the icy kalamansi slushie by her side and took a long swallow of the drink without taking her eyes off Cocoy's rippling back while he ran a brush laden with the final coat of silver paint over the window frames.
"This *paninilbihan* thing is fun. It's good to be able to order these beefcakes around, especially since they're shirtless," Makiling said between giggles.
"Careful, hon," Jinx cautioned as she took a sliver of green mango and dipped it into a small bowl of bagoong. "Those beefcakes are mine." She bit into the mango slice with a snap and a warning look at Makiling.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I know they're yours. I'm just looking."
"Good. Keep it that way."
The manual labor for the bayot and tikbalang took the rest of the day and went on well into the night, when the diwatas rewarded them with an impromptu bridal shower complete with gifts for all three of them: A dress made of actual lava for Jinx, a beautifully woven *tapis* of gold and silver cloth matched by an ornate gold breastplate and headdress with silver beads for Cocoy, and an ethereal barong Tagalog of deep blue shot with gold and silver threads in traditional geometric designs of lizards and mountains for Kidlat.
The *paninilbihan*, after all, was a physical expression of betrothal, one that Jinx's men more than eloquently made clear to her sisterhood of diwatas. They were satisfied that the tikbalang and bayot meant business when they said they loved Jinx. They would never have been able to renovate Pepe's Pole so quickly or so well otherwise.
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The trio decided to retire to Jinx's home after they'd opened the other gifts they'd been given, including some interesting items Banahaw called "sexytimes essentials," and various rocks and gems that gave them entry to each diwata's domain.
Adora had, by some arcane means, produced items molded from Mt. Pinatubo's wealth of lahar to distribute among all the others, too: Ashtrays, paperweights, phalluses and the molded ashfall version of Baguio City's man in a barrel. These items would make it easy for the diwatas to arrive at the wedding ceremony.
Jinx felt much better after all the fussing she'd thoroughly enjoyed, but she was more than ready to have her men to herself again. Basking in diwata envy was fun, but the reason for that envy asserted itself again. Her guys had been touching her with every chance they'd gotten, surreptitiously rubbing the sensitive points of her neck, back and arms, getting her all hot and bothered. She wanted them, and she wanted them right the fuck now.
Once the front door was shut and locked behind the three of them, Jinx wrapped an arm about each of her lovers and took the opportunity to thoroughly explore their mouths with hers. She released them only to pull the plackets of her snap-front blouse open and pull Cocoy's blue t-shirt off so she could lick at his yummy chest, and tease his nipple piercings with her hot tongue.
Kidlat kicked his shoes off and shucked his jeans while Cocoy was stripping him of his white tee. Getting naked in record time was becoming a habit among the three of them, not that he had any objections. Them, naked and pleasuring each other was the best way to end a hard day at work in his book.
"Hey, Jinx, easy, love," Cocoy said on short breaths as Jinx ripped at his jeans zipper. "I'm not going anywhere— " Whatever else the bayot had to say was cut short by a rough, hungry kiss from Buhawi, who'd also thrust a hand into Jinx's hair because she was licking up the tikbalang's legs.
"Get her to the dining table, Cocoy." Kidlat's eyes were glazed with desire, yes, but they also glittered with command. "It's time for a midnight snack of hot, wet *puki, pecho* on the side."
"Sounds good, Kid." Cocoy picked Jinx up and carried her half-naked body to the dining room while Kidlat rummaged in a trunk by the dining room sideboard for something.
The bayot laid Jinx down softly on the table, stripping her of shoes and clothes slowly, his eyes holding her enthralled and still with the flames of want that lit them.
When Kidlat returned to his now naked lovers, he was carrying what looked like sinewy green rope in his hands.
"*Tanikala*."
The command word the tikbalang spoke brought those ropes to life, and they wrapped in gentle but sturdy coils around Jinx's wrists, tugging those wrists out to spread her arms over the table. The ropes grew and twined beneath the tabletop to coil around the diwata's ankles and pull her legs apart, securing her ankles to the legs of Jinx's petrified wood table.
Cocoy picked his backpack up from the foyer table where he'd dropped it, rummaged, upended the bag on the sideboard and took the naughty gifts the other diwatas had given them and picked up a pair of sapphire spheres.
"I wonder how these work?" The bayot's killer dimples were out, bracketing his impish grin. "We really should find out, shouldn't we, Kid?"
"We should, 'Coy." The tikbalang smiled darkly, devilishly at Jinx, who was lying spread-eagled, totally open to them. "Then we should give her a show." He took the orbs from Cocoy, and bent to lick a pert breast. Cocoy bent to kiss Jinx, one hand in her hair and the other teasing her other breast, tugging at a hardened nipple. "We're going to make you so wet, diwata of ours. Then we'll play with you and get you all hot with these balls while we do a bit of man-on-man preparation for our manwich."
Kidlat skimmed Jinx's skin with one hand, bringing it to her breast so he could massage the aroused flesh firmly while he increased suction on her nipple, nipping it lightly and circling the bud with his tongue.
"You like that, goddess? I'll be doing the same thing to your *tinggil*. Get you soaked. Lick and suck you like an ice cream cone on a hot day."
Cocoy's hot whispers made Jinx writhe, the firm tug of his other hand on the nipple Kidlat wasn't laving and sucking coincided with a love bite from Kidlat that brought her to the edge of orgasm.
"Ooooohmyyy*GULAY*!" Her back arched as one of Kidlat's hands found her wet slit, and gave her a playful slap that brought her clit to attention. Fingers slick with her wanting rubbed her sweetly, on her outer labia, then inside, lightly, maddeningly. She canted her hips up to increase the pressure. The tikbalang spread her labia with forefinger and ring finger. All the better for his middle finger to rub the exposed head of her wet clit in slow circles that had Jinx chanting his name, and Cocoy's.
She felt another mouth on her other breast and closed her eyes against the ecstasy of having both breasts given such passionate kisses, full of tongue and teeth. Then she felt a cool, hard touch between her *puki* lips. Someone was rubbing one of the balls against her clit, her cunt, and pushing it in, then repeating the process with the other ball.
A mouth on her clit had her opening her eyes on a gasp, her breath coming as quickly as her hammering heart when that mouth began to suck and lick at her almost painfully sensitive clit with the most pleasurable lack of mercy she'd ever felt. She looked down to meet Cocoy's eyes, which were almost black with the intensity of his feelings, her orgasm shooting her past the known universe when the balls began vibrating hard against her g-spot and Kidlat began suckling at each of her breasts in turn with urgent pulls of his mouth.
*It's a good thing I'm bound to this table because I think I'd fly off it if I weren't*, Jinx thought. *Oh, my gulay, thank goodness we're not going to die, because my heart would explode if I were still human. So good.*
Kidlat eased off on Jinx's breasts, leaving them throbbing and wet while the sapphire balls continued to elongate her orgasm, holding her bound in ecstasy just as well as the ropes bound her to her table.
He went up behind Cocoy, enfolding the bayot in a rough masculine embrace that brought his *tarugo* up against the small of the bayot's back and the cleft of his ass. Kidlat made a trail of licks and bites along the side of Cocoy's neck, his hands going around to the bayot's groin to enclose Cocoy's hard cock and drawn-up balls.
"F-fuck, that's so hot," Jinx said, watching Kidlat kissing Cocoy. She was enthralled by the graceful movements of the tikbalang's hands as he lavished Cocoy's cock and balls with rough caresses that left the bayot breathing hard, his head thrown back against the tikbalang's shoulder. "*Ohmygulay*, I'm c-coming again!"
Cocoy reached back with both hands, giving the tikbalang as good as he got and planting a wet, messy kiss on Kidlat's mouth.
*I will never, ever grow tired of this*. Jinx forced her eyes to stay open, no matter how much her body's paroxysms of pleasure would have made them close. *I am not missing this beautiful show for the world*. Her men were so gorgeous together, completely masculine and so open with their pleaure. She could feel them at the same precipice of pleasure's abyss as she was.
"*Kalag*!"
Cocoy's hoarse command made the vines unravel from Jinx's wrists and ankles.
"We need you in this manwich, goddess. Come here." Kidlat was beckoning her with an intense, almost angry look on his face—that look that told her time and again that she was in for a hard ride.
Jinx knelt between her men, taking one, then the other down to her throat and sucking hard, flicking her tongue along their cocks as they kissed and stroked her and each other.
They eventually wound up in a proper standing manwich, with Cocoy fucking her pussy first. Kidlat slid home in her slick *puki* and she pulsed around him in a hard clench as Cocoy slid into her anally.
Tikbalang and bayot rocked the diwata they had suspended between them slowly, feeling each other pump into her in an alternating rhythm that made speech impossible.
Jinx kissed each man in turn, her breaths coming out in pants and moans as they built their strokes up to a crescendo of sighs, moans and yells that were the perfect counterpoint to a blindingly hot exchange of bodily fluids.
"Oh my Gods, I love you both," Cocoy couldn't hold the words back, even if he barely had the breath to speak after they all staggered into Jinx's bed. "And I love our kids."
"Kids? Plural?"
"Yes, Jinx. Kids. Plural. I believe we're the parents of twins."
"Whoa, twins, Cocoy?" Kidlat's shock quickly faded into delight and even more love for the bayot, and the pregnant goddess lying between them. "*Inay* is going to freak, in a very good way. Twins..."
"Say the men who don't have to shove twins out of a very narrow puki in after several more months."
"We'll spoil you silly over those months, our love," Cocoy said with a happy laugh. He pulled Jinx against his chest in a one-armed hug. "We'll spoil you forever."
"Oh, yes, we'll spoil her," Kidlat kissed the top of Jinx's head and pulled her back against his chest for a kiss. "We love you."
"We also love the pregnancy hormones that make you so horny," Cocoy said against Jinx's breasts. "I can't wait to see these get bigger."
"I can't wait to see this get bigger," Kidlat uttered huskily against Jinx's back as his hands came to rest on the still-flat planes of her belly. "It would be so sexy, fucking our personal Villendorf Venus in a few more months."
"Oh, c'mon, dudes," Jinx huffed as she tried (and failed) to catch her breath as her men stroked her oversensitive body. "I doubt if you'll find beached whale me sexy."
"We find you more than sexy, love," Cocoy nuzzled his words against the shell of Jinx's ear, making her squeal from the tickling of his breath. "We'll not be able to keep our hands off you."
"Are you kidding? We won't be able to keep ourselves out of you—or each other. This is going to be a very happy pregnancy for all three of us." Kidlat rolled under Jinx as he said this, easing his still-hard erection into her slick heat. He looked to Cocoy, who was headed to the bathroom to wash himself up. "Don't bother with a washcloth, loverboy. Just get back here quick as you can."
Cocoy did as he was bid, sliding back into bed with his lovers. He bent over Kidlat's head, intent on licking them where they joined while Kidlat took him deep into his throat and Jinx clutched at his head while she fucked Kidlat slow and deep.
The three betrothed eventually fell asleep as the sun rose—but not before they'd short-circuited their brains on the best sex they'd ever had with each other thus far.
Forever was starting out on a very good note indeed.
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Grandchildren! If Bulan was given any more reason to be a martinet about the preparations for Kidlat's wedding to his bayot and their diwata, the idea of another Batumbakal grandkid was exactly what she needed to make Mt. Pinatubo presentable for it.
The First Priestess hopped into Giselle, Buhawi's red Range Rover Defender, and put pedal to the metal to get to the Zambales town of Botolan at the foot of Jinx's volcano. Ulap was already there, overseeing the needed weather phenomena and consulting with Indianale and Aman Sinaya and other necessary deities for the otherworldy aspects of the ceremony.
She'd marshalled Amihan and Habagat—Waki, too—so they could source the liquor and victuals in Manila and Pampanga, respectively. No wedding feast was complete without quality booze and food. She also had to find a suitable cave for the light-sensitive *malignos* who were invited. The *manananggals* and *aswang* would appreciate the cool dankness of a cave, after all. The siokoy would enjoy the lake, and put on a lovely aquatic dance for the threesome at the feast, and that meant making sure they had plenty of good seafood.
The diwatas assured her that Jinx's wedding dress would be their contribution to the affair, as well as a choir of singers to serenade the gathering.
Bulan's hurry was all about getting the place properly blessed and protected from prying eyes, and that would take a while. She also checked in on Buhawi and Tala over the speakerphone while she was on the road. This new generation of Batumbakals meant she and Ulap could finally enjoy more time together—and that thought excited her just as much as the prospect of spoiling her coming grandchildren did. All was good with her worlds. | literotica |
Title: New in Town by Zephyrwulf
Tags: Character Development, Fantasy, Striptease
\*I'm still developing the characters and the world that they live in so please have a little more patience. The story should be getting significantly steamier after this chapter. I'll try to make it worth the wait. Thanks for reading. Z
Chapter 2 New in Town The road to the village was a well kept, packed, dirt one and Andre's new form wasn't the least bit tired when he strolled into town. He glanced down one empty street and turned to find only more emptiness. Part of him was relieved to find the town deserted, it would give him a chance to find something to clothe himself with. The other part, however, found it odd that a sizeable village such as this would be this empty during mid morning. For the time being he ignored this little niggling doubt and headed for a clothes line that hung between to buildings. On it, he found a pair of trousers and a loose cotton shirt that fitted him quite nicely. He had just pulled the shirt over his head when a bell rang out from a nearby tower, its tones low and almost harsh to his ears. As it reverberated in the alleys, its tone was replaced by a far more ominous sound, the sound of metal on metal and the percussive tromping of marching troops. Feeling that it would be unwise to remain outdoors much longer he slipped into the nearest building. Inside, he found himself in a smoky, dimly lit room. He walked along the back wall to a nearby empty table and sat down. The patrons of the establishment seemed to all be staring at a small stage which projected out from the back wall. A velvet purple curtain encircled the stage, its luster enhanced by the dim candle light. Then, almost unnoticeably, a sultry, mysterious song faded in from a small band that Andre had not noticed. He leaned back and directed his attention to the stage. The velvet curtain began to rise and a dense fog poured over the edge. At center stage stood a mare with glistening black fur and a large fan made of feathers in each hand. She started to move to the music, the fans sweeping the air while at the same time concealing her body. It suddenly dawned on Andre that he had stumbled into the village's strip bar. He laughed softly to himself, and returned his attention to the dancer, who was now gyrating her hips against a fan while lowering herself towards one of the clients. She placed her knees on either side of his head and pumped the air in front of him. He ran a hand along her leg and she leaned back keeping her breasts just out of his reach. She stood up and smirked at him and sauntered over to another sad creature wanting what he would never get. She continued to move slowly from one client to another, teasing them as they placed coins in a small bag tied about her waist. He slipped into a trance, mesmerized by her fluid movements. He found himself studying her curves and the way the candle light played on her crimson hair. She caught him staring and smiled at him, she continued to hold his gaze, studying him in her own turn. She half lidded her eyes and licked her lips as the trumpet hit a final brassy note. She bowed to her audience, turned and walked off of the stage, a fan covering her shapely rear. The band kicked off a lively Dixie land-ish song and a few of the building's occupants made their way over to the bar. Andre leaned back in his seat, when a cat hybrid creature set a glass down in front of him along with a hastily written note on a yellowy type of paper. He looked at the bar keep in a confused manner,
"From the dancer." Said the bar man reading his expression. Andre nodded, and took a sip of the drink as he unfolded the note. All it said was,
"Behind the bar. 20 minutes. Enjoy the drink."
It was signed F.M with a lipstick kiss below. Not knowing what to make of this development, Andre contented himself with drinking his beverage. He made it half way through before realizing, he had never had any strong liquor before and here he was, sitting in a strip club, drinking a single malt scotch. Daddy would be proud. At this thought he pushed the glass away and left the bar. He squinted against the sun as he left the hazy gloom of the bar. The marching troops had long since passed and he relaxed a bit. He turned and strode purposefully towards the alley next to the bar and turned right to find a wrought iron staircase leading up to a room on top of the bar. He climbed the stairs; his hooves clopped on the green metal. He reached the door and knocked softly, and then more forcefully after feeling how dense the wood was. The door opened a crack and a violet eye peered out at him. The door closed again and there was a sound of a chain being undone. The door swung wide revealing a room that was full of crimson velvet furniture. Red scarves hung from the light fixtures giving the room a feeling of warmth. Andre surveyed the room and then his eyes fell upon her. She had short black fur that shimmered as she walked. Her violet mane came down to her waist and shifted almost unnoticeably into her tail. She wore a gossamer robe that revealed generous bust and delicious hips. She smiled as she felt his eyes on her, she lived for the attention. | FSE |
Title: Max & Lili Ch. 02
Tags: romance, oral sex, pregnancy, romantic
Hello Dear Readers,
Can I just say writing is hard work? I know how many of you hate it when you come across a 2 or 3 pager. Truth be told, it kinda ticks me off too.
After my last submission of Max & Lili posted at just three pages, I went back and took a look - I just knew I'd written more than *that*!
Turns out that a perfectly respectable 13 pages in Word = 2 online pages. Sadly, I think that this is yet another 2 or 3 pager. The struggle continues.
And so between that, family and friend struggles, holidays and my new day job, that's been the hold up.
Following 2 separate story lines seemed like a good idea at the time -- what on earth was I thinking?
All this to say that I am sorry for leaving Max & Lili for so long.
Bear with me people
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Waiting for Jackson's recital to start, hoping my stomach holds. Listening to the annoying existential bullshit talk between the parents behind me and trying not to be ticked by the fact that Max is running late.
Come to think of it, its 10 minutes to curtain and I am the only one here. Where is everyone?
Lili's stomach does a somersault and she shifts uneasily on her seat. Leaning forward she props her elbows on her knees, arms crossed at the wrist and takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for what seems like a minute.
"You ok Lili-pie?"
"I'm good Uncle J, just tired is all."
How in the hell am I supposed to say that I am pregnant again for Max?
Lili gave a cynically bitter laugh. At least I don't have a bunch of different baby daddy's.
Uncle J was asking her something.
She snapped out of her stupor, surprised to see that children have materialized on stage.
Our Jackson is the best-looking kid up there.
My son is a little character. Insisted he wanted a proper 3-piece suit to wear.
And so his crazy aunt, my ridiculously happy newly married, sister - immediately bought him one and had it tailored to fit.
A tailored 3-piece suit for a 6 year old that will have outgrown it by the time Christmas break is over.
Here they are at last thank god. An accident had traffic snarled so the rest of the family arrives at the same time.
After a hellishly rousing game of musical chairs its determined that Max & I should sit together for Jackson's sake.
And here we go with the bullshit.
I have done well to keep my situation private; I have a few weeks yet to decide if I want to go through with this pregnancy.
My little boy is so beautiful up there. Him and his choir partner make quite the pair. She has pink hair, tied with a black and silver ribbon that coincidentally matches my son's tie.
He's still at the girls are gross stage, and I can tell he is not feeling the pairing by the way he leans away from her.
His father beside me though is the complete opposite. I know he's filming Jackson, but there is entirely no need for him to lean half of his body onto me to do so.
He smells sooo good though. God help me.
I give him a little shove and he moves back into his chair.
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Even though she's still so very angry with me, I find myself fantasizing more and more about her.
She used to give herself to me with no limits and now . . . Man, its been weeks! My appetite has been whetted and I am craving another taste.
But, no one and I mean ***no one***, does cold war better than Lili. So acutely civil that it borders on severe.
Very willingly, she gave me access to Jackson.
But as far as me, she acted like we didn't know each other, and in no way ever would again.
I tried a little flirting, and got absolutely nothing. Her only response was a very stern, very cold look.
I was sure that I had been making progress and now find myself inexplicably shut out and cut off from her, again.
That it's my fault makes it all the more galling.
The only thing that keeps me relatively sane is my training regimen. My military years have served me well and I still work out - alternating between running and lifting just about every day.
Like any good sailor, Max vowed to soldier on. Quitting was not an option.
But damned if she's not the most stubborn person I've ever seen. Nothing moves her these days - not her favorite breakfast, not jokes, nothing.
Max turned to the disgustingly happy Dax, for guidance.
"I got problems man. Problems I'm not used to having.
I was leading a nice quiet life, and now . . .
Mom is *still* angry with me, having chosen sides along party lines.
And Lili is not only angry with me, she doesn't trust me Dax.
She's not letting me in - it's a total freeze out, man. Won't even let me casually touch her. I don't know what to do about it."
"Feed her."
"What?"
My brother can be infuriatingly cryptic.
"Pay attention. Close attention. Use those NSA/FBI powers of observation if need be. Find out about her life. Discover what she wants, be it food or whatever and give it to her. Feed her.
Give it to her until she just can't take it anymore. Until she's yours - and then commit to doing it for the rest of her life. Easy."
"Just give her what she wants? "
That's his sage advice, with that headstrong, spoiled-rotten wife of his? Figures.
"Give her that, but mainly give her what she needs. That's the tricky thing, figuring that out. I'm telling you now, you had better be willing to commit. For the peace of all concerned parties."
Shit I know where he's going with that and what he means. Love yes, but I'm not sure either of us are ready for marriage.
"Commit to a lifelong project of tweaking and adjusting, interspersed with bouts of bittersweet acceptance.
Look at mom and pops?"
I can hear his Lulu in the background trilling to him in Italian no less to come and find her. There's no telling what's going on over there.
Dax clears his throat.
"Look man, I gotta go, the pussy's getting cold, ya know."
Yeah right. Like that pretty, fat-bottomed, little wife of his is ever *allowed* to get cold.
"Later, asshole." Dax rang off with a laugh.
And so Max took a leave of absence and made a start. He found a place between Lili's place and his parents.
After his rain or shine run, mornings saw him faithfully preparing and delivering a thermos of Hot cocoa and cheese tartine for Jackson and huevos rancheros for Lili.
Max, always a quick study - immediately settled into school events, band and soccer practice, and childcare, getting to know his very lovable child.
Trying to make up for lost time Max found a kinetic wooden toy at the children's museum and impulsively bought it to assemble with Jackson.
He watched with satisfaction as Jackson tore into the wrapping paper and immediately laid out the pieces in an orderly way.
The little boy studied them for several moments and looked at the picture again and then began to quickly assemble it, unassisted, remarkable.
"So, what are you going to be when you grow up?"
"I'm gonna build stuff like Mama, and uncle Lenny or maybe uncle Harry. Uncle Harry builds big stuff."
"So you like the tartine and cocoa for breakfast?"
"Yeah, the chocolate stays hot a long time and I like the cheesy toast a lot!"
"That was my favorite thing as a boy too. Can I bring you anything else for breakfast?
"Hmmm . . . maybe bacon. The fat kind like aunt Lulu makes me."
Max chuckled.
"Ok, I will remember that."
"But Daddy?"
Max's heart clenched each time he heard that word. Daddy. It still shocked him.
For many years, or so he thought, he had been painstakingly careful not to father a child.
He was always particular in his selection process. Finding creatures like himself with a similar worldview to take out his desires on. He'd fuck them once or twice, lose interest and quickly but politely move on.
Until he happened upon the irresistibly sweet Lili.
But he found himself loving fatherhood.
To look at a little person you've helped create and see not only yourself and herself reflected in them but aspects and influences from all over. I see Pops in there, Dax in there, Lenny and Uncle Jack, Lulu.
Remarkable.
"Yes?"
"Don't bring mommy the wavy-vo stuff again. It makes her sad."
"I'm sorry I didn't know that."
Well that's different? Lili loves huevos rancheros?
"I thought that was her favorite breakfast."
"Nah, her favorite is bacon and eggs with crispy fries. But now she eats this bitter squash melon stuff for breakfast. I think it's food for growing the baby, it's gross!"
Jackson pulls a face, turns down his mouth and sticks out his tongue and makes a gagging sound.
"Blech!!"
Max smiled at that and then stopped short.
Baby?
He had no intention of pumping his son for facts. However, *volunteered* information was another matter altogether.
As casually as he could, Max questioned Jackson.
"Mommy is growing a baby?
"Yeah," said Jackson distractedly, "that's what she told Aunt Eddie, the lady doctor for the lady parts."
"So, how long has mommy been growing a baby?" Max casually asked.
"Not sure, I thought she said since the wedding. I think she ate too much.
My friend Tyler said that when daddies feed the mommies and they eat too much, they get too full and then babies come out. I saw you give mommy a plate of food but I don't think she ate it all."
Jackson stopped.
"Daddy, what are lady parts? Everyone says I'm too little to understand, but I understand all kinds of parts. I mean look? I almost finished building this."
He held up the wooden dinosaur.
"I know about my boy parts and not to let anyone touch them except for the doctor and when I get a bath."
Whoa. Ummm? Wow. They don't train for this at the NSA.
The doorbell rings. I'm saved!
Uncle Jack takes in Max's somewhat agitated and relieved state at a glance.
"You look glad to see me son. What's my Jackson up to?"
"He's very curious -- today's question was about lady parts."
Uncle Jack rocked back on his heels bellowing laughter, quickly sobering as Max went on to explain how the subject of lady parts came up in the first place, Lili's new baby growing diet.
"I wasn't aware she was pregnant that first time. But, I mean to do right by her, sir, if she'll have me. Hard going so far."
Uncle Jack thought quietly for some moments.
"Lili was never the trouble maker Lulu was. That's not to say though that she's not made of sterner stuff than most people give her credit for.
Lili-pie was a sweet, dutiful and tender child. And she has turned into a fine and wonderful woman with a finely honed sense of purpose.
She was a late-bloomer. No sooner had she pouted out with the boys just starting to bother her, than she took up with your full-grown self out West, at barely 21."
Implication, accusation and condemnation, all present and accounted for.
"She knows the truth about people pretty well. So, if she's holding you at arms length she must have her reasons.
I try to stay out of her affairs, but Lili's a favorite of mine and so I will be watching out for her and little Jack while you two work it out."
Uncle Jack gives him the hard look.
"Just giving you fair warning."
The older man blinks placidly.
"Yes, sir. I understand. I am heading over to the garage to talk to her now."
"Try not to upset her, son."
Warns Uncle Jack.
Orphan my ass! Thought Max as he headed out.
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There she is, my grease and dirt splattered angel.
Coveralls peeled back hanging down around her waist, tight wife beater and sports bra. Dark hair under a backwards baseball cap, strands clinging to her cheek; a serious scowl on her pretty face as she works a pneumatic drill.
Max is looking and liking the view.
Sparing him a harsh glance, Lili is not up for it.
She doesn't feel well, and is running behind. The last thing she wants is to be caught looking less than her best by Max of all people, today.
"What do you want, Max?"
She bristled.
"Are you kidding me? You've been more or less dodging me for weeks now. I want to talk to you lady."
Fairly vibrating with barely suppressed feeling, Max stepped closer to her.
Feeling the hairs on his arm rise though, he stopped short, looking around, as three men stop working to stare at him.
"Paolo, Bertie, Nico - take 10!" Snapped out Lili.
They paused in place, assessing my threat level.
I pass the smell test and eventually they drift off through the raised doors. Immediately I see small clouds of cigarette smoke.
Wiping the grease and dirt off her hands, Lili addresses me brusquely.
"I want you out of my garage. Now."
"And I want you, newly pregnant woman, to come from under the 10 ton vehicle."
His voice was tight.
She blushed angrily, before picking up a wrench as long as her arm, pointing it at my chest.
"You've been investigating? Already poking your nose in where no one asked you. I worked here 7 months pregnant with Jackson. I'm fine."
Taking her left arm in hand, he looks at the bruise marring her skin before giving her a pointedly dark look.
He decided to start with facts.
"You're pregnant, it's mine."
Her lips tightened angrily and she gave a brief short nod.
"And I am surely sorry for it too."
He looked pained by her statement. And as upset as she was, Lili understood why.
For a man who'd spent so much time being a confirmed lifelong bachelor she was quickly learning that there was a very tender, almost vulnerable part of his heart that strongly valued family.
He and Jackson are bonding so quickly and it's wonderful to see. But still, man . . .
Max swallowed thickly.
"Are you going to have it? "
He waited and she could sense his anxiety over her answer. Who are we kidding here? I'm already taking the vitamins and eating the food. This child is coming.
"I am."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Dax's advice about giving her what she wants would have to wait.
"I am glad about that. But Lili? I mean to be involved in my children's lives, and that includes you. If you doubt my resolve I can only pity you."
"I never said you couldn't be involved. I don't see what it has to do with me. We made children. Doesn't mean we have a relationship."
"Lili, you know better than that."
He rubbed his neck and looked around the garage at all the tools and cans of gods knows what and inwardly cringed.
He could not have her working here and had no earthly idea what he was going to do to stop it but really.
"We should go and talk about this."
He looked her over again thinking of solvents and grease and possible effects on the baby. Having worked with petroleum, he had learned to be leery of such things.
"Maybe you should clean up first though."
Lili and her hormones took the statement the wrong way and she promptly burst into tears.
For the second time that day Max found himself at a loss.
"Baby, I didn't mean anything by it, you are the most beautiful little grease monkey I have ever seen, always have been."
"Yeah?" She sniffled and took the clean handkerchief he proffered.
"Of course you are, and you know it. But we need to get those chemicals off your skin, love."
As he managed to gather her to him, her cheek fit perfectly in his collarbone, something in his chest loosened a bit. He gently kissed her forehead and red little nose, grease and all.
Paolo had quietly slipped in when he heard her crying, but upon seeing Max caring for her, gave a silent nod of approval and drifted back out.
"Now come on, blow your nose, put on your jacket and come home."
As he drove them, Max explained to her some of the things he'd seen as far as women living near the oil refineries back home. Not wanting to scare her, he kept it brief and didn't go into great detail, but she understood his concern.
She quietly nodded. Another reason she was glad to have come away from the airplane factory when she did, the lead in the gasoline could have been introduced to Jackson in utero and caused brain and developmental damage.
Max continued talking, but Lili's mind was elsewhere. She let her mind drift. That goddamned shark tattoo. She could see the fin peeking out of his shirt even now. She smiled and fell asleep.
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April 2006
Besides her family, Lili had four loves in life -- Authentic Huevos Rancheros, Laughing hysterically, Pink Champagne and Sharks; simple enough, but each love was more nuanced and complex, than the next.
These four things more or less conspired to bring her and Max together.
Fresh out of the air force after 3 long challenging but educational years - independent and Living in Texas, on her own at last.
Lulu had been tipped off about a concert and invited her to fly out to Palm Springs for some sister time and to celebrate with spa time, a concert and Baja vacation.
Barely had she arrived at Palm Springs international airport before the madness began. Lulu arranged for them to go shark fishing in Baja.
While she loved fishing and respected the local fishermen's right to make their way in this world the best way they knew how, Lili had no wish to hunt the magnificent animals.
Lili finally talked Lou into caged shark diving instead. She wanted to come out of this adventure unscathed and with all her digits intact and sometimes you just couldn't tell with Lulu.
She genuinely admired the beautifully deadly creatures that never stopped swimming, even in their sleep they are always moving forward.
Harry flew in from San Francisco, he had some hi-falutin architectural event to attend, but wanted to see the concert and catch up with us girls. Namely Lulu, he and she looked to be a thing again.
Lili inwardly rolled her eyes. Those two needed to decide already.
With great pomp and circumstance -- namely Lulu pulling us up to the hotel like a racecar driver and tossing the keys at a parking attendant after winking at him outrageously - we checked into the Riviera Palm Springs.
Lou'd just won her second major lawsuit and is flush with cash and ready to party like a rock star.
Once we arrive in the room she gives me a long and tight hug.
"I have missed you little girl."
I couldn't help but smile. I am taller than Lulu by like 5 inches and still I'm a *little girl*.
As wild as she is, she's the best big sister I could ever hope for.
Holding my arms out, Lou turns me this way and that, looking me over and shaking her head. I'm all legs and hair, but my ass isn't bad at all and my boobs seem to finally have arrived.
My sister though is built like a bombshell - flame red hair - tits and ass for days.
"You are coming along nicely; Absolutely beautiful, but still way too skinny schmecken. We are going to see if we can put a few pounds on you on this vacation.
I bought you some bikinis from Rio and I want to see you reach your potential and fill them out."
"Lou, I don't want to be traipsing all over Cali and Mexico with my ass hanging out."
"Relax. I know what I'm doing."
Sure enough when I try on a white bikini, it fits well and isn't scandalous in the least. Lou ties a white lacey shawl about my hips and in an instant I feel pretty and comfortable.
Lou looks at me and goes, "See."
Wearing a dark green one piece with white palazzo pants and black leather sandals my sister is very understatedly chic.
We grab our bags and go.
After 3 days of eating drinking, pampering and shopping - it was time to party.
Everyone had their individual agendas Kanye for Harry, Depeche Mode and Sigur Ros for Lulu -- Ladytron and TV on the Radio for everybody - some plans dovetailed and some not, but we decided to stick together for each event regardless.
And then at last there was Daft Punk and the electric light show/dance party. Dancing dancing dancing. Head thrown back really just feeling the music.
When my eyes opened they landed on a finely bronzed specimen of man several yards over.
He was staring straight at me. That was different. Men looked at Lulu, not her. But ok whatever.
He is absolutely gorgeous! Bare chested, wearing orange and brown banana leaf board shorts, there is a fantastically wild and substantial tribal tattoo of a black and blue shark, stretching from his chest wrapping around his shoulder to the back, the awkward dance moves and amazing amber eyes.
Eyes staring straight into mine.
Lou followed her sister's spellbound gaze. And her head rocked back.
"Whoa girl! Damn! Oh, I do indeed approve. He's a big one though, you sure you can handle that?"
Making a hilarious show of hitching up her imaginary pants like Uncle Jack during his finer moments Lili licked her lips, nodded once and said, "You just watch me."
The champagne singing in her veins gave her all sorts of courage. With her finger she beckoned him and he came tripping the distance but advancing nonetheless, maintaining eye contact the entire way over.
She giggled when he finally reached her.
"See, Lulu? I landed a shark after all. Now what?"
"Shiiiit, dance with the man, pretty girl, dance."
And they had. They danced and danced and danced.
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She had drifted off to sleep in the car and he let her sleep for a while, just happy to be in her presence.
Her dream must be a good one, she looks happy.
Opening her eyes at that moment she focused slowly and gave him the most beautiful smile.
"Hello, you."
"Hello, yourself."
He smiled back at her.
Her smile faded slowly and he was so sorry to see it go.
"Don't go Lili, stay." He pleaded.
Looking at him several emotions crossed her face.
Suddenly her eyes popped and her hand flew to her mouth as she unsuccessfully tried to hold back the sudden and unwelcome return of that day's lunch of bean chili and corn bread, all over Max.
Max puffed his cheeks and exhaled slowly.
"So. Is this your way of saying I make you sick, Lil?"
She gave a wry laugh, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Shaking her head to clear it.
"Sorry about that."
She looked a little satisfied though, so Max doubted the sincerity of that apology.
He decided to roll with it.
"Eh, that's ok. I had it coming."
She giggled again. Ok, now we are getting somewhere. If I can get her laughing I have a shot.
But first - He looked around assessing the mess. He'd seen worse, been covered in much worse.
"Why don't you head in and get cleaned up. I will deal with this."
"But what about you? You can't drive around like that."
"I'll survive. Your truck will be as good as new in a few hours time."
"Ok then, I am going to have a shower and maybe a nap. I think I over did it today."
"I want you to go inside and get cleaned up and relax yourself. Because when I return we have much to talk about, you and I."
She gave him a look, but gingerly climbed out of the truck and went inside without another word.
Max looked down at the mess she'd made of him and laughed, nodding to himself.
"I had it coming, but damn girl! What the hell did you have for lunch?"
He took her truck to one of the more expensive auto detailers and had it thoroughly cleaned. Tidying himself as best he could in the restroom while he waited.
Truck? It's a souped-up station wagon is what. 2006 Land Rover Defender.
Lili however, is insistent that any vehicle with enough horsepower to climb a tree, which is what they use them for in Australia, is way beyond a station wagon.
She was in love with its blocky looks and the safe solidity of it, 9 times out of 10 if you're in an accident in one of these, you pretty much walk away none the worse for wear.
Not to mention the off-road capability. Perfect vehicle for hauling and hiding bodies in hard to reach terrain, she liked to joke.
This thing has a little more kick than I remember when last I drove it, and it looks like she's done something to improve the gas mileage.
Likely, the vomit would permanently stain his leather jacket. So be it. A badge of honor so to speak. Completely worth it, to see that smile of hers when she woke up, looked straight at him, realized it was him and smiled like that, at him.
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Lili put on a kettle and found the candied ginger she kept hidden. She had to or Jackson would eat it until he was sick.
While she missed her baby boy, she was thankful for a moment's peace.
Shucking off her clothes she dropped them in the wash on her way to the shower.
Remembering Max's concerns about chemicals and solvents, she lathered and scrubbed herself thoroughly, even washing her hair twice.
Slicking in some conditioner she sat down on the showers built in ledge and took some deep steamy breaths as she thought about the Max situation.
He is trying very hard, but that still doesn't change a damned thing. He hasn't even apologized.
I don't have time for past shit, I have a baby on the way and a business to see to.
This pregnancy is already off to a much better start than the first one. I'm not nearly as sick as I was with Jackson by this time.
It's a wonder I even had that child, as the food just wouldn't stay down the first three months. I looked like one of those third world children all distended stomach and bones.
I seem to have an appetite with this one though. Lili sat upright on the ledge, oh god, I hope its not twins like Lulu. I couldn't take that. Just kill me now. Her groan of horror echoed off the tiled walls.
Lili completed her shower and made herself a pot of tea and sat down to think.
A baby. This is what I get for depriving myself for so long? I tried, for years I tried. In his presence for less than 48 hours and I practically fall over with my legs in the air.
Max. She sincerely resented him for turning her on.
She was tucked up on the sofa noshing on shortbread biscuits when he returned.
His eyes warmed at the sight of her in her robe and bare feet. Lili immediately regretted having given him a key for Jackson.
He dropped her car keys in her hand.
"Thanks. I can call you a cab if you'd like to get home. It's on me of course. I'd take you myself but . . . "
A sweep of hand gestures to her current state of dress.
Ah, so I'm dismissed. He groaned in exasperation. She's gone off me again, just that quickly.
He gave a heavy sigh.
"Damn it Lili. We are going to work this thing out."
Max left the room, walking not towards an exit but towards her bedroom.
Of all the nerve!
Stripping his clothes off dropping them as he went. Making a mess.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Max?"
"Getting comfortable. Can't shower in my clothes now can I?"
"Are you high? What's wrong with you?"
Max seems to have snapped a little and seems to be having a discussion more with himself than anything.
"You. *You* are what's wrong with me, Lili. I should have known better. Taking up with such a young woman.
You and that sister of yours - dancing like 'ladies of the pole'. Virgins should not move like that! How the hell was I supposed to know?
It's my owned damned fault for falling in love with you and letting you get away. I accept that.
What I don't accept is that you are hell bent on trying to screw it up.
Don't get me wrong I can *handle* you. Not sure if I have the mental stamina though. So for right now I am at the *fuck it* phase of this program."
"Love?"
"Yes Lili, Love! I am in love with you!" He bellowed with frustration.
"I don't know much more plain I can make it. I've tried showing you, maybe telling you is a better way to go."
With no small amount of aroused frustration Max reached for Lili and kissed her breathlessly.
"That is only some of what I feel for you, woman."
His kisses went everywhere and Lili went out of her mind as he desperately lapped at the pussy he'd been stroking to for weeks now, eating her through two howling orgasms that left her shuddering on the bed.
He finally pulled away kissing the inside of her still trembling thigh.
"I expect you to be waiting for me when I return, right there on the bed, just like that, legs open. We have much to discuss."
Stroking himself, he looked at the sated smile on her face and headed to the shower.
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*The Author copyrights this chapter of Dax & Lulu as well as previous chapters of this series. The reproduction of any chapter of Vision or Dax and Lulu without the written permission of the author is expressly prohibited.* | literotica |
He was used to getting everything done the exact way he wanted it, and there wasn’t a damned thing on the whole world that would change his mind; after all, who was going to tell him otherwise when he could pick up most of everyone he knew with a single hand without breaking a sweat? Certainly not his agent, certainly not the modelling agency, and absolutely not the authorities who were too afraid of what he might do if anyone dared to stand up to him… and not just because of the inherent physical threat either; the sort of power and influence Andy wielded was terrifying in its own right, enough to get even the most hardened of police commissioners trembling at the prospect of having the governor’s office call them late at night to let them know their services were no longer required. That is, of course, whenever the fox didn’t just throw oodles of cash at whoever might be able to fix the problem and then sat back waiting for it to go away. All in all, it was good to be him, and even better to be able to flaunt it.
The vulpine towered over everyone around him, as a result of his “unique” lycanthropic condition; rather than the extra size simply going away as soon as the transformation was done, somehow his genes had allowed remnants of his stints as a werefox to stick to him as the years passed, never really returning from his full moon-induced bouts of lustful madness the same way he went into them. While at first this didn’t mean much, things like those had a tendency to add up over time, and add up they did; the fox had gained so much extra size from his monthly outings that he had recently broken the fifteen-foot mark in height, his body ripped with well-defined, toned musculature that would put any career bodybuilder to shame. He didn’t carry the same proportions as they did, though; rather, his muscle mass was distributed to give both the visual and subconscious impression that he could both bend a steel beam with two fingers and still fit perfectly into a regular tuxedo and dress pants, assuming one could be tailor-made for his immense height.
Rather than lament this turn of events, however, Andy had made good use of it over the years; there were plenty of job openings for “freaks” like him if one knew where to look, and the fox decided that, if he loved to look at himself in the mirror, surely others would like to be blessed by the same sights. It was only logical, and indeed, his current agent seemed to think so himself, as the two of them wasted no time in signing an agreement and getting started on finding as many modelling opportunities for the werefox giant as possible. In just a few short years, he had become a worldwide sensation, courtesy of being one of the very few furs in existence who was both a lycanthrope and possessed that rather unique subset of the hyper gene; the resulting influx of wealth and fame was enough to propel him from a dead-end job working as a bouncer at a local nightclub to the glamorous world of private jets, taking extended trips halfway across the world because he was bored, and being able to tip a waiter their whole salary regardless of where he happened to be. And he loved it; the sense of power, the knowledge that he could do just about anything and no one would dare stand up to him, hell, just the ability to walk into a room and instantly make everyone quiet down the moment he took a single step, it was all absolutely perfect, and one hundred percent worth the hassle of occasionally having to waste a few days in a photoshoot.
There was one thing, however, that Andy knew and no one else did, a secret that he’d gone to great lengths to make sure no one found out about. That he was still growing was public knowledge; after all, the werefox did make his lunar madness part of his public persona, on multiple occasions arranging for special “full moon parties” with the highest bidding among his fans… and a few more strategically-picked individuals. Plus, given that he was a very famous person indeed, it was hard to hide the fact that he’d gone from twelve to fifteen feet over the course of his short career. No, that much wasn’t the secret; the secret was that his growth was getting faster each time… and that it was no longer circumscribed to his monthly transformations either.
He didn’t want to believe it at first, but the measurements didn’t lie; Andy kept very strict control over his weight and diet, and part of that meant making sure he kept himself within very specific limits for body mass. To his surprise, however, he was continuously getting heavier despite holding to his exercise regimen and not really eating anything out of the ordinary, which had initially baffled him, but ultimately led to the realization that his body was starting to expand without him having to undergo a lycanthropic episode. It hadn’t gotten bad enough that he was bumping his head against doorframes or accidentally crushing things because he didn’t know his own strength, but as soon as he began paying closer attention to his physical form, it was clear that even his muscles were starting to bulge out, even when he did nothing out of the ordinary in his private gym. What this meant was obvious, but he didn’t intend to reveal it to anyone… not just yet, at least. He liked to cultivate a certain air of mystery about him, and in fact had helped to spread the rumour that he was planning on “big changes” to his body in the future; it was nothing more than a marketing stunt for a full moon-themed photoshoot, but now? Now he actually had something he could use to fulfill that promise, and every time he thought about it he barely resisted the urge to lick his lips in predatory content.
Even his modelling agency didn’t know, though Andy figured it’d be best to tell them eventually… after the next cycle, that is; according to his calculations, given the sort of growth residuals he was keeping after he came down from his transformations, he reckoned that he’d easily be able to break through the thirty foot mark the next time he turned, and that would be enough of a spike to make everyone take a few steps back and wonder what was going on. The werefox intended to take full advantage of that, as part of a self-marketing ploy that would take the world by storm: “The Ascension”, he called it, whereby all of his fans would bear witness to him as he broke the bounds of mortality and became something greater, a true demigod of perfection… a full photo set of whom would be available should they be generous, open their hearts and drop the contents of their wallets directly into his personal savings fund, of course. After all, a god does not survive on faith and worship alone, and must be allowed to experience the full breadth of mortal experience; as soon as the cash started to roll in, Andy planned to take an extensive vacation in the Caribbean, where hopefully he’d be able to find enough room on a private beach to grow as much as he wanted without anyone bothering him.
The lead-up to the next full moon was thus mostly taken up by Andy preparing something special; nothing like the parties he arranged before, but something far more grandiose, something that would shake up the status quo after he was done. It would be televised, shown on every major news network and recorded for posterity, so that others may bask upon his glory long after he was done; it would serve as a historical archive, so that in fifty years one may adequately answer the question of “where did it all begin?”, all while the werefox loomed over all of the world from outside the researcher’s window… and after he shared with his agent the small secret that he’d been keeping so far, they were more than happy to jump aboard the plan and start working towards it as soon as possible.
Favors were called in, influence and renown were wielded like clubs, entire companies were subverted from the inside and made to sponsor an event that never in a million years would they even begin to think about getting close to. Journalists were paid off to run multiple stories on the werefox, entire opinion columns were bought so they’d focus entirely on Andy’s plan, all while keeping it vague enough that only one insane enough to try and piece together thousands of publications every day would be able to put two and two together. All that anyone knew for certain was that this superstar was planning something big, and they were planning on doing it on their next transformation; sure, it was obvious what they meant to do there, but how much more different would it be from the usual fare? Would they be sharing their lycanthropy? Would they be retiring and this was to be the final dance? Speculation ran rampant, and Andy himself kept feeding it with contradictory statements and cryptic remarks, such that when it came down to it, no one but himself and his agent would be privy to the truth.
The day arrived, and by that point the werefox had already flown over to the seaside resort where everything was planned to go down. His presence being slightly difficult to conceal, there were already thousands of fans crowding the local hotels and restaurants, hoping to catch a glimpse of what might happen, long before the actual guests began to arrive and made short work of the local tourist industry’s ability to deal with such a massive influx of people. Andy, for what it was worth, promised to pay for any damages incurred during his “little soirée”, not that it endeared any of the business owners to him; the werefox didn’t particularly care though, and spent most of the day before the full moon lounging on a section of the beach he rented out purely for himself. Somewhere in his room, he had left his laptop running, with a program calculating the projections for his growth spurt; they were constantly being updated whenever he measured himself, having found out recently that his bulking up in general was getting noticeably faster than even he anticipated, enough that he had already cleared through the sixteen-foot mark in height and no longer had any shirts that fit. Hell, his shorts barely clung onto him without ripping themselves apart from the strain, leaving him with a very clear bulge that occasionally grew a few additional inches. Things were going to get wild that night, and he was going to love every second of it.
As the sun went down and the moon became ever brighter in the sky, Andy mentally prepared himself for what was to come. He’d called his agent and asked him to check on his computer, only then finding out that his projected size post-transformation was… significantly larger than even he had expected it to be, leaving him to wonder how life would be like after he was done with it; there was no reason to believe his growth would simply stop after he was done absorbing the moon’s light, nor did he dare to assume such a thing, so it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility that he might just be stuck there by the seaside until they could charter some sort of long-haul truck to take him back home, assuming he didn’t just walk there. As it got darker though, the practical concerns surrounding his new size began to flow away from his mind, replaced with the increasingly loud sounds coming from the crowd gathering around him.
Journalists, dignitaries, acquaintances, rich people with nothing better to do, fan club leaders and the occasional raffle winner, they were all there to some degree or another, as this get-together was nothing like the ones he’d had before. There was no marketing here, no intent to sell another photoshoot (yet), no new product to peddle or headline to write; no, this was something done purely to satisfy Andy himself, and his new and insatiable desire to be worshipped like the budding giant that he was. Many of the people surrounding him were quick to pick up on the fact that he was noticeably larger than he had been before, with some asking if the moon’s effects were starting already, only to be startled by a perfectly reasonable and calm response from the clearly-not-transformed vulpine; as soon as they saw the occasional bursts of extra muscle mass, or the low groaning of the chair he was using as the weight on top of it continued to mount, that’s when they realized what everything was about. It was hard to tell whether it was panic that set in, or if their minds had been so broken by the realization that they simply didn’t know how to react anymore, but the truth of the matter, the real reason why they had all been assembled there that night was quick to spread throughout the crowd. Skepticism ran rampant, especially amongst those that weren’t close enough to see the reality of it with their own eyes, but this would soon become a non-issue.
The sun’s light would eventually die down enough that the only bright thing left in the sky was the full moon. It shone down on all those present, promising big things in general, and big foxes in particular. Silence fell as everyone waited for the incoming transformation; typically, this involved a lot of clothes ripping and upholstery being destroyed, courtesy of Andy liking to put on a show, but not that time. Rather, all they got was the werefox, still lounging on his almost-broken chair, humming quietly to himself as he felt his lycanthropic power well up inside of him, spiking to heights that he had never felt or experienced before; it was burning red-hot, and yet wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, it was pressure unlike anything, but more inviting rather than hostile. It told him to succumb, to give in, to accept his fate and move on from there, as if this had always been what he was meant to do.
The first spurt came, and with it, the chair was just gone, not even splinters remaining as his body crashed onto the sand below and kicked up such a large cloud that most of those immediately around him had to cover their eyes and cover their mouths. Within seconds, his feet were loudly splashing into the ocean’s water, while his shoulders and head were barrelling through the crowd and pushing so many of the little ones out of the way that, for a fleeting moment, the werefox deigned to worry about their wellbeing… right before pushing that thought out of his head and carrying on with his ascension. Another spurt, and he smashed into the promenade overlooking the beach, panicked screams erupting from the crowd around him while he, himself, laughed heartily at the destruction that he was causing; between his legs, the vulpine could feel that colossal cock of his growing to a size big enough to knock the wind out of his sails if he ever slapped it onto his chest, two nuts massive to the point where they already towered over most of those present, even if they looked only mildly disproportionate on his body.
He had to get up. To get closer to the moon, as he felt its imposing presence begin to wear down at his sanity again, the familiar sensation of primal, animalistic power burning inside of his chest, promising even more than he had already achieved. By the time he was on his feet, Andy was so tall that everyone he had invited barely even registered as more than a head of hair, huddling together as they attempting to rush to the few stairs placed strategically alongside the shore, hoping to get to the roads above before the fox utterly destroyed those as well. And yet with another growth spurt, Andy was well over a hundred feet in height, leaving those hopes dashed at about the same time as his nuts left two craters on the ground.
He could feel his control slipping away from him, muscles bulging out and his teeth lengthening as the transformation began to truly take hold of him; everything up until that point had been nothing but an appetizer, a prelude that normally only gave him about ten feet of extra height, not a hundred. That night though… that night he was going to show everyone what it was like to be a true giant. A true lycanthrope. A true god.
And then?
Well… then they’d just have to wait for the next full moon. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Haven: Riley and Tarik by Caruso'
Tags: Backstory, Death, Fantasy, Human, No-Yiff, Story Series, Tragedy
"I-I don't... I don't wanta go, Rhy," the boy squeaked, shaking like a leaf in the arms of an older figure.
He was dying. His younger brother was dying in his arms, and he had not been there to help him, or his family.
"T-Tarik, d-don't speak, I-I'll get he-," Riley started, hardly masking the crack of his voice. The older's arms had grown moist and warm with a liquid he dared not try to guess. All he was focused on was the frightened, dying boy in his arms.
Ashes danced around Rhy and Tarik, like orange butterflies becoming entangled in the web of night, extinguishing when the cool embrace of winter claimed the soft-lit glows. The place the two had called home was set ablaze, crumbling and fading into the soil as the once-proud house was consumed by the flame he once saw as a symbol of comfort. He had already stumbled over his parents, or what was left of them, before reaching his younger brother, Tarik. For two hours he had been gone, and in those two hours, he saw no sign of this ever happening.
Tarik gurgled.
"Rhy, I'm scared," the younger cried, mustering what was left of his fading energy to talk to his brother one last time.
"I-I am too, p-please don't leave me..." the older begged. His stomach turned as he felt his brother turn his head into his arms.
"I'm cold Rhy... I'm getting sleepy..."
"Tarik? Listen to me."
"Mnnh?"
"I will find you, in the next Realm, I will find you. Be strong."
"nhh..Riley...?"
Riley inhaled shakily, his voice audibly quivering, "Yes?"
Tears streamed down both thier faces, but they dared not show each other, trying to be strong for the other.
"I'm...gonna...miss...miss you"
Tarik sighed, and went limp.
"Tarik?"
"Tarik! TARIK, NO!" | FSE |
Title: Is It Really That Bady by Naldore Dradar
Tags: Anal, Bondage, Deer, Discipline, M/M, Milk, Spanking, Stag, Tickling, Torture, Whitetail
:: WARNING THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF SEXUALLY EXPLICIT NATURE. IF YOUR UNDER :: :: THE AGE OF 21 OR 18 (DEPENDING ON THE LAWS IN YOUR AREA) YOU ARE REQUIRED TO STOP :: :: READING NOW AND REMOVE THIS DOCUMENT FROM VIEW. IF ANY OF THIS CONTENT OFFENDS YOU :: IT IS SUGGESTED THAT YOU ALSO STOP READING NOW READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THIS DOCUMENT IS :: NOT PUBLIC DOMAIN.intelligible DO NOT DISTRIBUTE.
:: DETAILS; [NC] - Non Consensual :: This story is about two Male Anthro deer who are trapped in a dungeon. Contains activities of :: Machine Milking, Spanking, Tickle Torture, Toys, Extreme Bondage :: KEYS; ANAL, DEER, MALE/MALE, MILKING, MACHINES, SPANKING, TICKLING, TORTURE :: ORGASM DENIAL, FORCED GAY, BAD LANGUAGE
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Dradars Dungeon - Chapter one - Is It Really That Bad By Naldore Dradar
The room was dark when Ren awoke shifting side to side unable to move. There was not much to smell the room was dank and stale. In fact it smelled like buck sweat and musk. Ren tried to blink thinking \*Maybe my eyes will adjust to the dark\* but they did not. His attention to the room broke when he felt the wall behind him move.
Ren's ears immediately circled round to the sides as he nervously yelled "WHO'S THERE!"
However no response was given and as soon as he began to settle once more he felt it move again only this time he heard a groan as well
"Oooh! Where the fuck am I?"
Ren then realized he was not leaning against a wall but someone else. As the other raised his head his antlers clanked against Ren's. He knew right away it had to be another deer.
The dazed buck jumped in shock "WHO ARE YOU?" and began to thrash.
Ren cringed in pain as both of their hands had been chained together and theirs arms threaded through each others.
"OW! SHIT! SETTLE DOWN!" Ren yelled at the thrashing deer.
The buck finally did exhaust himself and settled down sweating and panting.
"What is going on?" the buck said panting to Ren.
"IM not sure I don't remember anything but I was walking home and now this..." Ren puzzled.
"Same here I was walking through to my apartment and well..." he said lowering his head back into a restful position.
"Anyway my name is Dusder. Whats your name?"
"IM Ren, Your a deer like me right?"
"Yea IM a White-Tail" Dusder said tilting his head to the side.
"Me too!" Ren replied.
Suddenly a loud iron door slam was heard and both stags became extremely silent and then moments later blinded. They squinted their eyes shut as the curtains were thrown open.
Ren and Duster slowly regained vision and looked around. The room was made of stone and all the windows had bars on them. The thing is for all intensive purposes it was an old dungeon only slightly nicer with curtains.
Ren swallowed hard looking at the furnishings on the walls.
Chains dangled two by two with large wide-banded chrome shackles open awaiting the wrists of the unlucky. Same could be said about the chrome ball and chains and other chain configurations scattered about the floor.
Ren looked down to his feet starting with his toes.
He has two of them large black and triangular but more leathery and flexible than his non-Anthro cousins he could even feel with them! In fact all Anthro-deer share this same characteristic hoof toe. The rest of his foot looks pretty much like a human foot except he has light brown fur on top of his foot and very short white fur on the bottom of his foot.
Ren was not really interested in his foot though. What got his attention was the thick iron bar that his spread legs was shackled too.
Ren looked at his ankle starring almost in shock never thinking he would see himself in something like this. He gave his foot a twist watching it rotate helplessly in three inch shinny metal band.
Something began to stir in his mind he didn't have time to elaborate on this feeling very long because someone walked into the room.
Ren and Dusder both turned their heads at the same time to get a look. There was two huge muscular elk standing there side by side arms crossed looking at them.
"Look it! Vance the two queer deer are awake.." The first elk chuckled.
"Hehe So how did you boys sleep? Comfortable I hope..." The second elk smirked.
Ren and Dusder just starred unsure what to do or say.
The first elk walked up petting Dusder on his big black shinny nose.
"Yea Master Dradar said to give you, guys the nicer cell since your new and all. My name is Zune and this is my partner Vance"
The second elk Vance gave a nod towards the bound deer.
"Dradar loves his white-tails you're his newest additions, which makes what?" Vance looked over to his partner for a response.
Zune replied "I think its 132 deer now Vance... Anyhow we are in charge of keeping you "Does" bound. We are Dradars strong arms if you will."
Dusder suddenly began to stir "WHY? WHY ARE WE HERE? WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO US?".
Vance moved his two wide leathery fingers up and down Dusder's snout wrapping his leathery thumb under his chin clamping it firmly but not painfully.
"Shhh little doe lets not get excited master Dradar just wants to make you part of his Homo deer collection." Vance peered into the frightened bucks eyes.
"But we are not Homosexual!" Ren beamed a bit frightened himself.
Zune gave a wide smile "Oh that doesn't matter if your not because we have ways to persuade you to think differently. If you still do not change it means nothing because you will endure it anyway... Embrace it or not little deer".
Vance stood back up from Dusder "We should take them to the play room we don't want to make Dradar angry."
Zune gave a nod and walked up to Ren and Dusder both elk helped the shocked deer to their feet on the cold stone floor.
Zune Held Ren as Vance removed his wrist shackles letting them fall to the floor.
Vance then moved his arms to the front and replaced them with a pair with a wider chain and a third chain that dangled down to another open pair of shackles on the floor. Soon both deer had the spreader bars removed and replaced with shackles from their ankles to the pair on their wrists.
"Sorry for the long prep buckies but its procedure we gotta do this whenever we move you from room to room." Vance said.
Both deer stood silently ears back looking down at the manacles hindering their freedom.
"Oh cheer up! There is going to be some massive fun in a little bit! You might even like it!" Zune said but he wasn't smiling this time.
Vance took the keys and hooked the ring around one of his antler tines.
Zune took A loose chain hanging off Ren and gave a tug followed by Vance giving Dusder a little push.
"Lets get moving buckies..." Zune said pointing towards the door.
Ren and Dusder with the two elk slowly made their way down the hall dragging their chains.
Ren looked around the dungeon was definitely part of a large castle fortress and it showed. No one would ever find them here he thought to himself unsure of what was to become entirely of them. Surprisingly there was no sounds it was rather peacefully quiet.
The two elk stopped near the end of the hall at another large iron door with no window just a wooden sign on the door which read "Chamber D".
Vance unlocked the door and Zune walked the two deer into the room as Vance closed it behind him.
The room was not a pleasant looking place. Large padded wooden contraptions with padded leather restraints and devices littered the room. Small shelf's and cabinets hung open displaying object of a sexual nature.
Ren and Dusder didn't focus on any of these things very long but both did give each other a look of fear.
"VANCE! ZUNE! WHAT DID YOU DO!" a voice came from a darkened corner of the room.
"What ever do you mean Master Dradar?" the two large elk stammered to the floor bowing their heads.
"These two deer look absolutely frightened. THAT'S NOT THE GOAL HERE! We do NOT scare the deer!" the voice came again.
Ren and Dusder looked into the darkened corner once more as the figure stepped out into the light dressed in jewels.
What they saw was a Mule Deer and he was about 6ft high just slightly taller than the two deer and the elk. He was built in the body and strong he wore two gold bracelets and a necklace with a large yellow topaz hanging from it.
"I am Count Naldore Dradar. However you may call me Master." Smiled the mule deer.
"I don't like to think of myself as cruel. I just like to help a few selected deer such as yourselves to discover things about themselves." Dradar said grinning.
Dusder raised his head with his ears still down.
"Vance and Zune said you was going to try to make slaves out of us."
Dradar walked over to Dusder placing his strong hand on the tinier deer's shoulder slightly messaging.
"Is that really that horrible?".
Dradar released Dusder who was now silent and walked over to Ren
"How about you sweetie? Are you feeling OK?".
Ren stood there looking at Dradar "I... I'm not sure... I am scared but..."
Ren lowered his head blushing beneath his fur with embarrassment.
"Care to share with me the rest of that?" Dradar demanded.
Ren looked back up "No... I can't.."
Dradar growled "Yes YOU can and you will... Right now!".
Ren looked onward but he couldn't make himself say what he was hiding his pride protecting him.
Dradar dropped his scowl and then smiled
"Pride is horrible it blocks us from what we want to do or say. I however have a way to deal with this!".
Dradar clapped his hands and both elk stood up and unlocked Ren and Dusder from their bindings.
Dradar smiled at the two deer holding up their wallets looking at the Identification cards inside
"Ren and Dusder... These are yours and you can indeed have them back but not right now."
Dradar pointed to Ren "You are now Slave 131 and your new mate here is Slave 132".
Dradar then walked over and whispered into the two elks ears so the deer couldn't hear it. The two elk giggled holding the deer by the wrist firmly.
"Lets see if you two have anything you would like to tell us so we can make your stay more comfortable."
Vance pulled Ren over to a seat against the wall it was actually simply a board mounted to the wall but he was made to sit on it.
The elk forced his right arm outwards towards a solid metal cuff which was secured then his other arm the same way until he was sitting in a T fashion. The elk giggled again picking the bucks two feet up by the ankle and sitting them in the wooden stocks in front of Ren.
Dradar gave a hand gently locking the top half of the wooden stocks into place so Ren's legs were together outstretched in front of him unable to kick.
"Splendid, now little buck would you like to tell me what made you blush a minute ago?" Dradar smriked
He then hinted the consequences by stroking the rounded point of his finger up the center of the bucks foot.
Ren jumped up and shuddered and giggled which is the last thing he wanted to do.
"Please don't make me say it!".
Dradar stood up and started to walk away "Have it your way... "
Dradar then turned to the elk "Vance!".
The elk perked up "Yes my Master?"
Dradar looked back to Ren one more time but Ren just looked away
Dradar growled "Punish him!".
The elk cracked his knuckles sitting down at the bucks feet tickling ever so gently and soon the loud cackling sounds of the buck filled the room it was almost ear piercing.
Ren shouted between each cackle "No! No! Don't!"
However the elk only stopped for a little while to let him breath.
Dusder looked on in disbelief "Just tell them Ren and they will stop!".
Dradar turned towards Dusder "IM afraid that wont help him now. Besides look again."
Dradar pointed back at the tortured buck.
Ren was indeed very unhappy about it but the tickling and the thought of what was happening to him caused his cock to peek out of his sheath. After 7 solid minutes of the torture Ren was out of breath and had a full blown erection which he could not hide.
Vance stood up and walked away to the counter to grab something.
Dradar sat on the bench seat next to the humiliated buck.
"OK explain it to me now."
Dradar gave the buck a gentle neck rub trying to get his mind of his humiliation.
Ren whined "I like it"
Dradar perked his ears "You like what? Having your feet tickled? Without being able to stop it?".
Ren shook his head feeling a little braver
"I like it all. I know what Dusder says but for me that's not true. I always secretly thought about things like this."
Dradar smiled softly petting the bucks tummy.
"Good Slave... However the torture is not over yet.".
Ren looked back at Dradar half in fear and half in curiosity.
Vance returned holding a tube of something taking the cap off he greased up one of his fingers.
Ren looked up at Vance and back at Dradar he knew what it was for but wasn't sure exactly what was going to be done to him.
Ren squealed at Dradar "But I told you what you wanted to know".
Dradar Nodded "You did and that's a good deer. However IM afraid every deer here gets treatment daily. You said you liked it as do many others."
Ren thought to himself (He did indeed like it but not having any way out of it was almost unbearable).
Vance spoke up "Okay bucky time to put the big finger up your Bum Bum" . Ren just growled as the elk got down on his knees and searched with his finger for the hole in the wooden seat Ren was sitting on.
"Ah here we go!" said Vance
Ren felt the point of the elks finger press against his tight pucker which made him jump out of his skin.
"PLEASE DON'T! I have never done this before!" winced Ren.
Vance chuckled "Beg for me and I might stop"
He pressed his lubricated finger tip a little harder against the fighting pucker.
Ren let out a loud moan "UNH! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! UNH! STOP! MERCY!"
Vance didn't stop but did give Ren a bad look.
"MERCY!? What the fuck kinda of corny begging is that?..." Vance growled
He pressed harder the tip of his finger slithering into the bucks tight virgin anus.
Ren cried out louder "STOP! NO! PLEASE! PLEEEAAASE!! UNH".
Vance growled "OK THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT! Take it like a DOE! That pathetic begging and whining is throwing me off! Say one more thing and IM going to GAG YOU!"
Vance glared up at him wriggling his finger a little deeper every second.
Ren cried out again "PLEASE?!!! IM BEGGING!"
Vance smirked "Yea and its turning me on!"
He jammed his finger the rest of the way in nestling deeply against his prostate making Ren moan.
Ren began to whimpered a bit more
"But you promised you would stop if I begged...",
Vance glared back with an angry looking frown
"I promised NOTHING! I said MAY and I didn't. Besides its really Master Dradars Decision not mine!". The elk grumbled.
He then pressed the bucks prostate harder making his erection stand back at full attention and making the buck groan "Unnnh!"
"See it isn't so bad is it?" The elk smiled.
"I still want him gagged though because IM going to start working on the other slave and I don't want him begging when you get on with what your doing It will break my concentration." Dradar smirked
Dradar then forced a bright blue shinny rubber ball into Ren's muzzle surprising the deer fastened the straps in the back of his head securing the ball-gag in place.
"Oh and we don't want you pushing that out with your tongue" Dradar said with a smirk
Dradar fastened the gags muzzle strap around his snout and jaw making Ren bite down on the ball.
Ren tried to yell but all that came out was "MMMMmmmmffff!!".
Vance grabbed the bucks shaft and slowly he began to stroke it. Soon Ren settled down and stopped trying to yell and soon his yells was replaced with groans and squeals.
Ren's toes curled in the stocks his hands made fist and his eyes shut enjoying the soothing motion. Every once in a while Vance would poke his prostate making the buck shudder.
Dusder stood near by while Zune was still holding his wrist. Dusders mouth hung open his ears back in fear as Dradar walked up to him.
"You still have something to tell me don't you?" Dradar grinned and nodded to Zune.
Dusder was suddenly dragged over by Zune to what looked like an angled vinyl padded "saw horse/table thing" with a hole in the middle.
It was pretty obvious to Dusder that his cock and balls would go into the hole and dangle beneath.
He was forced onto it held down by Dradar as Zune strapped his wrists and ankles into the padded cuffs on each leg of the device.
Dusder looked next to him and there was 6 more of these tables in a row and he bet to himself that at times they are all probably filled. He looked forward at Dradar as he spoke to him .
"Now my little doe... Your hiding something too and I know it. I want you to admit to me that you ARE GAY" Dradar said with a grin tapping his foot.
Duster's ears perked "I am not GAY!" he said as he began to suddenly struggle.
Dradar pointed to Ren
"Do I have to remind you of what I can DO!?"
Dusder looked over at Ren and he was going absolutely crazy struggling and grunting.
Vance slowly jerked the buck off and whenever he felt the bucks anus tighten around his finger he would stop denying his orgasm. Then he would wait till the buck calmed back down or he would tickle his feet until he lost the urge.
Dusder looked back at Dradar
"I will NEVER tell you!".
Dradar growled "Why DO they always do THIS! Every time I get new bucks they fight ME! They always end up finding something they LIKE! But they wont play ball!"
Dradar tossed up his arms yelling
"ZUNE! TAN HIS BOTTOM!".
Zune smiles laying his muscular arm across the deer's back pulling the strap around and fastening it holding the bucks chest and belly flat against the table. He then lifted Dusder's tail with his left hand so it would not get in the way.
Dusder looked back in fear.
"NO! NOT THIS! ANYTHING BUT THIS!".
Dradar smirked "I have a theory you see... When we took you... We watched you first... We saw everything you did... So I don't think IM going to give you anything BUT this."
Dradar snapped his fingers and the elk slapped the bucks rump hard with a snap holding back enough not to injure him but enough to sting like hell.
Dusder cried out again and again with each rapid slap as tears filled his eyes. Dusder confessed to Dradar as he cried out.
"OW! Yes! YES! IM GAY!"
Dradar smiled widely looking up at Zune "See I told you he's into spanking! and likes being controlled just like the other slut! Have I been wrong yet?".
Zune grinned to his master
"Not many times at all!"
Zune continued to slap the bucks ass without resting.
Ren was still struggling in his own torment after being denied his orgasm for the ninth time he began to tear up in frustration.
Dusder's loud yips and grunts overlaid against Ren's loud guttural sounds. All the struggling filled the room with the smell of sweaty deer and musk.
Dradar clapped his hands "OK, That's enough".
Zune discontinued the tanning on Dusder's rear end and Vance tugged out his finger making Ren whimper in disappointment.
"Vance bring Ren over here with his mate" Dradar ordered.
Vance complied as Zune followed helping unbind the struggling frustrated buck holding his hands away from his throbbing needing penis. Before long he joined Dusder at his side on a similar padded table.
Ren was still gagged but he could think about was his need for release.
Dradar returned with a machine with several hose attachments on it.
"Before you buckies are returned to your cell IM going to milk you. IM not actually expecting much but I do enjoy watching slaves endure this..."
Zune and Vance looked at each other with a smile.
"Yea your going to cum for your Master" Zune said with chuckled.
"Yea and then your going to cum again and again.." Vance smirked.
Dradar just laughed "Yes.. Now what do you think Vance Zune? This milker cup with the nubs or this one with no nubs in it?".
Dusder and Ren looked onward still exhausted to struggle anymore.
Vance and Zune whispered back and forth for a bit.
Vance chuckled "We think the nubby one should be used on Dusder who confessed right away and the smooth one on Ren for not. That way Ren will have to try harder for his orgasms!".
Dradar smirked "Ooo, You two are wicked! but I do like it yes...".
Zune took a clear cylinder with a pink rubber lining inside it and held in front of Dusder as he lubed it up.
Dusder looked at the opening there was a pink pucker of rubber with tiny bumps all over it and as it looked probably inside it too.
Vance did the same only Ren saw it was smooth no bumps at all just slippery rubber. Soon noth deer had their dangling shafts fitted with the milker tubes and hoses put in place.
Dradar smiled before flicking the machine on.
Dusder's fur on his back immediately stood straight on end as the nubby tube suckled up his shaft and back down. Each time it moved all the tiny little rubber nubs tickled his throbbing red deer cock his eyes clenched shut as he began to groan softly.
Ren came next the smooth lined milker tube slide up and down his shaft it felt really good but it was hard to get off on.
Both bucks moaned as their cocks throbbed in the milker tubes.
Dusder turned his head to Ren "Ren... \*pant\* The machine is not OOH! going to stop! \*pant\*".
Dradar smiled "Your right bucky its not..."
Dradar bent over removing the key used to turn the machine off and put it in Zune's hand.
"I will see you Four later! I have got other deer to deal with. IM sure you boys can handle these two little deer?" Dradar smirked
"Oh and buckies be nice to Vance and Zune they decide when this ends tonight."
Dradar said before walking out of the room locking the door back shut.
Vance walked over to Dusder and bent down
"Its OK to cum buck, Let it do its job don't fight it cum...".
Dusder's eyes clench shut as his tail flicks squirting his load into the cup over and over blinks of stars filling his mind.
Soon Ren fallowed "Mmmrrf'ing" through his gag as drool slips from the sides of the rubber ball jammed into his muzzle.
However Dusder's blissful orgasm soon faded and he began to cry out
"Oh! Stop it! Stop it!"
Ren also tries to complain but the gag prevented him from doing so.
Both deer became overcomed by post orgasm hyper sensitivity each stroke causes them to jerk in discomfort.
Vance began to tenderly stroke Dusder's ears.
"Awe, Shhhhhhh it will pass, It will pass just relax for a while."
A few moments later the discomfort was replaced with the sensation of pleasure again as both deer slowly regained their composure.
Vance and Zune move behind both deer slowly stroking themselves to a raging hardon watching the struggling handsome bucks in front of them. They pass the lube bottle to each other putting a little on their shafts and a bit on their finger.
"I'll make you a promise... If you guys please us we will end this early..." offered Zune as he begins removing Ren's gag.
Soon as the ball came out Ren looks up pleadingly into Zune's eyes.
"Well? Is it a deal?" Vance repeats.
Both bucks nod in agreement to the offer,
"All right but its not being turned off until we finish. You gotta deal with it until then." Zune beamed.
The two elk went back behind the two deer and lifting their tails exposing their pink pucker buttons so helpless and vulnerable.
Each elk smeared his own bucks pucker with lube until it glistened.
Vance grasped Ren's rear while Zune grasped Dusder pressing their long stag meat into the two helpless deer.
Both deer moaned and grunted as each elk pulled back and thrusted into the deer over and over starting slowly each elk looking down at their own shafts sliding in and out of the virgin puckers like pistons.
The site alone was a turn on but what was better the two virgin bucks gripped at the stags cocks as it pulled out stretching their tailhole outwards a little with every stroke.
Each milked buck cried out Dusder first squirting dryly into the tube. His tailhole squeezing spasmodically with his orgasm on Zunes shaft.
Then Vance yelled out too as Ren's orgasm finally hit and his tailhole too began to quiver and clench around Vance's cock. The clenching got better as each deer fought against the restraints again fighting off one hyper sensitive stroke after another.
Zune lost it first slamming into Dusder spraying his hot seed into him with a loud bellow collapsing on top of him still humping as elk cum oozed out from around Dusder's pucker and down his leg and onto the floor soon after this Dusder passed out.
Then next Vance slammed into Ren he could feel the hot pole deep inside his tailhole the tip jetting a warm feeling that slowly filled him until his seal broke and white elk cream oozed down his leg. He was overwhelmed by it he felt Vance's body fall onto him and then all went dark...
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When Ren awoke he was back in his cell he was clean and washed and was covered with a blanket. He looked around for Dusder and saw that he was next to him still asleep.
Dusder had a collar around his neck with a lock that read "132".
He felt his own neck and felt a collar on his neck too which he already guessed read "131". He and Dusder remained unbound except a pair of shackles on their ankles. Between the two bucks was a letter.
Dusder opened his eyes looking at Ren holding the letter.
"What does it say Ren?".
Ren smiled "It says:"
"Thanks its been months since we been able to do anything. See you two in the morning sleep well. Vance and Zune P. S. Now that was a promise Ren."
Dusder looked at Ren for a minute.
"Well, there is nothing left to hide we both know each others secrets..."
Ren smiled reaching down grabbing Dusder's chain between his ankles giving it a rattle.
Dusder smiled "We are also slaves now..."
Ren flopped back down pressing his nose to Dusters.
"Yea but is it really THAT bad?"
Dusder looked back into Ren's eyes and kissed him.
"No... No it isn't".
Chapter 1 End to be continued... | FSE |
Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 09: Wakeup call
Tags: clean, no sex, fantasy, series, elf, half-elf, adventure, dungeons and dragons, dragon slayers, tense
VIII
City of Flames – 2
Sarah leveled her pistol at the larger of the two men-- his silhouette was back-lit by the blinding sun that set her headache pounding even harder into her very soul. She did her best to blink it away even as her hands trembled in the sheer intensity of the pain. The semi-steep pitch of the roof, pointing down towards the alley, made it hard to keep her balance which was only compounded by the loose and broken tiles. All of which Sarah seemed to find with the ball of her bare feet.
She loosened her arm and her grip on the flintlock, swinging it between the two to hide her trembling. "Now, now, let's be civil about this!" her voice was clear, confident. This was good. The sweat slicking her palm was another matter entirely. "I would not prefer to explain to your wives why I had to pull this trigger!"
The two men slowed their approach across the roof tiles, spreading out ever so slightly to make two distinct targets without so much as a glance between them. They were as professional as the others in the alley, which meant Zxhoo was spending real coin to find her. It seemed he was serious about it-- that revelation was liberating and terrifying at the same time.
"Sarah--" Tessarie's lithe elven form slunk up towards her, whispering in elven. "We need to go! What are you doing?!"
"Patience, dear girl. . ." She swallowed. She couldn't leave Keiter to face the soldiers and knights alone. Not after everything they had been through together, not after all the work she had invested in him. He was her greatest creation-- a kobold who turned from evil and embraced compassion and worked hard to alleviate suffering? It was a masterstroke of manipulation. He was also her friend.
Friend. Yes, that was the right word. Regardless of whatever may have happened, they were friends.
The two men inched towards the women with their hands out in a sign of non-agression, taking more effective angles to cut her off even as Sarah backpedaled. Chin held high and jaw straight, her mind worked furiously to find a way out of the situation.
Sarah's gaze flicked to the tiles, considering. There were gaps between the tiles big enough for a finger to fit between and no visible backing under it. "My good mistress of magic, might I impose upon you to cast a spell to render these two to sleep again? We need to affect a rescue."
"I cannot! The magic only works once in a day, it won't affect them at all!"
"Surely you have some other spells?"
"I--" the diminutive elf made an 'eep' sound. Sarah glanced back. They had reached the edge of the roof. The alley below intersected between the merchant's guild and a pair of smaller homes with wood shingle roofs. Sarah's bare feet made her keenly aware of just how rough those shingles looked.
"Bollocks."
"Just come with us!" one of the men said. "It's not like you have anywhere to go!"
"Tempting, truly. But I'm afraid I must decline!" Sarah glanced between the rotting plaster that wrapped the house to her left and the high quality plaster wall of the Merchant's Guild. She was much too hungover for this shit, she decided.
"Not like you have any roof left, rat!" The shorter man banked off towards the wall of the house. An immediate threat.
Sarah saw the situation play out tgree different ways in a split second-- he'd push her off, she might break her leg and be easier to handle; he'd grab her before she could shoot; she would get a single shot off and he would grab her. The tiles creaked under the man's bulk as he took another step towards her.
There were other options, though. She just needed to find them. Sarah swiveled her aim towards the man, swallowed. He was in the process of stepping over a broken tile when a flash of inspiration burned through her hungover mind.
The roof had to have some kind of eaves hidden under the lip of the last tile to support the weight and keep the entire roof from falling off, and since there were no braces under it, chances were good the eaves held up the entirety of the weight. She took a half step back, measuring the distance between them. It was just crazy enough to work.
"Fine, fine! Who am I to refuse such an assertive and well meaning individual," Sarah turned her pistol up so it was aiming skyward with her off hand held out to her side in a show of surrender. She murmured to Tessarie. "Follow my lead but don't move."
"W--"
The two men started towards her again. "That's it. Just drop the toy and--"
Sarah feigned turning, shouting to Tessarie. "Jump!"
As expected, the two men started toward her at a run. Sarah wrenched her aim down towards her best guess at where the eaves were. The flintlock bucked with a thunderous CRACK and a bloom of smoke erupted from the firing chamber. The ball blasted into a tile at the edge of the roof-- the tile broke apart, showing the alley below and revealed that the wooden eave had indeed been rotted by rain damage.
The younger man hadn't caught on to what was happening yet. His weight came down on the tile and it started to slide. The moment of confusion where he was torn between going forward or jumping back lasted just that split second longer than Sarah expected-- he was still waffling about, trying to decide which way to go when she charged forward and cracked him in the face with the flat of her pistol.
As he pinwheeled and tried to grab her, she shifted her weight and shoved against the wall, sending his momentum off with the sliding tiles. Hands grabbed Sarah's hair but she shoved for all she was worth. Pain burned in her skull as he jerked her head, dragging her closer to the edge. Only inches away, she pivoted and punched him in the stomach with all she could muster. Years of working around a forge and lifting heavy things had given her punch some power and he grunted a hollow 'umph!' He let go.
Distantly, she heard him tumble off along with the crashing tiles. Screaming came next. Still mildly disoriented, she tried to brace her foot behind her and it fell to empty air. She pinwheeled and tried to throw her weight forward. Someone grabbed her. A big, strong hand grabbed her blouse and yanked her to its owner. The bigger man had a knife in his off hand and he was just about to stab her when she threw her hands up to grab the blade. "N- Now, now!"
He was strong. Damn strong. She winced inwardly as she pushed back against the blade. Her hands were trembling with adrenaline and strain as they both fought for control. She was quickly loosing ground-- the tip of the blade kissed her skin with its tip.
What a load of bollocks.
Sarah kicked feebly at the man, barely missing his groin. He bore down on her and made to push one last time. She slid her hand around the spine of the blade, gripped the metal and pushed her will into the barrier she had erected in her mind. She bored into it with diamond tipped intensity, focusing so hard that she lost track of the real world, distantly registering a stinging sensation in her shoulder as she pushed harder against the blockage.
It wasn't a prayer. It wasn't holy. It wasn't even an acknowledgement of the divine so much as the trickling release of power that reverberated through her fingers in blissful agony. It was as if someone had tapped a hole into a concrete dam and the pressure was cutting through Sarah's entire being. She gritted her teeth against the pain and shoved her will harder. The pinhole became an awl sized hole.
That's when the screaming began.
She hated this part.
The metal beneath her fingers discolored and corroded, becoming pliable and brittle even as it started to crack and break apart, dissolving in the wind like rusty sand. The rest of the dagger followed suit and shortly after, the man's hand began to wilt, shrivel and turn black. Necrosis ate through his flesh like a fire set upon kindling and in seconds his entire hand up to the wrist was as black and shriveled as his leathers. He howled in pain and dropped to his knees, leaving Sarah to the mercies of gravity.
She was too close to the edge. She jumped away from the gap where the roofing had been, barely avoiding setting her weight down on the rotted wood. The man below was crawling away on a broken leg as the larger kidnapper glared daggers at her. "M- Monster!"
Blood trickled down her skin under her blouse as the pain became real for the first time. She scoffed, an empty anger burning in her chest. "That's right, I'm a monster," she advanced on him and he backed up against the wall. "I'm a monster! I'm the one who was going to give someone to the maw of a dragon." That last part came out much sharper than she expected. "I'm the one who had a choice in what kind of energy I could channel."
The man cradled his mangled hand as Sarah grabbed a paper cartridge from her pocket, ripped it open with her teeth and opened the pan on her pistol, pouring a bit of powder in and re-closing it. As she poured the ball and powder down the barrel, she went on. "Do you have a family?"
"I- I-"
"Sarah. . ." Tessarie said in a meek whisper as she approached, looking equal parts terrified and eager to move. "W- We need--"
"Do you have a family?" Sarah's voice went cold as she tamped the ball down with her ram rod. When it was securely in, she slid the rod back into the underside of the pistol and put her thumb on the cocking lever. "I won't ask again."
"Sarah?!"
"I-- a little girl!"
"What's her name?"
"Imeli. . ." his wary brown eyes focused on her. He swallowed.
Sarah eyed him for a long moment and turned away. Monster. Her internal voice whispered. She clenched her teeth, grabbing a coin from her pocket. She tossed it back his way as she started for the second floor of the temple. "Find a healer and go home. Tell Imeli you love her. . . Don't ever forget that you do."
Tessarie was beside her in a second. "S- Sarah?"
"I've a friend to rescue." Sarah chewed on her lip, trying to figure out how she was going to go on. "I'm not keeping you here, Tessarie," she cocked the lever on her pistol back when they got closer to the window. She peeked around the corner. The guards had come and gone it seemed.
"Sarah." A slim hand touched her shoulder. When she looked up, Tessarie was smiling weakly but there was still that certain fear in her eyes.
"I can't help it," she whispered.
The young elf's smile faded a little. "It is all right."
They climbed into the room as carefully as they could manage and Sarah grabbed her shoes, making it a point to ignore the corpses of the two men she had slept with the night before. It wasn't like she could help them, anyway. The two elf-blooded women checked the other rooms only to find them empty and the first floor landing littered with personal effects from temple visitors.
Sarah lay flat on her stomach and peeked through the space between the rungs of the banister. Down on the ground level, guards were scuffling with the remnants of the congregation who'd banded together in the altar room. There had to have been dozens of them.
Tessarie touched her shoulder again and pointed down at the entrance to the room before she mimed someone sleeping with a questioning look. Sarah considered it for a second, shook her head and backed away, motioning the girl to follow. When they were out of ear shot, Sarah lead her into the nearest bedroom. "Strip the sheets."
"B- But, this is hardly the time--"
"Focus, dear. I've an idea."
"But. . . Sarah. They smell like--" a furious blush swept her olive skinned face. She leaned forward and whispered as if someone might overhear them. "They smell like 'musk'!" complete with air quotes.
It would have been kind of cute if they weren't pressed for time. She urged the elf on as she turned to the modest closet and rifled through it for anything useful-- she came away with a small drawer from the built in dresser and a pair of shoes. "Come on."
By the time they had stripped the other two beds and gathered up everything, they had enough bedding to make two moderate length 'ropes', two drawers and a wooden bar the thickness of her arm along with several sets of shoes. Sarah looked at the supplies. She caught Tessarie looking at her questioningly and smiled.
There was shouting from below as the guards and worshipers started to get into a tangle. Sarah glanced back. "All right, this is what's going to happen. Get started with those sheets. Roll them quickly and tie them together like this," she grabbed two different sheets and quickly rolled them up into a facsimile of rope after which she tied the ends into a weaver's hitch knot. "Got it?"
"Y- Yes." The girl furrowed her brow in concentration. Sarah waited for her to start tying, correcting her a couple times with all the patience she could manage. When she finally got it right, Sarah nodded.
"Be sure they're tight," she set about knotting up the strings she'd found with similar knots. The throbbing in her shoulder was little more than a dull ache as she worked furiously over the plan forming in her mind. She snagged one of the sheets and threw it over her shoulder before Tessarie could get to it. The girl shot her a look which she ignored on her way to the closet to retrieve the small dresser.
Her shoulder throbbed and ached as she maneuvered the dresser onto the second floor landing and grabbed the wooden bar. The voices were becoming much louder now. Women and men alike were screaming in defense of 'the high priest' while men were shouting about monsters and keeping the city safe. They had to have been talking about Keiter.
Sarah put the thought out of her mind. Her focus was wavering as she stood atop the dresser and shoved the bar against the wood crown molding opposite her position and then jammed it up into the wall nearest her. She waited for the voices to rise downstairs before she shoved up on it and crammed it into place. When she had it shoved up where she wanted it, she gave it a tug.
It held.
It even held when she settled some of her weight on it. A sign that things might finally be going right.
Seconds later, someone downstairs screamed. Metal clattered against metal. Sarah jumped down and grabbed the sheet-rope out of Tessarie's hand. This was only going to end in tears. She knew it was. You didn't fight guards and you sure as hell didn't fight Knights unless you were insane. Someone-- the young man from the night before, the paladin-- was shouting an objection, shouting at the guards or something.
Their time was just about out as Sarah tied the sheet-rope around the dresser and looped it over the bar, under the railing and back over the bar. She motioned for Tessarie to grab the rope and went foraging for nails. A few seconds in, she found a mirror which she broke under a pillow with the heel of a shoe. Back in the hallway, she pinned up half the sheet with shards of glass. "Listen to me carefully," she whispered to Tessarie. "We do this, we go around to the spot where the tiles fell off. We'll have to break the roof, so we'll need to be quick. We might need your magic, too, all right? Can you do that for me?"
She nodded meekly. "I can try."
Sarah didn't even hesitate as she lied, smiling. "I've faith in you, sweetheart." The girl livened a little. "We're going to pull this up and knob it here, all right?" Without waiting for a reply, she stood on top of the dresser and tied a slip knot with her string, punching her fingers through the moldy plaster ceiling and lacing the string over the joist. She tied one end there and slipped the slip knot over the corner of the dresser where the drawer had been. "Right. Let's do this. . ."
Together they pulled the sheets back, using the pulley action of the bar and railing to leverage the heavy dresser into position. When they had it in place, Sarah wrapped the length of the sheet-rope around the banister. A few seconds later, Sarah had the small elf standing on her back to attach the drooping sheet to the wall with shards of mirror in order to cover the dresser that was now suspended from the ceiling and aimed directly at the stairwell.
"Good, good."
"Is-- is this safe?"
Sarah smirked. "Yes, dear." With that said, she slunk down the steps with the loose end of the slip knot, weaving it between two rails and tying it to a shoe, placing it so it looked randomly strewn. No one was going to be paying attention, but it didn't hurt to make the attempt.
By the time she had made final adjustments, she had the string taught with shoe it was attached to wedged tightly in a gap between the steps. All it would take was someone jostling string to set things in motion. When someone stepped on the string, the knot would slip on the dresser and let it go. All they needed to do was tie their sheet to the bar and they could be off.
When she got up the steps, Tessarie was looking dubiously at the contraption. "S-"
"Shh." Sarah climbed up and tied the sheet in a knot to the bar, slipping the extra length up under the concealing sheet. More shouts from below turned into loud shouts-- another scream. They were out of time. She shoved Tessarie forward towards the window and ushered her out. "I'll be there in a minute."
A voice from down below shouted. "He's a monster! Now get out of the way or we will strike you down!"
Show time. Sarah sucked air through her teeth. "Hey! Put the gun down!"
There was a pause.
Sarah took out her pistol and fired into the wood work. "Guards! Help! More kobolds!" This was dangerous. This was stupid. The expected tromping of guards came seconds later and Sarah retreated into the room, crashing the dresser drawers together to make more noise before she dived out the window.
Tessarie was waiting for her when she heard the thunderous crash, screams and surprised curses. A louder secondary and third crash. The bar didn't hold, Sarah guessed. She hunched down by the moldy wood and laid her hands on it, forcefully channeling energy through her hands into the wood. It started rotting away almost instantly like ice near a forge.
Keiter was looking up at her with yellow reptilian eyes. He was holding a dead man in his scaly arms, soaked in the blood of his followers who were laid around him; the remains of a last ditch effort to protect him. Several more people stood between the two armored knights and the kobold, arms interlocked. Some part of Sarah wanted to smile but she was too busy focusing on their next move as she threw the sheet-rope down.
"We don't have time for this-- stand aside or--"
"Do what you have to," one of the women raised her voice. "But this is a house of peace. You are not welcome!"
"Put the armored men to sleep." Sarah murmured to Tessarie as she dangled the rope in front of Keiter. "You can't help them. We can grieve later."
The kobold stared at her. "But--"
She gritted her teeth, biting back on her anger. "I came back for you. Don't let it be for nothing-- please."
He blinked. Twice. Looked at his followers.
The sharp, crisp tingle of Tessarie's magic prickled Sarah's senses and the knights along with half the would-be protectors dropped into a heap. Sarah poked her head into the room, looking at it upside down. "Those of you who're awake, I suggest leaving! Right now! Services are concluded-- Keiter, let's go."
"But, but. . . She trusts--"
"You to do what's right for Her followers? Yes, I know, dear. You are. Those you can help have been helped, those who can't are with Her." She lied. "Come, we have much to do! You want to be a hero in Her eyes, don't you?"
"W--"
"Grab the rope!" There was clattering in the other room as the soldiers tried to get themselves together. More cursing followed and before she was ready, one of the soldiers barged in. "Bollocks. Grab the rope! I'm not leaving you here--" they locked gazes. A familiar ache passed between them. "You die, I die Remember?"
Reluctantly the kobold reached up, gently laid the dead man's head against the remains of his goddess's altar and grabbed the sheet-rope. Sarah didn't give him time to think better of it. She yanked him up and scooped him up into her arms like a babe. "We'll grieve later. I promise."
"Sarah!" Tessarie pointed behind them.
Two guards were poking their heads out of the window to her old room. One had a hand crossbow with him. The half-elf dived forward, tossed Keiter over the gap and spun with her pistol raised. "Not the time, gentlemen! I've bigger problems to deal--" The guard's bolt went just slightly wide and panged off the tile. Sarah jumped. "That's not very nice!"
With her bluff called, Sarah had no choice; she tucked her pistol into her belt line, hopped the gap, and scooped up Keiter so he could crawl over her shoulders. She put the burning pain in her shoulder out of her mind, motioning for Tessarie to cover them. One of the guards had disappeared back into the building, presumably to get re-enforcements on the ground.
"Sarah." Keiter whispered, his little claws found the cut in her shoulder and she winced. "Ah! I'm sorry, my friend!"
"I'll live." She smashed one of the shoddier tiles and used the heel of her shoe to break a hole in the moldy wood so she could loop her sheet-rope around the gap and new hole. Meanwhile, Tessarie cast a spell towards the guard-- that same tingle of energy bristled the air but the guard showed no signs of getting tired. He raised his reloaded crossbow and fired at Sarah again. The kiss of sharp steel grazed her right thigh as she tried to juke out of the way. "Ay! Tessarie! Go!"
It wasn't bleeding bad. Not bad enough to worry about. She stepped in front of the small elf, fished a fresh cartridge out of her pocket and went about reloading her pistol while the girl climbed down. The guard fired again but nothing hit Sarah. She was down the rope before Tessarie had gotten all the way down.
The sheets or the knots gave a second later.
As they tumbled down towards the ground, Sarah cursed the most profane thing she could think of in Sphinx and the three of them landed in a tangled mess of limbs and foul language. Keiter was the first one to get to his feet. Tessarie was next and Sarah a distant third. Her back hurt. Her knees hurt and the pounding between her pointed ears had become a sharp blare of agony. Then there was the lever of her flintlock digging into her kidney.
"Tessarie. . ." Sarah groaned as she rolled over. "Never wake me up again. Ever."
"What?" She knelt to help Sarah up. "Why?"
"Somehow this was all your fault. I'm not sure how, but I know you had something to do with it." At the girl's deep set frown, Sarah flashed a reassuring smile. "Come on, I need to stop by my house and pick up a few things--"
A man's shadow darkened the alley behind them. "Not so fast." It was the young paladin that had come to the temple earlier.
"Come now, really?" Sarah wheeled around to face him. He had his sword out and held at the low ready. They locked gazes and for just a moment, Sarah could swear he was shaking but his handsome, confident face betrayed nothing. She planned her moves even before she opened her mouth, "That's the best you can come up with? Why not something catchy like 'stop, evil-doer! I deliver justice in the name of-- your god. Who's name I've forgotten."
"His name is--"
"Not terribly important when I'm ruining my best leisure clothes with my own blood! Now, be a dear and give us a hand before I bleed out, would you?"
Keiter and Tessarie both glanced at her.
To his credit, the young paladin approached cautiously, keeping a good distance with those who still posed a threat. He was young but he wasn't stupid. Sarah immediately liked him. "Lay down your weapons, you're going to be arrested and--"
"Dear boy. You don't seem to understand the gravity of the situation in which you find yourself. You want to change the world and--"
"There!" A guard called from her right. They alley that lead to the main street was clogged with them an instant later-- six, at least. Sarah pushed off forward, preparing to shove the paladin out of the way. Instead he grabbed her by her gun arm and swung her around, using her momentum to get her into a lock with his blade against her chest.
"Ngh! Now, now, let's not be hasty--"
"Let her go!" Tessarie jumped into action and beat on the kid's arm.
Sarah pushed back against him. Her headache chose that moment to flair up like a hammer pounding her skull. She went to grab her temples and the man's arm clamped down on her firmly. As amusing as the idea of being allergic to paladins seemed on the surface, at that moment it was an obnoxious position to be in. Sarah dug her heels in, muttering. The kid was just doing what he thought was right, she couldn't fault him for that.
Two men strolled into the alley from the opposite side of the guards and a third from the alley in front of Sarah. It was Scarface.
Sarah glanced at Tessarie. "Never. Wake me up. Again." | literotica |
Title: Friends like These
Tags: sibling, sister, twins, cousin, office, blindfold
Another wasted weekend trying to go on a date with another loser. There were no good men left in the city. Not a one. No matter how the rules changed or how much society insisted that certain things weren't going to be acceptable behavior anymore, men were always going to find a way around it. Men were always going to win.
Lisa arrived back at her apartment building and low and behold some other loser was just camped out with his luggage in front of her mailbox. She was strongly tempted to just kick the guy but the wiser part of her brain objected so instead she tapped her key on the metal and told him to get out of her way.
He looked up at her and instantly she was happy she hadn't kicked him. "Hey, sis."
"Charlie. What are you doing here?" she asked as he got up to his feet.
"Mom kicked me out."
"Why? What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"She wouldn't kick you out over nothing."
"It wasn't my fault. It was Nancy."
"Who?"
"It's a long story."
"Ok, well, come on up I guess."
"Thanks."
Once they were up in the apartment on the seventh floor he stood there awkwardly by the door with his bags.
"Go ahead. Relax. Tell me what happened." she said.
"Well, Mom and Dad have a girlfriend."
"A what?"
"Well, it all started when Mom and Dad started having sex a lot all of the sudden. They were doing it all over the house and walking around naked. It was like they forgot I was even there. And then they hired this new housekeeping lady who was in her thirties but she never did any cleaning. She's Nancy. Anyway, Dad and Nancy started to ... you know, and I thought Mom was going to flip out but she seemed cool with it. What she wasn't cool with was when Nancy started to come onto me. Mom never screamed at me so much. But it wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything. I told her to stop. I said no. Mom didn't care. She didn't care at all. She threw me out."
"What exactly were you saying no to?"
"Nothing happened. Nancy was trying to get me to touch her and she was putting her body all over me. She had me backed up against the wall and I was afraid she was going to pull like a rape charge on me if I pushed her off of me. I was scared. Then Mom came in and the next thing I knew I was out on my ass."
"Ok. Hold on. Let me call Mom and ..."
"No. You don't want to bother them."
"Let me just call. It sounds like just a heated momentary thing. Maybe she's calmed down by now."
Charles watched as Lisa got on the phone to their parents. The conversation was short but very confrontational. It ended with Lisa actually calling their mother a bitch on the phone and then hanging up.
"Can you believe her?" Lisa asked.
"Now you see."
"What the hell has gotten into them?"
"Some new age free love thing that they started trying. They went to meetings for it."
Charles looked around the spacious apartment and wondered silently about what he was going to do. Nothing could really be decided until Lisa's twin got home. She worked in the food services industry so she wouldn't be home for a few more hours.
The twins were supposed to be identical but everyone could tell the two sisters apart even when Mona wasn't wearing her glasses. Of course it also helped that each sister had their own distinctive style. Where Lisa always made her make up and outfits a full glamor production, Mona had a way of looking stunning in simple practical attire with minimal use of any cosmetics.
When Mona got home she passed Charles without even noticing him as it would have been extremely uncommon for Lisa to have anyone over. As long as Charles was sitting still he sort of blended into the background. It was only after she had a shower to wash off the smell of food that she realized her little brother was there.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she stood by the bathroom door in just a towel.
"Long story."
Lisa came out of her room and started to explain how their parents had kicked Charles out. Mona stood there in shock with her mouth hanging open and once she heard it all including the phone call from earlier, she went over to her little brother and put her arms around him.
"Oh Charlie."
"So we need to figure out what he's going to do." Lisa said.
"He's staying here, of course." Mona said.
"Here?" Lisa asked.
"Yes, here."
"For how long?"
"I don't want to be a burden." Charles said.
"You're no burden. Don't say that." Mona objected.
"No, really, how long?" Lisa asked again.
"As long as he needs to."
"He's not a little kid anymore. He's going to have to learn to take care of himself."
"If I can just stay here a week or two I can probably find ..."
"You stay here as long as you like."
"I have a date tomorrow. I can't have him here." Lisa said.
"He can stay in my room." Mona offered. "There. Problem solved."
"Then where are you going to sleep?" Lisa asked.
"With you."
"No. I'm not having another guy thinking he's getting a threesome with twins."
"I can just take the sofa if ..." Charles tried to say.
"No, no, no. I won't hear of it."
"Plus you can't be sleeping out here if I bring a guy home."
"You never bring guys home." Mona asserted. "What are you talking about?"
"I said 'if'. If I can find a guy who's not a complete creep then yes, I might actually want to bring him home. What's wrong with that?"
"I'll try to stay out of the way." Charles said.
"Don't let her bully you." Mona told him.
"I'm not bullying him. I'm just saying ..."
"This is a family emergency. Your boyfriends can wait."
"They aren't my ..."
"Please, don't argue." Charles said as he finally pulled away from his sister holding him and her full bouncy breasts. "I'll go in the morning. Uncle Steve lives ..."
"You don't have to go." Lisa said. "Yet."
"You don't have to go, at all. You can stay as long as you need to." Mona cut in.
It was clear that they weren't all going to agree on anything. Charles slept on the sofa that night and spent Sunday using Lisa's laptop to write up a CV and start looking for a job. That was not how he expected his life to go. This was supposed to be the year he took off before starting college. He had other plans that were all shot now. All because of that slut Nancy.
Lisa was very keen to have her brother out of the apartment as quickly as possible. She made a few calls and discovered that the apartment directly across the hall was available. Her initial reaction was that it would be too close and she would still feel imposed upon, especially if she had to pay his rent for him until he found a job. Then again, if she was going to have to be on the hook for more rent, then she wanted him close by so she could jump on him if he didn't look for a job.
In what would be considered a bad move in the initial retrospect, on Monday, Lisa verbally agreed to rent the other apartment for her brother before she even looked at it. The price being so cheap didn't startle her at all and she was only thinking about how thankful she was that she wouldn't have to spend that much. That evening, the building manager came by with the paperwork and the keys and had all three of them sign. Mona was hesitant since she had figured her brother could just stay in her room and everything would be fine but she didn't want to pass up what looked like a good deal.
Once the apartment manager had the papers signed she wanted to get out of there as fast as she could. She was almost gone without even leaving the keys.
"And remember, if you have any troubles, just call the super." Then, with the keys left, she was gone.
Lisa held up the key and showed her excitement. "See. This is all going to work out. Just watch."
They all went across the hall and opened the door. Oh. It was a dump. Unlike the other apartment which had ample square footage, large windows with a nice view, and a kitchen almost as big as the living room; this apartment was very small, had no windows, and the space for a kitchen was really just a side corner of the living room where the carpet gave way to linoleum.
"Well, it's definitely a boy's apartment." Lisa said.
"He can't stay here."
"Well, obviously it needs a few touches and some furniture but ..."
"And a wall." Mona pointed out as she went to the spot where all the drywall had been damaged and the concrete and steel underneath was showing. "All this carpet has to come out. What is that?"
Charles walked over to the dark red spot and looked down. "I guess someone spilled wine." At least he hoped it was wine and not some other fluid that could cause a stain like that.
"Ok, it needs some work, I'll admit but just remember how much money we're saving." Lisa said.
"Charlie, you're not sleeping here tonight. You're not sleeping here at all. We'll let Lisa have this place."
"No." Lisa objected. "We got this place for him."
"I don't mind. It just needs some work."
"It needs a wrecking ball."
"I don't understand how two apartments in the same building can be so different." Charles said.
"You're going to get mold if you don't have proper ventilation." Mona said.
They went to look at the bedroom and discovered that it had no closet since it was little more than the size of a closet itself. Luckily, it did have a window but that window only looked out to a brick wall across a narrow gap that none but the thinnest person would be able to move through. The other room that might have also been a bedroom had been stripped of all drywall, ceiling, and flooring. The wiring was left exposed and none of them dared to venture into the room.
"Ok, look, you only need one bedroom anyway." Lisa said.
"Do you have any idea how much it's going to cost just to get this place livable?" Mona berated before storming out and dragging Charles with her.
That night, when Charles was going to sleep on the sofa again, his sister really insisted that he just share her bed and she pointed out that he might as well get used to it since that apartment was not going to be ready for anyone to sleep there for a good while yet.
Charles tried to say he was fine with just the sofa but his sister wasn't going to hear of it and had him come to her bed despite his protest. Charles tried to stay as still and as quiet as possible even as his sister wanted to cuddle with him.
Charles was not comfortable with this but he had no way to say it. Even before his sisters had moved out, he had discovered that their adult bodies gave him erections. What else could anyone expect once his sisters turned into bombshells?
And now he was in bed with Mona and she kept adjusting her sleeping position while snuggling up to him and he just prayed that she didn't notice his hard on. She was perfectly fine wrapping her arms around him and pressing her tits into him but he spent the night with his eyes wide open and his dick acting as center mast for a circus tent.
...
Long story short, through a combination of a loan and nagging the super, the sisters got the other apartment on the road to getting refurbished for their brother and after complaining about the condition of the place, got a slight reduction in the already very cheap rent.
Lisa noticed with great envy that her brother was able to get a job in the city in a matter of days unlike the weeks and months of job hunting it took her to land a position. Then of course, once Charles had money he quickly found himself with a girlfriend though the girl was not one that Lisa would have recommended to him.
"She's a gold digger." Lisa had told him one night after he had finished taking a shower.
"Then why is she with me? I have no gold."
"She just wants you to pay for things. She doesn't care about you. That's how all these city women are."
"Come on. All of them?"
"Granted there are a few good women out there but most of them are little better than prostitutes. They get you to buy them drinks or dinner and they trade that for sex."
"You don't know her. You don't know what her intentions are."
It was on the day that the apartment was finished and the first few pieces of actual furniture were put in that Charles came home despondent. After only two weeks of dating, Janice had broken up with him. Even though his own bed would not be delivered until the next day, he slept alone on the floor of his new apartment and wouldn't answer the door no matter how much Mona knocked on it and begged him to come out.
By the time the holidays rolled around the new dynamic had set in. Even though it had taken Charles three months to get over Janice he was back in spirits for Christmas and he even made a cheerful phone call to his parents to tell them he forgave them.
On New Years day, Lisa was pleasantly surprised to find Charles kissing a woman's hand in the nearby coffee shop. She observed from afar and tried to think if she knew that woman or not. She'd have to find out about her. But later when she asked about it, Charles dismissed the woman as a P.A.D.
"What does that mean?" Lisa asked.
"She's not 'date-able' material."
Ah, so he was learning. Good for him. There were a lot of trashy and/or loony people in this city, not to mention the sharks who were only out to hurt others; so if you wanted to find quality people you had to be careful.
By the time Valentine's day came, Charles had paid the twins back for the money they'd spent on his apartment. By March he had his own car and announced that he'd been promoted at his job and they now required him to wear a tie everyday. Mona was very happy for him but Lisa was starting to feel concerned by the arrogance he displayed at times. Now that he made more money than her she felt like he wasn't speaking to her with the respect he used to.
That issue of respect soon popped up again when their cousin Regina came to town to interview for a job once she finished college. Lisa thought that it would only be right to let Regina use the extra room in Charles' apartment after all the money they'd spent on it. Charles was not happy that his sister had made that decision about his apartment without talking to him first. Lisa pointed out all the money they'd spent on the room and Charles correctly pointed out that he'd paid them back every penny. Charles only relented and agreed when Mona got home and said she agreed with Lisa.
Of course it was all smiles like everyone had agreed from the beginning once Regina arrived. She was with them for three days, went to her interviews and then returned to university. Charles had to admit, she wasn't any trouble to have around and even though she was his cousin, having a tall, beautiful blond in the apartment was nice.
What Charles was not prepared for was Regina coming back at the end of May and asking if she could rent the other room in his apartment. She had gotten a job from one of those interviews and now that she had her degree in hand she was ready to start her career.
It wasn't like Charles wanted to say no. He really didn't but he didn't want a roommate. Nonetheless, in the end he agreed and before he even felt he had a chance to get ready she was already there with a bunch of her stuff moving in and making his apartment look girlie.
"I forgot how small the closet was." Regina said.
"You get what you pay for." Charles responded. "I keep a handful of things across the hall. Maybe you can do that too."
"Good idea."
And so the dynamic changed if only so slightly. Now, instead of Mona making breakfast for three, she made it for four. Regina wasn't exactly good to her word that she wouldn't get in Charles' way and in no time she and Charles discovered that they had a lot in common. That first weekend after she'd moved in, they spent almost the entire time talking and otherwise just enjoying being together. They had read the same books and liked the same movies. They even liked the same actresses. With each of them earning nice salaries, they did a lot of fun things together like going to the beach, visiting museums, attending concerts, and more often than they should have they ate at nice restaurants. They spent every moment outside of work with each other and there were times when one would change their previous plans just to do what the other was going to do. They were able to pay for the twins to come as well at times and it would be all four of them together doing something fun. However, most of the time, it was Charles and Regina as partners. Even on the days when they weren't going to go out to do something fun, they found themselves at least playing video games together.
If there was something fun or stupid happening, you could bet that Charles and Regina were in the middle of it. Nurf baseball in the hall. Stealing Lisa's fashion magazines and pasting funny captions on all the pictures. Making fun of what the various people who talked on their cell phones while driving were talking about that was so important. Prank calling various companies to ask for things that had nothing to do with their business model. They even played paper football for hours at a time just goofing off.
It was a pretty nice summer that year and everyone was getting along great. Charles had given up on even the idea of going to college at this point since he now had his job and he wasn't going to leave it to go get a degree he didn't need.
The only dark part of that summer was near the end when Janice contacted Charles again and told him she wanted to get back together with him. He had no use for dating anymore and told her so. Charles told her no in such a way that it caused her to track him down and start a huge argument between him and her out in a public place and before he new it, Charles found himself being told off by a cop while Janice cried and some social worker offered her a tissue.
"Listen, you stay away from her." the cop said.
"I am. She ..."
"Don't talk back to me. It's yes sir or no sir or a punch in the mouth."
"Yes sir."
After the incident Charles didn't want to talk about it and in fact never mentioned it. She knew what he needed. To make him feel better she challenged him to see who could do the most push ups. Sure, he was always going to win at something like that but it was the ego boost he needed to get him back to normal.
...
September
Charles hung up the phone at his desk and hung his head for a second. Apparently his new boss didn't think he was doing a good enough job for her. It's always hard to take criticism but he wasn't going to let it keep him down. He had to change her mind. He had to work a little harder and maybe be a little smarter. So he didn't have an accounting degree. He didn't need one to do his job so long as he was good with math. He just wished she hadn't been so vague about her issues with him.
He made a detailed report and emailed it to her to show her what he'd been doing. She emailed him right back and told him to bring the printout to her office. What? He didn't have time for that. Still, she was asking for it and the way he'd learned to get ahead in this company was to do what they wanted you to do with no lip. He liked his job. He liked his salary. He liked his apartment. He liked his car. He was not going to make waves over the new manager asserting her position for the first couple of weeks. Honestly, he should have seen it coming.
"Close the door." she said as he went into her office.
"I brought ..."
"I told you to close the door."
He did as she asked and then she told him to sit. She had two chairs in front of her desk. They both looked the same but when he started to sit in one she wouldn't allow it and told him to sit in the other chair. Charles suppressed a puzzled look, put his poker face on, and just did as she asked.
"How old are you?" she asked him.
"I'll be 20 in ..."
"I didn't ask that. How old are you now?"
"19."
"19, MA'AM."
"Sorry, ma'am. I'm 19, ma'am."
She came and sat on her desk right in front of him and the way she had her legs he would have a view of her underwear if he had wanted to look. She was an attractive woman. He didn't know how old she was but he doubted she was even out of her twenties yet, and she could be no older than maybe 31 or 32.
"So, you're a privileged little white boy playing at being a man. Do you think you're qualified to work at this company?" she asked him.
"Yes, ma'am." he answered.
"Where did you go to college?"
"College? Um ..."
"You don't have to trip over your words. I know you didn't go."
"Well, I got hired here and I just liked it so much that ..."
"But you aren't qualified to work here."
"I can do the work. Just tell me what ..."
"The only thing you're qualified to do is mop the floor. I have half a good mind to reassign you."
"I'm really sorry you feel that way. If you give me a chance I can prove that I can ..."
"You don't want to mop floors? I thought you said you'd do anything."
Charles couldn't remember saying that. He was going to have to choose his words carefully. He'd be happy to mop the floors so long as he kept his current salary but he was pretty sure mopping floors would mean a pay cut.
"I want to be as valuable to the company as I can." he said.
She effortlessly flipped her hair and then smoothly moved towards him and before Charles could even react she was sitting on his lap.
"Value. You want to be valuable to me?"
Charles swallowed. He was not at all sure what was going on. "Absolutely." he said and then quickly added "ma'am."
She put her fingers in his hair. "I see what she means. You are so cute."
"Cute?"
"Don't talk back. I'm trying to decide what to do with you."
"I brought the numbers you asked for." he said as he tried to raise his hand to show her. She seemed to care little for it as she gazed down into his eyes.
"You seem nervous. I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?"
"Uh ... no ma'am."
"Good. I'd hate to think you were going to cause the same kind of problems for me that you did for Janice."
"Janice? Uh ... Um ..." He started looking around the room to work out what all this was supposed to mean. Then she grabbed his jaw and forced his face to look at her.
"Janice. You know her. You broke her heart."
"She broke up with me."
"That's not what she said. You were a cruel, manipulative, selfish boy who pushed her away when she was only trying to love you."
"I don't know why she said that. That's not what happened."
"Then tell me what happened." his boss said as she leaned down to the point where her face was right in front of his.
"Ok. Um ..."
"Stop with the 'ums' if you want to keep your job."
Charles could not believe this. How could she be so pretty and so evil at the same time? How was it that she was making him feel like he was being crushed? He felt small and helpless.
"We only dated for two weeks and then she just broke up with me. She never told me why. I begged her not to but she ..."
"But wasn't she willing to take you back?"
"No. I tried to call her. I tried to ..."
"Janice is a very special friend of mine. I believe her. You are a young man who's in over your head. I can only assume you conned your way into this company because no one in their right mind should have hired you."
"I can do the work."
"You claim. I'm not convinced."
"I've been working here for over a year. You can see ..."
"Let's just put a pin in that for a moment. First, Janice. Why didn't you get back together with her. She said she tried."
"It was, well, you see, it was the cops."
"The cops?"
"The police told me I had to stay away from her or they'd put me in jail."
"And why would they say that? What did you do to her?"
"Nothing."
"The police don't issue those kinds of warnings unless you did something."
"I promise I didn't do anything. I ran into her when I was shopping for a tie and I don't know how it happened but she started just crying all over the place and then next thing I knew this cop with a gun was looking like he wanted to punch me out."
"What did you say to her?"
"Nothing besides that I just didn't want to date her again."
"Why not? You don't think for a moment that you're too good for her, do you? If a woman like Janice wants to date you, you should count yourself lucky."
"Ok, the truth is, I had a, ahem, girlfriend."
"A girlfriend."
"I tried to tell her that but she wouldn't listen. I don't want to be one of those guys who cheats on his girlfriend."
"What was her name?"
"Name?" thinking quickly, "Sarah."
"Are you still with this Sarah?"
"No. She left me for another guy."
"She sounds smart." his boss said as she wiggled her ass on his lap. "So, if you're single, you shouldn't mind giving it another go with Janice."
"Another go?"
"I can call her and then you two can get back together and everyone is happy. And I wouldn't want to see my friend's boyfriend lose his job so I guess I'll have to keep you on for her sake."
Think. Careful here. What to say? "I'd love to. I would. I thought I was falling in love with Janice. I really liked her a lot. But ..."
"There's a but?"
"I have a girlfriend right now."
"Really?"
"I don't know what you want from me. I don't know what Janice wants from me. I'm just trying to be an honest guy and not lead anyone on. I'm sorry. Please just tell her I'm sorry."
"Well, this changes things. I'm going to have to think about this. If you'd been smart you would have just gone along with my plan but of course you're just some dumb kid."
"I guess I can't argue with that."
"What's your girlfriend's name?"
Charles tried to quickly think of another name but the only one popping into his head was Sarah, the name of his high school sweetheart who had cheated on him. He couldn't use that name again. Or could he? Maybe he could say he got back together with her. That would work. Maybe. He looked into his bosses eyes and then thought that maybe that wouldn't work. It would sound contrived. Another name. Why couldn't he think of another name? Any name. Then without even knowing the name he would say, his lips parted and the name came out.
"Regina." and instantly knew that this was bad.
"It's pretty. That probably means the girl isn't, though. Or am I wrong?"
"I think she's pretty." he said with his cousin front and center in his thoughts.
"Prettier than Janice?"
"How could I ever compare them?" Janice was a parasite and Regina was the paragon of feminine virtue that other men didn't believe existed anymore. "I'm not the kind of guy to just go off looks. I look at character and morality and ..."
"You look at tits and ass like every other male on the planet." she argued as she put her tits in his face. "You want to fain being a goody two shoes but you're a dog."
"I'm just trying to do right by her."
"Well, I can't send you off to Janice if you've got another woman in your heart. It's not fair to her. But you must be punished."
"Please don't fire me. I can prove to you that I can ..."
"Quiet! There's nothing worse than a man begging. I'll take your job performance under review later. For right now I need to get it through your thick skull. You claim you don't cheat but I know you do. Every man does. It's easy to not cheat when you're such a loser you never get the chance. Well, you better prepare yourself because you're going to get lucky."
She leaned down and forced him into a kiss. Then she let him go, got up and walked around to the other side of her desk. He was still just sitting there bewildered. It's difficult to have negative feelings towards a woman who kisses you but he knew he was supposed to hate this. Also mixed in were feelings of guilt as if he had actually cheated on Regina with that kiss even though that feeling didn't make any sense at all.
"What are you waiting for?" she said. "Get out and get back to your desk."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Make sure you email me your address. I want to come collect you so you can bring me to meet the woman you'll be cheating on."
"Woman. Right. Regina."
"See you later sweetums."
Back at his desk John pulled out the company handbook. What Miss Evans had done had to be wrong. It certainly felt wrong. Sexual harassment. Sexual harassment. He found the policy. Then he felt his throat plummet through his body. It was written to specifically apply to male bosses targeting females subordinates. Just fucking great. The laws weren't going to be any help now either with a woman president in the white house. If he made a complaint, the company would be forced to either side with him and lose a female manager which all companies are required to have now despite there being too few qualified women to go around; or get rid of him, just some low level guy who could be easily replaced by any number of other candidates looking for work.
He couldn't just quit. If he quit and then they gave him a bad recommendation then he'd never get another job. He had no degree. He had no prospects. He'd been lucky to get hired here as just an errand guy. Then he was lucky to land a low level clerk job. Someone thought he was doing something right so they moved him up. If he lost this job he'd never make this kind of salary again.
Maybe this was a big wake up call. Maybe he was meant to go to college after all. But how would he ever be able to pay for it? How would he survive until next September? Fewer and fewer colleges were even letting men in, and now that he'd be 20 before he'd even start a program he just didn't see how he'd get accepted.
It was already five minutes after he was supposed to be off the clock but Charles wasn't leaving any work to be finished another day or by anyone else. He was going to make sure he did it and got credit for it. If they came for his job, he wanted to be able to defend himself as best he could.
Then it was ten minutes after he was supposed to have left. Then fifteen. Before he new it, he'd stayed over forty five minutes when he finally put his things in his bag and was going to go home. Then just as he was passing some of the other cubicles he felt someone slap him on the ass with a loud audible smack.
"Sugar, why don't you go get me and my guest some coffee." Miss Evans said.
He looked back at her and the look she gave him told him he had no choice. He cleared his throat. "How many cups?"
"Are you blind? Four. Now go before I slap your front part too."
As he was making the coffee, one of the women who worked at his same level was laughing and pointing at him.
He brought the coffee to the conference room and right after he put the tray on the table Miss Evans threw some contraption at him. He was lucky to have the reflexes to catch it before it smacked him across the face.
"You're only two seconds older than five. Try to undo that child lock."
He didn't know what she was aiming at with all this but he looked at the things and easily got it undone. He handed the two separated pieces to the woman nearest to him.
"See, what I mean?" Miss Evans address the room. "It has to be redesigned. Even that idiot can open it."
"May I go now, ma'am?" he asked.
"Did you send that email or have you managed to bungle that as well?"
"It should be in your inbox."
"Fine. I'll take a look at it later. Dismissed."
Charles was finally able to get out of the office and out of the building. He felt anger and fear and shame and a myriad of other emotions as he went. What had he done to deserve this treatment? Nothing. Nothing except say he wasn't going to be fooled by women. He wasn't going to get his life off track by dating or getting married. He was going to work on making himself better and better and he didn't need a woman to do that.
But to do what he wanted in life he needed money. The world runs on money. Those protesters could all claim they wanted their communist revolution all they wanted but the fact of the matter was none of them would ever lift a finger to help anyone else unless they were going to be paid to do so.
Plan. Think. What to do? He didn't want her to just do this to him but what choice did he have? Advice. He needed advice.
"She did not." Lisa said with shock after Charles had described to her what had happened. His actual first plan was to tell Regina what had happened but she wasn't home yet. He was going to wait but this just burned him up inside. So he went to see Lisa who was already home and in fact often got home from work before everyone else.
"What am I going to do?" he asked.
"I hate to say it but you're going to have to play along until you can find a way out."
"I can't do that."
"Why not? What's the worst that can happen to you? She puts you down while letting you get laid."
"I can't just sleep with her. It's wrong."
"You'll be fine."
"Would you say that if I was a woman and she was a man?"
"No, but you're not. Don't all guys just love it when you can score and score again and ..."
"No. Not me. I'm not like that."
"You're not like that? I've seen you with I don't know how many women. This will be heaven for you."
"I don't have sex with them."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Yes cause it's true. The only woman I slept with was Janice and she ripped my heart out for it. So I have a rule. No sleeping around and no paying for dates."
"No paying?"
"No. I get all these women to go out with me because they think I'll pay but then I don't."
"Why not?"
"Cause I'm not a sugar daddy. If a woman wants to go to dinner than she pays for her meal and I pay for mine."
"And the women agree to that?"
"If not then I don't go on the date. Simple."
"You're going to have a lot of women pissed off at you."
"They don't have to come. I'm perfectly happy to eat at a nice restaurant by myself. Or I can go with Regina. It's fine."
"If a woman goes on a date with you, she expects you to pay."
"Why? Because I have a dick between my legs?"
"Well ... YES!"
"No. That has to stop. I'm not a sugar daddy or a pimp or a true forced friendzone. I make plans and if a woman wants to tag along and share part of my great life then she can pay her own way. I'm not a charity."
"You at least have to warn women up front before ..."
"Can we talk about my dating life later? What am I going to do about my boss?"
"I don't know, kiddo."
"Do not call me that. No more. That has to stop today."
"Just give her what she wants. It's the only way."
"But then I'm just a boy toy. For Janice of all people. She's like psycho or something."
"Ok. How about I pretend to be your girlfriend. Ok. And you can bring your boss to meet me in a public place. And then I talk to her."
"That sounds like a bad idea."
"That's all I can come up with. It's that, give her what she wants or quit."
"I can't quit."
"Then give her what she wants."
"I can't do that either."
"Well, I don't know what to tell you."
"Well, thanks for listening."
"Maybe Mona can give you better advice."
"Mona? Ah ..." Charles imagined Mona marching down there with a frying pan and cracking his boss' skull open. "Maybe best not to mention this to her or Regina." He added in his cousin just because he didn't want the question to come up as to why he'd said her name as the name of his current girlfriend. Regina would probably be understanding but Charles himself was wondering if it meant something more about himself that he was going to have to examine.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. If you could just keep this to yourself, that would be great. It's just too embarrassing to get them involved."
When Regina got home, he didn't say a word about the incident. In fact, he didn't say a word to her at all. He kept just thinking and asking himself why he'd said her name. She was like the cool big brother he'd never had. Sure she was beautiful and she had a rocking body but always more than that and more than being just a roommate, she was his friend. A lot of the other guys would often tell him that men and women could never be true friends together but he had thought that maybe with Regina he was.
"Look, look, look what I got." Regina said after dinner. "Four ticket to next week's game."
Charles looked and then smiled at her but didn't say anything.
"You're still feeling down?" she asked.
Sigh. Charles shrugged.
After that she left him alone. The good thing about Regina over his sisters was that when he was in a bad mood she let him be.
...
It was almost two weeks later, day after day of his boss insulting his manhood in front of everyone and belittling his humanity before she showed up at his apartment with the smell of alcohol on her breath and demanded he take her to meet his girlfriend.
"She's still at work." Charles said.
"All the better. I should love to go down and tell her supervisor what an idiot he has on his hands."
"Her supervisor is a woman."
"Better and better. Let's go."
As Charles left, he gave three big bangs to his sister's door. "The guys there watch my apartment when I'm gone so I don't get robbed." he explained. Really, he was giving his sister the signal that his boss had come.
He led her the long way around a big park and back to a coffee shop near his building. "Oh, it looks like she got off early. There she is." he said as he pointed but then he stopped. "Can I ask you to please not do this?"
"You can but I'll say that I'm doing it anyway."
"What do you have against me?"
"Why do I need to have anything against you? You aren't special or important to me. You aren't special or important to anyone. You're a speck of dust too crummy to be labeled a particle and too unimportant to even be called sand."
"So how about I just walk in front of that truck when it passes and let it kill me then."
"Removing yourself from the gene pool might just be the first intelligent thought you've had since I've met you."
As Charles and his boss entered the coffee shop he was glad that the actual Regina and his other sister, Mona were not there and didn't know about all this.
Lisa already had her coffee and she was sitting and waiting for them. Instead of pointing her out to his boss, Charles just went up to the counter to order his own coffee. As he did so, his boss nudged him and then told him to get her some too.
"I might have to get you coffee in the office but I'm NOT going to buy you any."
"Buy me coffee or you're fired."
"No."
"No? I will fire you."
"Ok. Bye. I'm going to go sit with my girlfriend and tell her this is finally all over."
"Fine, wimp. You'd probably order the wrong thing anyway."
Charles was sort of shaking when he went to sit with Lisa. "Remember, you're name is Regina."
"I remember, sh."
Miss Evans came over and looked Lisa over to size her up. "You're dating him."
Lisa looked over at Charles. "We're back to dating? You didn't tell me that." Then Lisa looked at Miss Evans. "We're engaged for your information."
"I don't see a ring."
"Just what exactly do you want with my fiancée?"
"Cut to the chase. I like that. Your fiancée is going to be my bitch. He's going to lick my ass hole when I tell him. He's going to fuck me when I tell him. He's going to take it up the ass when I tell him. Or he loses his job. The only other way he can keep his job and not have to do those things is if he breaks it off with you. But as long as he's with you, he will do those things with me. And knowing him, he'll probably like it. So every day when he leaves for work you'll know that he's cheating on you with a better woman. Every time he pays for your dinner, it's with money that he had to fuck me to earn."
Lisa looked like she was actually affected by this. She swallowed and then looked at Charles. She took both of his hands into her own and as he looked at her he saw a single lonely tear fall from her eye.
"You have to do what she says." Lisa declared.
"But ..."
Lisa squeezed his hands. "You know you have to do what she says. You can't lose your job. If you do, who's going to pay for your mother's cancer treatments? Remember what Dr. Wallace said. Just a little longer. She's going to make it. She's responding to the treatment. Just a little longer."
"But I love you." he objected in character.
"I'll be here for you. I know you don't have a choice. I'll wait for you. I promise. Trust me. You have to trust me. I love you. I love you more than anything. I won't leave you, no matter what she does. I'll never leave you."
Lisa moved in and hugged him and they held each other for at least a solid, uninterrupted minute. Then, to put the icing on the cake, when she started to come out of the hug, she planted a tender yet passionate kiss on his lips and wiped away a second tear as she held his face by each cheek.
When the kiss ended Charles was sitting there flabbergasted since it was not something that they had talked about earlier.
"Just do what she says." Lisa said. "Your mother needs you."
Charles nodded with reluctant acceptance and then they both turned to Miss Evans. It was clear that the woman's emotions were gushing up to the surface. She suddenly thought to hide her face and then she ran out of the coffee shop without even saying anything.
Don't laugh. Don't cheer. Stay in character. She might come back. Charles and Lisa cautiously looked at each other. After a few minutes of not saying anything both got up, took their coffee with them and then held hands as they exited the coffee shop.
His boss was nowhere to be seen. They kept holding hands however in case she was spying on them from some hidden location. They went the long way around the park again, still holding hands and still pretending to be engaged just in case.
Once they had each finished their coffee, they found a garbage can, not easy in this city, and then they continued back to the apartment building.
As they were waiting for the elevator she asked, "Do you think it worked?"
"I'll see tomorrow. Or next week."
"Did you see her face?"
"I did."
"I wish I had a picture of it."
"It's funny but I almost wish it were real." he said as they got into the elevator.
"If what were real?"
"I mean, not the sick mother part but you."
"Me? I am real."
"What I mean is, a nawalt. A true nawalt. If only." He had his cousin in his mind just then and as he said that he finally, after all this time of resisting the comparison, he was putting Regina up against the checklist of the qualities of a nawalt and finding that she fit everything. Oh, he shouldn't be doing that. And not after he'd just kissed his sister. He looked at his sister and he was feeling something. He thought about Regina and he was feeling something.
"What the hell is a nawalt?"
"It's hard to explain. It's sort of an ideal of the perfect woman."
"Me, the perfect woman? Thanks."
No, not you, he thought. Regina. Oh, nevermind. "Thank you for doing this to help me."
"We still need to see if it helped or not."
Lisa watched her brother as they got out of the elevator together and went down the hall together. She watched him as he opened his door. He seemed sad but there was something strange in the way he looked at her.
Lisa tried not to think too much about everything. She just relaxed and looked at a fashion magazine. She turned the pages as she wondered again what her brother had meant by the perfect woman. Then she stopped and noticed that she'd just been turning pages without even looking at what was there or the stupid captions that her brother had put in there. Oddly, she wasn't upset about that just then. All she had were just very positive feelings about Charles. That was so different from how she normally saw him.
...
Charles had planned to just watch tv but as soon as he turned it on the show that was running was about women in bikinis running with their tits bouncing up and down. He turned it off. It figured.
"You can watch. You know I don't mind." his cousin said to him when she saw his reaction to the show.
He looked over at her and where he would normally only see his cousin, just Regina as a person, suddenly he looked at her and saw cleavage and curves. "Nah. It looks boring."
She came and sat next to him on the sofa. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Don't ask about where he'd been, he prayed. Don't ask about what he'd just been doing. Please.
"And I don't mean this to offend you. Not at all. Ok?"
"Oh, nothing to worry about there."
"It's just that I've noticed some things and this isn't me saying I have a problem with it. I just noticed. That's all. There's nothing wrong with it if you are this way ... or aren't this way if you're not."
"I'm not following you. Can you just ask?"
"And when I was in college I had lots of friends this way. Almost all my friends actually. So it won't bother me one way or the other. In fact, I'd be super comfortable with it. We could sit and talk about it and ..."
"Get to the point."
"Are you gay?"
"What? No."
"No?"
"NO!" Charles repeated and was starting to get angry not only at the idea that someone would think he was gay but also that Regina seemed disappointed that he was straight. How could she even ask him that? Didn't she know him at all? Had he fallen into the twilight zone today?
"But I never see you bring home a girl."
"Just because I'm not gay does not mean I have to act like every other guy out there. I don't want to sleep with women who have all been around the carousel seven and eight times. I like to think I have a bit more self respect than that and if I could just meet a woman who lived by a fraction of the same standard then maybe I would be interested. But as it is ..."
"Ok. I get it. I'm just surprised. You're always so well dressed."
"So? What's wrong with looking good? Thanks to not having a girlfriend I actually have money to buy nice clothes, thank you very much. And you're the one who picked this out for me."
"I'm not judging. In fact, if you were gay or not, I would not judge. That's the whole point of what I want to say really. And if you ever want to tell me anything, I'll understand."
"Well, I'm telling you that I'm not gay."
"Ok. Not gay. Got it."
Well, that threw him out of his funk. He had to go be by himself in his bedroom for a bit to shake off the gay cooties.
Later that evening, when Mona was getting home she buzzed up asking Charles to come down and help her bring up a box full of groceries. This was a common thing that happened so Charles wasn't thinking anything was special about it. But then when he saw Mona his head started to go to this very weird place.
When he saw her he felt the feeling of falling in love. But that didn't make sense. Yet there it was. He remembered her holding him. He remembered her sleeping in bed with him. But more than that, he remembered the tearful kiss in front of his boss. But that didn't make any sense. That had been Lisa, not Mona. He could tell them apart. He'd never confused them before. Even now he wasn't consciously confusing them. And how was Regina mixed into all this? It was like all three of them were morphing into one girl in his head.
"You ok?" she asked as the elevator opened.
"Fine."
"You're looking at me weird."
"I had a hard day at work."
"You want to talk about it."
Talk? About kissing his sister? About having weird feelings for his cousin all of the sudden? About not being able to take his eyes off of Mona's breasts? NO. "Not really."
"Aw. Well maybe you just need a good soup. I learned a new recipe I want to try."
"Sign me up."
When they entered the twins' apartment Charles immediately took note of Lisa. She seemed to take note of him as well as the entire time he was helping to put away the items of the box, he noticed her staring at him from across the room.
When he was finished he was going to go back across to his apartment but Lisa called out to him. "Charlie!"
"Yeah?"
"Um ... do you need ... um ... Can you help me with ..." She looked around the room and then she held up the newspaper. "Can you help me with this puzzle?"
"Sure."
"Thanks. It's super hard. ... I mean difficult."
Mona was standing there looking puzzled at the behavior of her siblings and looked even more puzzled when she thought she saw Lisa blush.
Charles went over and took the paper. "It doesn't look that tough."
"Oh, you calling me stupid?"
"No. I'm just saying it doesn't look that tough."
"Then you do it."
"Give me a pencil."
She went to the desk, got a pen and then handed it to him. When he reached for it, their fingers touched briefly and they both looked at each other in that moment.
"What's going on?" Mona asked.
"She's being silly." Charles said as he did an about face and started working on the puzzle.
"No, I'm not. I just want to know how to do the ..."
"Here. First one's done. You can figure it out from there."
"Thank you. That was all I was asking."
He looked away from her and then extended his hand with the paper and the pen back to her. She snatched it away and then he marched out without a word.
"Have you two been fighting again?" Mona asked.
Lisa was going to try to say something but without warning real tears started to come to her eyes and all she could do was run to her bedroom and slam the door.
Charles went back to his apartment just as Regina was getting out of the shower.
"Bathroom's yours if you want it." she said.
He didn't verbally respond right away so she came closer to him while he was looking in the fridge and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Bathroom's yours." she repeated.
He turned and looked at her in only her towel and swallowed. "Thanks."
"You ok?"
"Why is everyone asking me that?"
She shrugged. "I was just asking."
Later, as all four of them were having a late dinner in the twins' apartment Regina and Mona both noticed the other two avoiding eye contact. No one said anything but it was noticed.
...
Charles was early for work and he paid close attention to see if he had any messages. So far nothing. Miss Evans wasn't in her office yet either. He started to do his work and just kept his head down as everyone else came into the office. This could easily be his last day here if he wasn't careful.
When Miss Evans did arrive, she was only there briefly and then she went right back out of the office. The time ticked away and Charles put more and more tasks into his completed column. It was quiet and no one bothered Charles except for when a few of the women in the office asked him to bring them coffee during lunch break. It wasn't a serious request, they were just reminding him of the abuse he'd suffered recently.
At the end of the day he wasn't fired but he was left in limbo as to what was going to happen. To add to that, when he got back to his apartment, Lisa was already home from work and she asked what had happened. Charles could only shrug because he honestly didn't know. He was sitting on his sofa and she came over and put her arm around him. Then Regina opened the door and for no reason that either could express, they felt the need to separate and have no physical contact between the two of them.
They seemed to each have a case of the hundred mile stare when the other was in the room. It wasn't so much that they were looking at each other but rather looking into the distance past each other. That behavior did not go unnoticed but for the moment no one said anything.
Charles could not bring himself to do anything fun all weekend but when Monday came around he sourly regretted it. He had been assigned a mountain of tasks to complete. It was like how they handed out federal spending. The more a department spent, the more they got the next year. The more work Charles did, the more of the work got moved over to him even as all his coworkers were just chatting, drinking coffee, or even playing office basketball with balled up paper and a trashcan.
Charles didn't dare get off task or even stick his head up. He just knuckled down and got the work done.
Then on Tuesday, he had so much work that he had to stay overtime to finish it all. Then on Wednesday overtime changed from an extra thirty minutes to almost two hours. That pattern continued and on Friday he stayed so late at his desk that he actually fell asleep in his chair with his head propped up on the side of his cubicle. When someone woke him up and he realized he'd been sleeping he almost panicked because he thought he'd be fired. But it wasn't Miss Evans. It was someone Charles had never seen before letting him know they were going to lock the doors.
The next weekend was a blur. He just slept and slept and slept and the few times he did leave his room to go across the hall and get something to eat, there was Lisa and the immediate tension seeing her caused him.
"You're going to burn out if you keep this up." Mona told him as Lisa looked at him longingly from behind. "No job is worth this, especially not for what they're paying you." Mona continued.
Charles didn't know which was worse, the gridiron at the office or feeling all strange and weird around Regina and his sisters. Why couldn't he find balance? Why couldn't he find stability? The world had gone shaky on him and he didn't like it. He felt like he was going to lose everything like when his parents had kicked him out.
Before the weekend had even really begun, it was over and Charles was back at the office. He looked at the forms and the data and he just could not think what he was supposed to do. He hadn't been trained for these kinds of calculations. He figured it would be just his luck that they were watching him and waiting for him to have to look something up on the internet to know how to do it. But he had no choice and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask any of the assholes there for help. He couldn't believe he used to think they were his friends. Once they all got wind that Charles was on Miss Evans' shit list, they all treated him like the plague now.
On Wednesday Charles had to finally come to the realization of what they were doing. They were trying to make him quit. That was the only explanation for all the work they were putting on him and no one coming to help him. They were trying to make him quit. They were telling him to start looking for another job and once he found one, to get out. But how could he look for another job when he was stuck in that tiny space doing the paperwork for what seemed like half the fucking company? When was he going to look for a job when he had to stay until they locked the damn doors every night.
On Friday, he decided to take a lunch break, a real lunch break through which he would not be working. Instead, he pulled out his personal laptop and started to draft a resignation letter. He couldn't wait until he found a new job. He was never going to find a new job as long as he worked there. If he couldn't find a job then fine. He'd go to college. Or maybe he could just travel. Regina made more than enough to afford that apartment on her own. She might even thank him for giving her more space. After how he'd been treating her recently he honestly couldn't blame her if she'd be happy to see him go.
"Ah." he muttered to himself. That wasn't fair for him to think that of her. Even while he figured she treated any guy she dated like shit, she'd always been a very considerate and respectful roommate. But Charles knew that would only go so far if he couldn't pay his half of the rent. No, he'd have to find a new job fast or he'd have to go.
And bonus, some distance from Lisa was probably called for. He was very grateful to her for helping him but the last two weeks had been so weird around her. They were to the point where they couldn't even be in the same room anymore without that kiss haunting him. He just couldn't get his mind right about it.
Charles typed away at the letter then edited it and formatted it. But he didn't print it. Part of that was because he didn't have the correct drivers for the printer on his personal computer. But another part was that he wasn't ready. He was too tired. He didn't have the strength for a battle if it turned into one. Monday. He'd quit on Monday.
He saved the letter and got back to work.
It was about thirty minutes before he was supposed to clock out and go home, though he knew he'd be there for many more hours yet, when a memo came to his desk. One of the executives wanted Charles to come up to the fifty seventh floor. This might just be when the shit hit the fan. He had to keep his cool. He hoped they didn't fire him and deprive him of the opportunity to quit. Maybe if he could just get reassigned to a floor job then that would at least give him the opportunity to stay at the company and earn a chance to prove himself again. Wait, what was he thinking? He was confused from too much work.
Charles was directed to Mr. Silverman's office. He was an older man with balding slicked back hair.
"Close the door." the man said after Charles was introduced. The secretary did as her boss asked and Charles was fearful that a very strange repeat of what Miss Evans had done to him was about to reoccur.
"Come, son. Sit down."
There were two chairs again. He took a chance on a chair and after he was seated the other man raised up a blue slip of paper. "You know what this is?"
"No, sir."
"You can cut the sir crap. I'm Hank. Can I call you Charlie?"
"Yes, sir. Ah, I mean, Hank. Actually I prefer Charles."
"Charles. I like it. Your boss is recommending you for a promotion."
"She is?"
"You seem surprised but I knew you had it in you. It only took you a month to get that feminazi to get on your side."
"Well, I don't know. I just did my job."
The man got up from his desk and walked around towards Charles. "Let me show you something." the man said as he got closer and Charles started to hope that the man was not going to pull out his dick. Charles winced but then he was presented with a piece of paper.
"Look." said the man. "What do you see?"
Charles took a second and then responded. "A list of colleges."
"Notice anything interesting about these schools?"
"Well, some of these are supposed to be pretty good schools." Charles said even as he told himself that he'd never dare attend one of them or even step on campus. Each school on the list had a well known horror story that Charles had read about on the forums.
"This is my NO list. If a man or a woman is going to get hired to an executive position, they can't come from one of these schools. Do you know why?"
Charles shrugged. He knew why he'd put those schools on a No List but he also knew to keep that sort of thing to himself with Madame President using every arm of the federal government to push social justice.
The man reached over to his desk and showed Charles a newspaper clipping. Then another. Then another.
"The teachers at these schools teach their students to be racist. They teach them to be sexist. They teach them to be communist. I can't have that here. And every year more and more colleges are being corrupted to the point where it's nearly impossible for me to find honest men I can trust. So when I saw your application, a bright young man who hadn't been corrupted, I took a chance on you. And now I know it paid off. You actually got that man-hater to recommend you for a promotion. Amazing."
"Well I don't know about ..."
"Don't tell me how you did it. I don't want to know. I just want to congratulate you. You did the right thing. She was pushing you around but you stuck to your guns and did your job the way you're supposed to instead of whining and quitting. Yes, that's the kind of man I need up here. A lot of these MBA types seem to have forgotten that the company only exists for one thing."
"One thing?"
"Making money. We're not out to change the world. We're out to serve our customers. Every now and then we make a product that we think is useful but the customers know better. And then, you know what happens?"
"It doesn't sell."
"Exactly. It doesn't sell. Why is that so hard for these college types today to understand? Customers tell us what they want by giving us their money when we provide something useful to them and withholding it when we've misunderstood their needs. Do you follow me?"
"Seems pretty simple."
"And I need a man up here who understands that. So what do you say?"
"Uh, to what exactly?"
"Don't want to jump in blind. I understand. On Monday you're going to move to that office over there. Just a shirt and tie is not good enough. I need you in a suit."
"A suit?"
"But don't let the dress code fool you. We're lions up here. This is going to be more difficult than you can imagine and if you show me that you can't handle it, I'll bust you back down to clerk. Understand? These are the big dogs up here and we never rest. Maybe you thought you were giving 110% before but I'm going to need an order of magnitude more from you. So the question I have for you is, do you think you're up for it or should I leave you on three?"
"I can do the work, sir. I mean Hank."
"Good to hear it. I need you at your desk at nine. We have a meeting at half past."
"Thank you. I won't let you down."
"Here's my card. You're going to have to get some of your own made like that."
Charles took the card and in yellow ink on the back there was a hand drawn symbol that Charles knew well.
Charles looked up with a question in his eyes. The older man just nodded but didn't say anything. Of course nothing needed to be said. Mgtow brothers kept each other's secrets. Mgtow brothers helped each other out.
"They'll have your new contract ready on Monday. For now, you can have the rest of the day off. Have a nice weekend."
...
As Charles was going up to the front door of his building he had a spring in his step and he let out a whoohoo as he got the door open. In the lobby he was silently dancing for his own enjoyment as he waited for the elevator. Up on the seventh floor he found that Regina, as usual, was not home yet. He had to tell someone. He had to.
He went across the hall and knocked. Lisa answered and before she could even say anything Charles took her in his arms and twirled her into a dance.
"What are you doing?"
"I got a promotion."
"You did. That's great. To what?"
Then Charles realized he hadn't bothered to ask what his new job title would be. "I don't know but not a clerk anymore."
He spun her and then suddenly pulled her close to him.
"Let's go to dinner." he said.
"On Friday? But Mona ..."
"It's ok. Just us. Me and you."
"Ok. Where to?"
"I don't know. Anywhere. Pick a spot."
"I heard about a little Chinese place near the army base."
No more needed to be said. She got some shoes on and then they were out the door while Lisa was till only wearing sweats.
The little Chinese restaurant was staffed with Vietnamese wait staff. The 'Chinese' music being played on the speakers was something Charles recognized from a Sega video game for the Dreamcast that Regina owned. Half the items on the menu were typical Chinese dishes but the other half looked like Thai food.
After they ordered Lisa looked at her brother. "I have been wanting to apologize for that day."
"Apologize? I should be thanking you."
"I guess I just went too deep into the acting thing and it took a while to clear my head."
"Well, I'm glad you did cause at least part of this is thanks to you." He took her hand and kissed it. Then he looked up at her and there was a sparkle in her eyes. Then Charles happened to see who was sitting behind her and he wanted to duck.
"Oh shit." he whispered.
"What?" Lisa said as she started to turn around.
"Don't look. It's Janice."
"Here?"
"Don't look."
"Which one is she?"
"I said ... Great. Here she comes."
"Relax. I'll just say I'm Regina again."
"Just get rid of her. I'll go to the bathroom. Of all the fucking places. Fuck."
Charles tried to get away but Lisa grabbed his hand and forced him to sit back down. Too late. Janice saw him and then came over to their table. She wasn't alone either. She seemed to be on a date with some guy. The guy didn't know why Janice wanted to come over here.
"Chucky. Long time no see." Janice said.
"You must be Janice. I've heard so much about you." Lisa said as she stood up to shake hands.
Janice smiled. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."
"Regina. I'm Charlie's fiancée."
"Fiancée. Goodness me. You hear that honey, they're getting married."
"Congratulations." her date said.
"It's funny, though, cause I've been hearing conflicting reports."
"About what?" Lisa asked.
"Some people tell me little Chucky ..."
"He's not little. Don't call him that."
"Well, excuse me. No offense meant. I just happen to know he's not as big in certain areas as ..."
"I'm sorry." Lisa interrupted. "Was there something specific you wanted?"
"I'm just trying to know the truth. Believe it or not but I care about him. But not like that. You don't have to worry. I see him as just a lost little puppy who needs a good mommy to watch over him."
"Do you often go out of your way to force lost little puppies to date you?" Lisa demanded.
"Janice, they don't want us here." her date said.
"Quiet. Give me just a minute. Now, who ever told you I wanted to date Chucky? Far from it. You don't have to worry at all. He's not even in the same league as me."
"Well, now that that's settled, don't let us keep you." Charles said.
"Now, some people tell me that Chuck is getting engaged but others tell me he's trying to date every woman in the city. And most disturbing, I hear he's going to these meetings where little nothing losers all get together to talk about how terrible women are and then all promise never to get married as if any woman would ever want any of them. I actually believed that one for a while and I was going to go to my little lost puppy and show him the way. But now I see it's not true. I'm so thankful. I only hope you haven't let his lies get the better of you."
"It sounds to me like you're stalking him."
"Whatever do you mean? Me? A stalker?"
"I'm going to go." her date said. "Are you coming or not."
"Just a minute." Janice replied to him.
He walked off and Janice was torn between continuing her verbal combat with Lisa or running after him. In the end she ran after him and Lisa was finally left in peace.
"I can't believe you." Lisa said. "How could you just sit there and leave me to handle her?"
"The cops said they'll put me in jail."
"You're going to meetings? What meetings?"
"Nothing special. Just guys talking about guy stuff."
"What guy stuff? Women? You get together to talk about women."
"Don't women get together to talk about men?"
"That's not the same."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is. You women are just as bad as men only you want us to treat you like you act like angels."
"It's sexist for a bunch of guys to get together and objectify women."
"We don't objectify women."
"Nice ass, hun. Nice tits, hun."
"You know I'm not like that. We talk about how there are no battered men's shelters."
"Oh, so you don't want there to be any battered women's shelters."
"No. I very specifically didn't say that. Battered women need a place to go. I support that. That makes sense. What does not make sense is when a man is battered he has nowhere to go. Women have a place to go and that is great. Men need a place too. A safe place. Is that too much to ask? Why is it sexist to see an issue that needs addressing and want to address it? Nobody can explain that to me."
"Bettered men's shelters." she repeated incredulously.
"Fifty percent of the victims of domestic violence are men."
"That can't be true."
"Those are the statistics. Is the city lying? Is the federal government lying?"
"I'm sure it was men who collected the data."
"Ok, but you're saying there are zero cases of men being abused in this country? In this city?"
"They probably deserved it."
"For what? Being male. That's a crime all by itself now."
"I didn't call it a crime. But you don't see men with black eyes and broken arms walking around from getting beat up."
"If you don't see that, then you need to get your contacts changed. Everyone just assumes a guy with a busted lip got in a fight with another guy but that's not true. But even if it was true, if those two guys are living together, where is the victim supposed to go? Nowhere. He has to just go back and hold his own until the situation spirals out of control and somebody dies."
"And you go to meetings for this?"
"People in this city go to meetings for all manner of craziness, but this is what you object to?"
"I didn't say that. I just didn't know that kind of thing existed."
"We keep it quiet. If anybody besides us knew about it ahead of time they'd show up to protest us."
"Protest?"
He nodded. "Yeah, they say we're trying to turn women into chattel and a bunch of other nonsense we never said."
"What's with the not getting married thing, though?"
"Well, the marriage laws suck. The divorce rate is over eighty percent now. Eighty percent. I'm sorry but from my point of view it isn't even a gamble anymore. It's a guarantee. Marriage is where you have a live in girlfriend for a couple of years and then when you find out she's cheating on you she gets to keep half your stuff and has a claim on half your salary for the rest of your life. If guys were doing that to women, you all would ban marriage tomorrow."
"It can't be that bad. If it was, why are people still doing it?"
"They don't know what they're getting into. They think a prenup will save them. It's not going to. The best thing that can happen to a woman is she gets married. The worst thing that can happen to a man is he gets married. A few years ago the city allowed it so that if the woman was the one with the higher salary she'd be the one who had to pay. But then they banned manimony."
"Well why can't he go out and get a job?"
"Exactly. Why can't she go out and get a job?"
"Maybe she can't."
"Oh, so maybe she can't but we're going to just guarantee that all men are able to get jobs even when the unemployment rate is almost thirty percent thanks to Madame President ruining the economy. And you don't see any women in the lines at the soup kitchen, do you?"
"Ok, maybe I can kind of see your point a little bit but I don't know how I feel about a bunch of guys getting together to talk about women's issues."
"We don't talk about women's issues. We trust that women are mature enough, adult enough, and competent enough to take care of their own issues without our help. We talk about men's issues and there shouldn't be anything wrong with that."
"Well, I don't know. It just seems so off putting."
"Oh, I get it. You want to break up."
She made a funny face at him. "What?"
"If you want to break off the engagement, there's the door."
"And let you go running back to that gold digger. No. I have to protect my little lost puppy."
"You going to start with that too now."
"You never told me she was so delusional."
"What guy wants to say the woman he's with is crazy?"
"Every guy in the city."
After they had finished their meal, instead of going directly home they went for a walk through that big park and for some reason they got to walking arm in arm.
"If we did get married, where would you want the ceremony?" she asked.
"I have to find the right woman first, if she even exists."
"No, I'm asking, if I really was Regina and your girlfriend and we were really getting married and I was the right woman, your narwhal; where would the ceremony be?"
"I don't know. That big church on 5th maybe."
"Can you just imagine, everyone there, me in the white gown, you in a tux. Wouldn't it be just perfect?"
"Only if you promised to never divorce me."
"Ok. I promise never to divorce you."
"If only I could believe you."
"You can believe me."
"There are websites where women get together to plan how to trick a guy into marriage and the best way to blindside him with a divorce."
"Those are gold diggers. Not me. You know me better than that."
"Why did you break up with Tommy?"
"Tommy? Um ... That was a long time ago."
"You broke up with him to date Jerry."
"Oh, I remember. What's your point?"
"If I marry you and you have the chance to go be with a richer guy, you'll take it."
"No I won't. Marriage is a sacred vow."
"Not these days. Marriage is women winning the lottery, only instead of two dollars from everyone in the country, they get half of some idiot's earnings. With enough ex husbands a woman would never have to work again."
"Do you have to just kill every nice fantasy? Let me dream of a wedding day."
"With your brother?"
"Fine. I'll drop it. I was just thinking it would be fun to stay in character a bit."
"You should have been an actress. You moved even me with that performance of yours and I knew you were faking."
"Thank you."
When they got back to the apartment building they found a note from Mona and Regina saying that they had gone to see a movie and would be back later.
"Movie, that's a good idea." Charles said. "My tv or yours?"
"Something's wrong with ours."
"Oh. Like what?"
"I don't know. It's been getting darker and darker. Nothing I do seems to change it."
"Ok. My tv."
She sat with him in his apartment on the sofa and he flipped through the options on the streaming service.
"See anything interesting?" he asked.
"Those are all old movies."
"So. Have you seen this one?"
"No."
"Then it's new to you."
"You're not seriously going to make me watch a black and white movie."
"It could be good. Give it five minutes." Watching old movies was something he and Regina liked doing. Oh, now he was thinking of her. What was she doing with Mona?
Even as soon as the movie was started and the lights were turned out so they could see the picture better, the fact that a film was playing seemed to fall into the background. There was a strange electric energy between Charles and his sister. They couldn't keep their eyes off of each other and it was becaming a kind of visual chess match to see who could move first. She gave in and shifted to be a little closer to him. Then she had a confused look on her face and was going to pull back but then he moved a little closer to her.
She adjusted her posture a couple times and took a deep breath. She told herself to just look away and watch the movie. But then she reached for his hand and he let her hold it. She looked down at it and wondered at his skin. It was like she was in a daze or a dream.
He moved a little closer to her and she took that easy opportunity to do the same.
It was strange how she both knew and didn't know what was happening. She looked up at his face and he seemed to be normal. Not confused. Not panicking. Not lovey dovey. Just normal.
She licked her lips. Oh no. Why had she done that? What was happening? She lifted her hand and rested it partly on his shoulder and partly on the back of his neck. Then she let her fingers feel some of his hair. He responded by putting his hand on her waist.
For a few moments they were locked in that position. It was ok. It wasn't scary. It was ok. Nothing to worry about.
His move to lean in and kiss her had been telecasted for a few moments now but hadn't happened. She was waiting for it. She knew it was what he was going to do. It was so obvious. But then another part of her brain told her that obviously they couldn't kiss since they were brother and sister. That other kiss didn't count. It didn't. It was acting. Just acting.
He started to slowly move closer to her and she closed her eyes in anticipation. But then the kiss didn't happen. She opened her eyes. He seemed to have some doubt. He looked away back at the tv. It was the first time that either of them looked away.
Look at me, she wanted to say. Look. Then he looked at her and his face was troubled. AH! Don't look at me.
He looked away again and with that he started to ease away from her and lifted his hand from her side.
She started to feel an intense sense of rejection and loss. She didn't know why but she decided to commit to the moment. She brought her other hand to his face and then she jerked his head to look at her. With strength and power she swung her leg over his and she got up onto his lap. Then she brought her lips to his.
What were they doing? A part of her mind was screaming at her. Oh, and now his hands had woken up and were taking advantage of access to her body. But it was ok. Another part of her mind was very pleased by this. One of his hands was squeezing her breast while the other was grabbing her ass.
A few moments passed where their mouths were operating like a motor that was revving up more and more and more and then ... STOP!
He suddenly pulled his hands from her and turned his head all the way to the side, breaking the kiss. She was surprised and opened her eyes to see him mortified. Oh, that didn't feel good. She slowly got off of him and stood there. She backed away and got her shirt fixed.
"I'm sorry." she said and then turned for the door. Oh, she forgot her bag. It was back over by the sofa. She went back for it as he got to his feet.
"You don't have to go." he said. "It was just acting. You were working on your acting."
She stopped with her bag in her hand. She did a quarter turn to face him.
"Until we can afford to send you to acting classes, I can help you practice lines or you know, whatever else actors practice."
"Whatever else?"
"You know, within reason."
"Oh. Right. Of course." She felt a tight twist in her stomach. She looked down and tried to think of the next thing to say but when it wasn't coming to her she slowly started to turn for the door again. But then she stopped. This was stupid. Why was she embarrassed? She was mature and responsible enough to face this. She turned back to him and tried to find her resolve.
She was just about to say something. She was just about to open her mouth. Then her brother put his arms around her and kissed her all on his own. She dropped her bag as she threw herself into his arms.
A moment. A minute. Maybe an hour. She didn't know how long they stood in this living room kissing. She wasn't consciously aware of the moment when they somehow left the living room and found themselves on his bed.
Heat. The heat was building up and every single fiber of clothing needed to come off. She needed to be free of it. Off. Frantically, as she tried to keep her lips in contact with his, she pulled and yanked to get free.
That was the way of it until the moment when there was nothing left but her panties. She felt him trying to take them off and her instinct was to put her hand down there and stop him. She had stopped every other guy with whom she'd gotten this far. She wasn't ready. She had never been ready. There was always the question in the back of her mind that he would leave her or just use her or get her pregnant and then skip town. She always had this feeling like she needed to know the guy more. She needed to trust him more. She needed to know that he'd be loyal to her. She needed something more of a commitment from him before she could just do that. Then of course the guy would get frustrated and upset. He'd call her an ice queen and insult her for getting him turned on but then not putting out.
She remembered this one specific guy yelling and screaming at her that she thought her pussy was so expensive and so special that it deserved to be on a pedestal, but he could go fuck anyone else he wanted and the girls would just give it up cheap. To show her, he started to text pictures of himself fucking various women to her over the next couple of months. Every time she'd block a number he'd text again from a different number. Lisa had to switch to a different texting app and put a bunch of rules on it to keep that guy away. For all she really knew, he was still doing it and sending the texts. She had taken the position that as long as she didn't have to see it anymore, that he could do as he liked but now that he was on her mind again she wondered if there was more she could do to just stop him from even trying to contact her.
Anyway, back to the issue of her brother's taking off of her panties. Should she let him? It was a crazy question to even be thinking about. She trusted him. She knew him. She knew he wouldn't go bragging all over town about this. He wouldn't just leave her. None of her normal objections seemed to apply to him. But he was her brother. They couldn't do this. She had to be the responsible one and stop this. She had to.
She was laying there with just her panties and socks and he pulled away from her and looked down.
"You're beautiful." he said.
She didn't know what to say. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
For some reason he seemed to not like that statement and he looked down in shame. He scrunched up his forehead as he looked at his own body with no shirt on.
"I'm sorry." he said. He shut his eyes tight and tilted his head back. He let out a breath he'd been holding in. "I'm really sorry about this." He looked away from her, grabbed her shirt and tried to hand it to her.
Oh, no. No. NO! He was rejecting her. That was all Lisa could think. He was rejecting her. No. That was not how this worked. He didn't get to do that. No. He was supposed to be trying to get her panties off and she was supposed to be stopping him. That was the pattern. That was how it went.
She wanted him. Every ounce of her just wanted him more and more and more. She sat up and put her arms around him. She kissed his cheek and then held him a little tighter. He turned his face to look at her and they started to kiss again.
"Wait." he said. "I'm not supposed to do this."
"I ... I know. I know we can't. It's just ..."
"You don't know. I'm a monk."
"A ... monk?"
"I'm supposed to be a monk. That's the rule. No wife. No girlfriend. No sex."
"You're in a cult?"
"No, just ... No cult. I've just decided for my life to never have sex."
"Why?"
"Because women, they ... ARG! It would take too long to explain."
"Alright. But Charlie, I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not your wife."
"You're my sister. What are we doing?"
Instead of either of them answering that question, they sat there, both of them in nearly a complete state of undress, and held each other for some time. They were in a state of rest with limitless potential to go in any direction they wanted. They could end it at that point if they chose. He could get dressed and she could get dressed and they could leave the room. It just needed a small input of energy to get them to move. Instead, they both just kept holding each other and they found that they were both very comfortable doing that with neither of them wanting to let go.
It was just a small curiosity in her mind but she wanted to know if he had a hard on for her. She moved one of her hands down to his pants and felt him. He was hard for her. She pressed her palm in and tried to feel the shape of his cock.
"I'm guessing we're going to need to talk about all this." he whispered almost so low that she didn't even hear him.
Talk. He wanted to talk. What would they say? 'I'm Lisa. I'm disgusting. I want to have incest with my brother.' That did not sound like a conversation she wanted to have. "Maybe best not to think too much about it."
"What do ... what do you want to do?"
He was asking her? She didn't know. Well, she did know but that was not what she wanted to do. Why was this so hard? Why was this so confusing? "We'll just do it." she said.
"Do what, what?" he asked as if he didn't know what she was saying though clearly he did.
"We'll just do it once. Just to clear the air. I can't think straight like this. All last night. All last week. I couldn't think straight. We need to just do it once and then we'll see. We'll be able to see how we feel about it. We'll probably see that it isn't a huge mountain we can't climb and we can come back down to earth and talk."
"Just one time."
"Just to see. Just to get back to normal."
He started to nod slowly. "Back to normal. Yeah. Ok."
There was a kind of tremor going through her body. She was shaking as she leaned back away from him and put her back to the bed. She started to shake so much that the vibration went beyond the ability of human muscles and the electric current flowing through her received no more resistance and easily discharged out while her body felt calm and her muscles relaxed.
She got her panties off for him. She was ready. She was naked in his bed with a wet pussy. She was exposed. She was vulnerable. More than that, she felt empty. She felt open. She felt hollowed out and she needed to be filled. She needed him to go in. She needed something in her to press down on. She ached for it.
He got out of his pants and his cock sprang out and stood at attention. Well, Janice had certainly lied about that. Look at that monster. Oh, now she wasn't sure. It was too big. It had to be too big. He moved on top of her but he stopped shy of pushing his cock into her. She reached down herself and grabbed him. She put it into position and then she put her hand on his back and encouraged him to enter her.
He moved in slowly. He stopped when he was about half way. "We're doing it." he said.
That they were. It was great. She just felt that she loved him so much. Oh, she just wanted to be his narwhal so much. His perfect woman. She couldn't understand why a small whale was the symbol for the perfect companion but she figured it had something to do with their unicorn horn and that maybe it was a metaphor that the real perfect woman didn't exists. But Lisa did exist. She was there for him. She would always be there for him. Her little brother. She loved her little brother.
Charles didn't push all the way into her. He eased out after only going half way and then he just did those shallow pumps until he felt that she was starting to be able to handle him. It was nice at first but very quickly she felt herself wanting him to go deeper. To go faster. To stop being so gentle and just commit to fucking her.
She wrapped her legs around him and tried to use her hands to get him to just go all the way into her but her efforts were fruitless. Instead he suddenly pulled out of her and that left her squealing for him to continue. And then she discovered why he pulled out. She felt his hot, thick semen hit her belly. There was so much of it. She opened her eyes and looked and even then more was coming out of him. It was like a sticky boiling river flowing onto her and then some of it went down her side.
He grabbed the shirt he'd been wearing and started to use that to wipe up his cum. She honestly couldn't be bothered with that. She grabbed his cock and even with a little of his semen still oozing out of the tip, she aimed it back into herself. He was slightly surprised by this but went along with it. She pulled him down on top of her with his cum soaked shirt between them. She tried with all of her might to get him to just go all the way in.
All the way. All the way. More. More. There it was. She could see the end in sight. There it was.
One moment she was looking up at his eyes and the next all she could see was her mind scape as images flashed through consciousness and she felt her body explode out in all directions. She was seated with the sun as her throne and angels flew up to her to put a crown on her head and a baby into her arms. She just felt happy and joyous as all the stars in the night sky saluted her and hailed her.
Deep breath. Deeeeeep breath. She started to feel her spirit come back to her body in slow motion. Her eyes were open but there was a gray haze blocking her vision. Then slowly, as if one pixel at a time, the gray was removed in spots that revealed the sight of her brother still on top of her.
Damn that was a good orgasm.
Charles got off of her and laid down by her side. "I ... uh ... I guess we can't really say we're acting anymore."
She turned to her side and then put her arm around him. She kissed his cheek. Don't panic. This was ok. They loved each other. That's what was important.
...
Regina helped Mona carry in a freakishly huge pumpkin she wanted for her Halloween party. They actually had to turn the thing to the side to get it through the door.
"Can you imagine how many pies I can make from this?" Mona asked excitedly.
Regina could not and also could not believe she was spending time with Mona instead of Charles. Where was he when she needed him. Somehow Regina just knew she'd get drafted to help scoop out the insides. Better buy some long rubber gloves. Where was Charles when she needed him, she thought again as she looked at her chef want to be cousin. Why did her days always go sideways when she tried to hang out with other women?
They were able to get the pumpkin over by the table but by then they were both too exhausted to lift it up.
"Lisa." Mona called out. She went over by Lisa's room and found that her sister wasn't home.
"I'll go get Charlie." Regina said. She left the apartment and went across the hall. Upon entering the apartment she found the tv displaying suggestions for further viewing and all the lights off.
"Charlie." she called out as she switched on the lights. She heard sudden movement coming from his bedroom and then he appeared at his door while trying to button up his shirt. Oh, so little cousin got lucky. Ironically that made her very jealous and upset as she remembered their conversation about him not being gay. That meant he had a girl in there. Maybe even a naked girl. He was so lucky to have someone. She wished she could get one of those.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. I was just hitting the hay early. I had a long day. But hey, I'm up now so ..."
"Do you need me to give you some privacy?"
"No. No. Why would I need that?" He put on a forced smile.
"Ok, well, can you come help us with this pumpkin Mona wanted?"
"Sure. Sure. No problem."
"What's that?" Regina said when she saw a woman's purse on the floor.
Charles stopped. "That?"
"Do you have a girl over?"
"No. Nooo. That is ... Lisa's. Yes. That has to be Lisa's bag."
"Lisa's? Where is she?"
"Not here. Nope. She got really angry at me for like no reason at all. I'm completely innocent. I don't know what she was even talking about."
"But she was here."
"She was here. Was. Past tense. Not now."
"Where did she go?"
"Go? I don't know. She didn't tell me. She just called me a little nothing loser and stormed out. I think maybe she might have had a bathroom emergency and she was just trying to cover it up."
"A little nothing loser? That doesn't sound like her. What were you arguing about?"
"Nothing. I just told her about my promotion and she flipped out."
"You got a promotion?"
"Yeah. I'm going to be something like a junior executive. I think."
"Really? That's great." She hugged him but noticed how he was trying to keep his body apart from hers. "Ok, I know what this is about." Regina added.
"What what is about?"
"Lisa's just jealous that you make more money than her."
"Oh, Yeah, maybe so."
"If you're going to be a junior executive you might even make more money than me now."
"We'll have to see. I'm just happy things are looking up cause for a moment there I thought I was going to quit."
Regina picked up Lisa's bag and looked in it. "Her keys are in here. If she left the building she's going to be locked out."
Charles went with Regina to the other apartment and then helped them get the massive pumpkin on the table. Mona was there with her knives ready to start cutting but Regina asked her if maybe that could wait until the morning.
"No, tomorrow is Halloween. We should have had this ready a week ago. Where's Lisa?"
That was a question that would not be answered to Mona's satisfaction until almost all the work of opening, gutting, and sorting was done. The actual carving of the scary face was going to wait but now Mona had all the pumpkin she needed to make all manner of treats.
Lisa entered the apartment doing a little sway step fake dance as she moved. Then she stopped. "What is that?" she asked as she pointed at the pumpkin?"
"That is going to be our jack-o-lantern this year." Mona answered.
"You just had to go get the biggest one you could find, didn't you?"
"Where have you been?"
"Oh, do I need to report my whereabouts to the warden? I wasn't made aware of the new policy."
"We were worried. You left your bag at Charlie's."
Lisa didn't respond to Mona. Instead she went up to her brother and made a big show of sighing. "I'm sorry I called you a loser. I'm actually really happy you got a promotion."
"Thank you." he said.
She spun around and waltzed herself to her room and then momentarily disappeared long enough for her to get a towel and her pajamas and then she was off to the bathroom to have a shower.
"What has gotten into her?" Regina asked.
Charlie just shrugged and Mona scratched her head.
Whatever the case, Regina was feeling the need for her own shower once she heard the water running. Back in her own apartment, she was getting ready for a shower when Charlie asked if she had any laundry she wanted to do.
"You're doing laundry at this hour?"
"I don't want to have to do it tomorrow morning."
"Ok. Just give me a minute." She gathered a few pieces she needed washed and put them in the basket and then discovered that he was washing his bed sheets. Ah, he definitely had a girl over. Good for him. She hoped that the girl was pretty. She hoped that the girl had nice breasts. She hoped that the girl was nice and wet for him. Then she stopped herself from thinking. Oh, no. Don't let him see or he'll get the wrong idea.
...
Down in the laundry room Charles was waiting for his load to finish when Lisa came down with her own laundry.
"Great minds think alike." he said.
"My actual first thought was to burn all this but then the fire marshals would get all in a hissy fit so I figured I could compromise and just wash."
"Hey, sorry about making you sound like you were angry with me."
"It's ok. We're going to have to figure this out as we go along, I guess."
...
Mona went over to see Charlie about the costume she wanted him to wear for the party but found out that he wasn't home.
"He's doing laundry." Regina said as she was getting dressed.
"That's funny. So's Lisa."
The two cousins looked at each other. "She is?" Regina asked.
Something in Mona's mind was trying to tell her something but then she shrugged it off. "Coincidence."
"Yeah. That's probably it." Though even as Regina said that, she sounded unconvinced.
...
Saturday morning breakfast, or rather early lunch since most of them slept in after staying up so late the night before. After food, Mona handed out note pads and crayons to the others and asked them to draw scary faces and she'd pick the one she'd want to carve in the pumpkin.
"I want really scary." Mona said.
"Then maybe we can just take a picture of Lisa and put that on the pumpkin." Charles replied.
"Ha, ha, but if we want really scary we can just put your ex on there." Lisa said to him.
Regina's ears popped up. Another red flag. Probably nothing, she told herself. Probably just her imagination.
"I need these in like half an hour. We have a machine at work that can carve almost anything into a pumpkin."
"Question." Charles said. "Does that mean we have to carry the pumpkin down to your work?"
Mona paused and realized the truth of what he was asking. "Well, it's so much lighter than before."
Mona got ready for work and Charles was put on pumpkin transport duty. They left and Regina was alone with Lisa.
"So, Lisa. Anything interesting going on?"
Lisa shrugged. "Not much."
"You know, we don't really get to talk that much. Are you seeing anyone right now?"
"Me? No. You seeing a guy?"
"No." She almost added 'obviously' since of course she would not be seeing a guy but then had to remind herself that it wasn't obvious to them yet. "Any guys waiting in line for you?"
"Are you trying to set me up with someone?"
"No. Well. Ok, maybe there's this one guy in the mayor's office who I think you'd get along with."
"I don't know. I have really bad luck with blind dates."
"I can bring him to the Halloween party and you can meet him. How does that sound?"
"Well, I guess that could be ok."
"Settled."
"What's his name?"
"Let me see if I can get him to the party before we talk about that. I mean, if he's too shy to even come then maybe he's not worth your time."
"He's shy?"
"Not usually but let me make sure he can make it first. I just didn't want to ask him to come unless I knew you were single first."
"Well, Mona's single, too."
"I know but ... I think he'd be more interested in you."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing."
"Then why don't you keep him for yourself?"
Ha ha. Not funny. "It's complicated. He ... doesn't like blonds. He calls me dumb."
"That's terrible. I don't want to go out with a guy like that."
"Oh, but he just means it as a joke. He's really not so bad."
"Then what you should do is make him eat his words and make him go out with you."
Regina was afraid the guy she had in mind had a bit too much penis for something like that. "Just meet him at the party. Ok?"
"Fine. I'll meet him but no promises."
"No problem. No stress."
...
This had been a bad plan. While it was the case that both Mona and Charles carried the pumpkin to her work, she then had to get on the clock and Charles had to carry the newly cut jack-o-lantern home by himself. Where were they even planning to put the thing?
There was no way he'd get it out of his car once it was in the parking space in the garage so he stopped short of going all the way in, got out and took out the pumpkin. He put it in front of the next car over and got back in his car to park correctly.
Good, good. He checked his mirror to make sure he wasn't too close to the line. Looked ok.
Screeeech. Honk. Boom.
Charles looked up. While he was parking, another car tried to drive behind him but had slammed on its breaks. Oh, no. That would mean ... No.
Charles got out and instantly saw that it was true. He could do nothing else but just stand there and look at the huge mess of orange and yellow that was now splattered all over the cement, the back of his car, and the front of the other car. A petite black woman got out of the car and she looked a mixture of shocked and pensive.
"I'm so sorry." she said in an Italian accent.
"Did you not see the big ass pumpkin there?"
"I'm sorry. I will pay for it."
"No, you don't have to do that."
"It was my fault. Please. I will pay for it."
"It was my sister's. I don't know what she paid." Charles said, knowing full well that Mona probably got it for free.
"I will clean it up." she said and then she went back into her car and retrieved a roll of black garbage bags.
Charles wasn't going to just watch her do that so he went to help.
"I'm Charles by the way." he said and she held the bag open and he put in one of the bigger pieces.
"Angela. Nice to meet you, Charles."
...
A plan. A story. Lisa knew that she and Charles needed to get on the same page about things. They needed to have a way to back each other up. It shouldn't be so hard.
She laid in her bed with her costume next to her. She let herself remember what it was like for Charles to be on top of her. To be in her. She remembered what it was like when he started to shoot his cum onto her. She wished he would come home. She couldn't wait for him to come home. She was so tempted to put her fingers down there and just imagine he was there with her.
Then she heard someone open her front door. She got out of bed and saw Charles bringing in a giant plastic pumpkin.
"What's that?"
"It's not my fault."
"What happened?"
"The pumpkin got hit by a car. But it wasn't my fault."
"You don't think you're going to fool her with that, do you?"
"No, I'm just trying to make it up to her and I don't have time to drive all the way out to wherever they sell real pumpkins."
"Plus I don't want to have to clean out another one."
"But watch this. You plug it in and Ta Da! What do you think?"
"It's nice."
"And not a fire hazard."
"Oh, I gave Regina your costume for tonight."
"What did you get for me?"
"It was Mona's idea."
"Of course it was."
"You're the joker."
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
"I don't have to put white make up on, do I?"
"Yeah, I think you do. But it's ok. We kind of get to be a couple. I'm Harley."
"Oh, that's not going to be awkward. No. Not at all. Who's Mona going to be?'
"Super girl. And Regina is Power girl."
"That's stupid."
"Why?'
"Super girl and Power girl are the same character. Regina knows that. You should switch with her."
"You don't want to be my puddin?"
"I'm just saying it makes more sense for twins to play Super girl and Power girl since they're supposed to look the same. They only act differently."
"I thought you said they were the same character."
"Well, sort of. Power girl is from another dimension and she's that world's version of Super girl but she gets ..."
"Oh, it's already too complicated. Spare me."
...
The party was supposed to start at six but the first real guest arrived much closer to seven and it was eight before Mona herself arrived to her own party, by which time enough people had come for it to qualify as an actual party and not just a small get together.
As Mona was getting into costume she was already a bit peeved after being told briefly about what happened to her pumpkin. Then she was extra miffed to find out that Lisa had taken the Harley costume for herself and left her with the Super girl costume after she was positive that she'd told Lisa it was the other way around. And she'd been practicing putting on crazy make up patterns for this and all Lisa did was do her face white.
Oh, well. She'd have to address it later. For now she had a party to go to and she wanted to see how everyone liked her pumpkin treats.
Knock. Regina entered Mona's bedroom without being told it was ok.
"I need to talk to you."
"What is it now?"
"Keep an eye on Charlie and Lisa."
"What do you mean?"
"I think something's going on."
"What exactly?"
"I don't know."
"Well, then I don't know what you want me to do."
"Can you just keep an eye on them and tell me if they do anything that looks weird?"
"Weird like what? They're always acting weird lately."
"Like, sneaking away together."
Mona put down her bra and turned to her cousin. "What are you saying?"
"I'm not sure. I hope I'm wrong."
"Wrong about what?"
"I don't even know how to say it. I think Charlie and Lisa are ... being friendly."
"O ... k. So what? That would be a nice change, actually."
"I mean to say, I've noticed some things and my intuition is telling me that we should keep an eye on Charlie and Lisa."
"Why? Just spit it out."
"They're having sex."
The words seemed to suck all the air out of the room. "Did I just hear you right?"
"Yes."
"That is a very serious accusation."
"I know. And I don't have any proof. And I hope I'm wrong. I hope I have to go and apologize to them for even thinking this."
"Why would you start thinking that in the first place?"
"Just a lot of little things that don't add up."
"Like what?"
"Charlie had a woman over last night. I'm sure of it. The entire apartment smelled of sex. And then Lisa's bag is just in the middle of the floor. Not on the side or on the counter or on the couch, just in the middle of the floor. Then they both want to do laundry all of the sudden and he washed his bed sheets."
"That does sound a little weird."
"I know it's not proof. I know I could be connecting things that aren't connected but I also heard a rumor that Charlie was dating a woman named Regina. I tried to ask him about it but he said it was nothing, probably just a mistake. Only now I'm not so sure."
"Those two have been acting funny around each other for a few days now. If she's doing anything to my little Charlie I'll ring her neck."
"I'm not sure it's her. I think he's the one who started it."
"No. Not Charlie."
"He's not a little kid, Mona. He's an adult and he dates a lot. I couldn't figure out why he went through girls so fast but now it sort of makes sense."
"I don't follow you."
"He doesn't date for sex. He never brings a girl home. I actually thought maybe he was hiding being gay." Regina waited on that last bit to see if Mona had any extra reaction. When Mona didn't seem to be bothered by it Regina continued. "But now I get it. He's a thrill seeker. He just wants to see if he can bring them home and then when he discovers he can, he loses interest in them. And what is more on the fringe than ... doing your sister."
"I don't believe it. He's not like that."
"Maybe I'm wrong. I would love to be wrong. I would just be so happy to find out that I was way off base and then all three of you could just laugh at me. But what if I'm right. I need you to help me find out."
"Well, if they're doing it, and I don't believe they are, but if they're doing it then they'll be smart about it and not let us find out."
"That wouldn't explain the evidence they've already left."
"Which is not conclusive."
"Ok but just listen to my plan. I'll pretend to let a" gasp "... guy take me to his home. You pretend to get drunk. Then, those two will think that they've got an opportunity and we'll see what they do."
"They aren't going to do anything."
"I hope you're right. Just help me. Please."
...
Charles was politely telling a young man in just a tie and no costume that he did not in fact know how to do that famous laugh.
"Come on. You wear that and then don't do that laugh. What's that about?"
Charles looked around for someone to save him. Mona was quickly getting wasted which was out of character for her but not completely unheard of. Lisa was playing it smart and avoiding him while she tried to really have fun getting into character. She was doing the voice and everything. Where was Regina? He didn't see her just then but then her name came up in the conversation with whoever this guy was.
"So, she's your cousin, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then why aren't you Superman? Ha, ha."
"Come on, dude. They're just costumes."
"Say, you live with her though, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, like, what does she like?"
"Stuff that most other people like."
"Can you give me any more help than that?"
"For what?"
"You know."
"What exactly are your intentions with my cousin?"
"Nothing bad. I promise. I just want to get to know her. I had actually thought that we'd be going to dinner together."
"Dinner?"
"Yeah. You know, she's a real decent girl. High quality. No question about that. I just don't feel confident enough to talk to her without putting my foot in my mouth. I've been trying so hard to get a date with her but she acts like she doesn't even notice me. There's even a rumor at city hall that she's on the other team so I just really want this night to go ..."
"Alright. If you go to dinner with her, she eats meat but not red meat."
"No red meat. Got it."
"And she doesn't stay to just one genre of music. She likes a variety but it has to sound good. Don't just play the most popular thing and expect her to like it. She has this refined taste in music. You're best bet, play something that has stood the test of time and you'll be on the right track."
"Like show tunes."
"Um ... yeah, like show tunes, I guess."
Charles gave him several other pieces of advice about Regina and then stood and watched from afar as he seemed to be able to actually sweep his cousin off her feet and before the party was even over she left with him. Charles wasn't sure to be happy or upset by this but he just had to remind himself that Regina was an intelligent adult who could make up her own mind about her love life. Whatever she chose it was her choice and had nothing to do with him. Charles hadn't said anything that wasn't true about her and so now it was up to Regina to either see value in that guy or not.
Then he imagined the 25 ... no, 26 different ways Charles would kill that little geek if he hurt his cousin. Or touched his cousin. Or even looked at his cousin. What the hell was she doing going out with that guy? And what the hell was he doing feeling jealous?
Oh, that was not good. He looked over at his sister. Not the drunk one who put her tits all over him that night in her bed, the other one he was having sex with.
It was fleeting but for just a moment he actually had the thought go through his head to go up to the roof and jump off.
The party officially ended at eleven but the last guests didn't leave until almost twelve. With Regina already gone and Mona wasted, it fell to Joker and Harley to clean up. Not that the apartment was really that dirty but ...
"Hey Mr. J. Whatcha say?"
"You really like being Harley, don't you?"
"I do. But I like my puddin best of all." She said that in her Harley voice but then changed to her regular voice. "And I'd like a little puddin now if you get my drift."
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
She answered him by pressing her body to his side and reaching for his crotch. "Your room or mine."
"I thought we were going to stop."
She went back to her Harley voice. "It's a party. Live a little, will ya?"
Charles considered his options. Regina could get home at any time but as long as Lisa was in his room with the door closed it would be fine. If they went to Lisa's room then there would be the small chance that Mona would hear them and remember even in her drunken state. So, Charles took her hand and they went across the hall.
...
Regina was waiting downstairs reading everything she could access with her phone and even using her alumni login to access academic journals so she could be as up to date as she could. Her initial thought was that there actually wouldn't be much but it turns out academia has been researching incest for a long time.
She told herself again that she was probably wrong. It couldn't really be true. Not really. It seemed impossible from what she knew of Lisa and Charlie. He always seemed closer to Mona anyway. He must be confused. Or maybe he has some kind of secret information and he's using that to blackmail her.
A text came from Mona to come back up to the apartments quick. She didn't have to ask Regina twice. She didn't even bother to wait for the elevator. She powered herself up the stairs and was almost out of breath when she got to the seventh floor. She found Mona in the hallway looking very angry. Regina had to stop and catch her breath before asking what had happened.
"You were right. They're doing it."
"I am."
"And it wasn't him. It was her starting it."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense since she's older."
"What does that have to do with it?"
"In the psychology articles, they say the older person with more authority is usually the one to force the younger one into incest."
"I hate that word."
"Sorry. Genetic Sexual Attraction."
"That's no better. Actually, I think that's worse."
"Maybe it's not the word you don't like but you know, what they're doing."
"I am going to crack her skull wide open for this. Come on. You with me."
"Wait. We can't interrupt them."
"You're the one who wanted to bust them."
"I wanted to know. The article says we can't interrupt them."
"We can't just let them keep doing it."
"Sh."
...
"What's the matter Mr. J. Don't I make you laugh no more? Don't you want to pull my hair and smack me around for old times sake?"
Charles saw her smile and it was absolutely infectious. She was so happy being in character. Even though she had to take the spandex outfit completely off to have sex, she was still in make up, still in character, and she tied the costume around her waist. She put one of her legs on his shoulder and he started to fuck her a little faster.
"Yes, Mr. J. All for you Mr. J."
"Oh, you like that, do you Harley." Charles said, himself starting to get into the character, though not the version from the films but the animation.
"I love it Mr. J. You're the only one what can make me laugh."
"Well then, get ready. I have a surprise for you. Ha ha ha."
"Whatever you say, baby."
...
"No." Mona said vehemently. "No cops. No police. Promise. I'm not having either one of them go to jail. As much as I hate what they're doing, if we call the police that will ruin their lives and Charlie just got that promotion."
"Ok. I agree. No police. But what are we going to do?"
"You're the expert apparently. You say we can't interrupt them because that will traumatize everyone. You say we can't just tell them that we know because they will deny it and then break the family apart. You say we can't turn a blind eye because then Lisa will just continue to abuse Charlie until it escalates into violence. So basically, we're not allowed to do anything. No matter what, there are negative consequences."
"The real problem is that we don't know enough. We know she's the one with the power but we don't know when it started. We don't know how she got control over him. We don't know how many times they've done it. We don't know why she wanted to start doing this."
"And you say we can't ask them or they'll each have a nervous breakdown."
"Well, maybe not if they decided to tell us on their own."
"Keep going."
"Ok. So we absolutely can't just let it continue."
As Regina was saying that they both heard Lisa yell out "Yes, Mr. J! Right there, Mr. J! Fuck your Harley like a whore!" very loudly.
"I am going to kill her." Mona said.
"Ok, I got it." Regina finally continued. "See we need to find a way to get them to tell us. They need to think it was their own idea to tell us about it. Then once they do, we can all talk about it."
"And how exactly are we going to convince them to tell us."
"I don't know. Maybe we can leave printouts of these around." Regina suggested but then thought better of it. "No, that will just scare them."
"I say we should just stand out here until they come out."
"No, we can't do that."
"Why not?"
"They have to feel like it was their choice to tell us. They need to feel safe or it says here that it will never come out right."
"I'm not sure we should be taking advice from those articles. That sounds like bunk."
...
Charles was covered in sweat as was his sister. He pulled out of her and blasted his cum all over her and the bit of spandex costume around her.
"You know, kiddo, if we keep doing this, old joker here will have to get us some condoms."
"Oh, sure. Whatever you say, Mr. J."
"I seem to recall that we were only supposed to do it once. But instead of getting back to normal, we've gone further down crazy than either of us would have ever thought."
She laughed. "That was pretty good. You actually sounded like him for a second."
"Well, maybe you're not the only thespian in the family."
"I wonder how many other Harley's are out there with some joker spunk on their outfits right now."
...
"No, that won't work because he could just do it and not say anything." Regina objected to Mona's idea of setting Charles up with someone.
"Charlie isn't a two woman man."
"Most incest victims keep the incest a secret, even from their significant other. There are cases and cases apparently."
"Then you come up with something."
"Ok, what if, you tried to date him?"
"Me? Are you out of your mind?"
"Think about it. If you're trying to date him, then it must mean that you're ok with incest."
"I'm not, though."
"We just need him to think that for a bit so that he'll feel free to open up and tell us what's happening."
Mona shook her head. "He'll see a trap. Yeah, it will look like a trap and then he won't feel free at all. And on top of that, he'll know that all he has to do to keep Lisa's secret is reject me and claim he's not into incest. ... Which might even be true for all we know. She's the one forcing him into it."
"So then try to date her."
"Ew. That's disgusting!" Mona exclaimed.
Regina was taken aback and then felt obligated to respond. "Right. Disgusting. Totally. Ahem." She felt like she was two inches tall and all she wanted to do was go hide in a mouse hole.
"She'll just say she's not a lesbian and then we got that anger thing you were talking about earlier."
"There has to be a way." Regina said while internally telling herself to focus on the problem at hand and not the fact that her cousin Mona seemed to be unaware that it was 2020.
"I think they stopped. Listen." Mona observed.
Regina and Mona left the hall and went to Mona's bedroom before continuing the conversation.
"I got it." Mona said. "You."
"Me?" Regina didn't sound shocked. Actually it sounded like a good idea for her to be the one to ask Lisa on a date. Lisa was pretty and she shouldn't mind the incest. Now that Regina thought of it, Lisa had nice squeezable tits and they were good enough to tempt Charles, so why shouldn't Regina give them a go.
"Yes. You date Charlie."
Oh, then Regina realized that Mona hadn't been suggesting Lisa to her. "Charlie?"
"It's a middle ground. A really good middle ground. Half the people in the city think you two are dating already anyway."
But he's a man, she thought. "But it's still incest."
"Yeah, but legal incest."
"What does that have to do with it?"
"Enough other, you know, normal people date their first cousins that they've made it legal. So if he dates you, he knows he won't get in legal trouble. But it's still sort of technically incest. So then we can get him to open up. It gets our foot in the door so we can get him to talk. We just have to crack him open and see what comes out so we can deal with it."
"Me. Me and Charlie." That was just such a weird idea for more reasons than her cousin knew.
"Yes."
"Ok. But how far do you think I'll have to go?"
"I don't know. You're the expert. You'll figure it out."
"I never said I was an expert."
"Just do it."
"Ok. But remember, until they feel comfortable to tell us, we have to act like we don't know. We don't try to catch them. We don't make them think we're snooping on them. They have to think they're safe."
"You mean they have to think we're idiots."
...
As Charles was laying in bed with Lisa at his side he had to admit one thing, he was becoming less and less sure about the entire 'give up sex forever' idea. It turns out, sex was pretty good. Sure, he'd had problems with it before when he hadn't really known what he was doing but now, well, he could easily see himself doing this all day every day and be perfectly content. What was the harm? She liked it. She wanted it. She asked him for it and he was just giving her what she'd asked for. He knew a lot of people would object to brothers and sister being sexual but maybe that was just because they had never tried it. Even he himself would have instantly told anyone who asked that this sort of thing was completely disgusting only a few days ago. But now, well, if he was happy and she was happy, whose business was it of anyone's but their own.
He looked over at his sister as she snuggled her naked form up to him. He had to smile. She was so great. He kissed her forehead affectionately. He had found a woman who wouldn't make crazy demands of him. He'd found a woman who would keep his secrets. He found a woman who would accept him no matter his flaws. She was the perfect partner for a mgtow guy when he thought of it. She was guaranteed loyal. He had to suppress a laugh at that thought. For once he had a secret in his real life that he couldn't tell the guys on the mgtow forums about. Usually it was almost always the opposite.
But even if incest made super logical sense for a mgtow guy, he knew he could never advocate for that, even if he did it under a different username. Mgtow was already under the gun as it was and trying to be accepted by mainstream society. It was best not to mention anything so far outside the norm that it was actually illegal.
"Hey, don't go to sleep." he said to his sister. "We have to go clean up."
"We can do it in the morning."
"No, no. You get your sweet ass up and help me clean. I'm not getting in trouble."
"Well, just tell Mona that we got drunk."
"That's fine for you but that won't work for me."
"Oh, alright."
She was at a loss of what she could wear to go back across the hall since her costume was pretty much fucked, literally. So instead she put on a pair of sweat pants Charles gave her and one of his shirts.
"Now I feel like a real girlfriend."
"Why?"
"I get to wear your clothes."
As they were sneaking back across the hall they heard the elevator come up and Regina stepped out. She seemed annoyed and angry. The two siblings both froze in their tracks and Lisa made a silent prayer that her cousin wouldn't notice anything funny about what she was wearing.
"I just can't believe that guy." Regina said.
"What happened?" Charles asked. He was so happy that it seemed her date had not gone well and then he felt guilty for feeling that way since he did just get finished fucking someone other than Regina. Not that he ... ahem ... not that he wanted to fuck Regina. No. Get that thought out of there.
"I went to go have a quiet talk with Alan, that guy I brought. But then he insists on going to this steak restaurant and even when I tried to tell him that I only wanted a salad, he ordered a steak for me and then got upset when I didn't want to eat the thing. Can you believe it? Anyway, how was the rest of the party?"
"Good. You know, everyone was good. Did you get that guy's number, though cause I could do with a guy who'll buy me a steak." Lisa said.
Charles looked at Regina's smile but something was telling him that things weren't right with her.
They all went into Mona's apartment and they found the 'drunk' Mona busy picking up and cleaning. She didn't seem wasted at all and she was quick to start bossing everyone around to do things and Charles specifically noticed that Mona was trying to keep him and Lisa on opposite sides of the place. After Lisa was asked to bring the first couple of garbage bags out and Charles offered to help since they looked heavy, Mona quickly told him to let Lisa handle it and gave Charles a different task.
...
Regina was in a strange place on Sunday. She was still trying to wrap her head around the voluminous research on GSA while keeping an eye out so that no obvious opportunities for repeat occurrences happened and also preventing Mona from laying into Lisa for every odd little thing that shouldn't be a problem.
There was honestly no peace all Sunday morning and it looked like Mona was just trying to pick a fight with Lisa over anything she could find. Once it was time for Mona to go to work it was finally quiet.
Regina, Lisa, and Charles were all sitting in front of the tv in the twins' apartment and as Charles flipped through the channels he commented that the screen really was too dark to really see anything.
"It's like having a radio but without all the cool channels."
"On the radio they're called stations." Lisa said with the fake tone of a put down.
"Oh, like you know so much."
"I know that they're called stations and not channels."
It was like a little play, Regina realized. Neither of them meant what they were saying, it was all just for her benefit. And then there were the looks that they were passing back and forth to each other. They thought they were so slick but Regina was noticing it and she knew what they probably meant.
As she tried to understand more about what was going on, Regina came to the conclusion that whatever was going on with Lisa and Charles, it was not an isolated incident and it was not a passing phase that would work itself out. They were settling into it. Her first thought was that she should try her best to keep them apart but the research showed that it was best to keep siblings together in order to prevent this sort of thing.
She gave Charles a sideways glance and started to make up her mind. She was going to have to do it. But she was so apprehensive about what would happen. Would just telling Charles that she wanted to date him be enough? Would she actually have to go on a date with him? That wouldn't be so bad, would it? She'd done lots of stuff with him that would be considered a date if not for the fact that he was her cousin and they had no interest in each other. But once she turned it into a date, all that would stop. They wouldn't really be the kind of friends they are now ever again. That was scary. But she couldn't just let him keep doing his sister and besides, she had to do something before Mona just shot from the hip any crazy idea she got.
Well, Charles was attractive. And it wouldn't really be a real thing, just enough for him to admit that he's having sex with Lisa. Then once it's in the open she can let them both know that she's not an enemy and then they can all talk about it. That's all. That's all that needed to happen. Just enough to get there, however much that was.
Would she have to kiss him? If she did, would it be so bad? Surely it wouldn't go past kissing, right? But what if it did? If she attempted anything with him and then she chickened out at the last moment before something happened, would that traumatize him more? She couldn't risk that. If she did anything, she had to be sure. She had to be certain that she could commit to going all the way no matter how far that was before she did anything. All the way, even if that meant ... if that meant ... She started to gag. Then she felt ashamed of herself. Her cousin needed her. And he wasn't just her cousin. He was also like her best friend. No, scratch that. Not like. He WAS her best friend. At least the best friend she had here in the city. She was closer to Charles than she was to either of the twins. Who would have saw that coming?
For him. She'd do it for him and afterwards he'd understand.
She needed a plan. How to seduce a guy in such a way so that he gets the idea that you're into him but if he happens to also be into it, not act on it? Tricky, tricky.
When Charles went back to his own apartment, Regina followed him. He was sitting on the sofa texting someone so she went up behind him. He moved his hands to hide his phone but Regina wasn't interested in what he was saying. She started to rub his shoulders. That was ok. She could do that. There was no problem.
"So, you got any dates or anything planned?"
"Me? No. Not at this exact moment."
"Well, I just so happen to have this friend of mine. She keeps saying how cute you are and how much she wants your number. But I didn't give it to her."
"Thanks. The last thing I need is a woman I don't know just calling me."
"I know. I know. But that's not why I didn't give her your number."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I don't know. I was just thinking that maybe instead of trying to help everyone else all the time, for once I'd just do something that was best for me."
"I don't follow you."
"All these women want me to set them up with you but before any of that I was thinking that I'd like to find a really good guy for myself."
"Well, I could ask around and ... ouch."
"Just listen. See I was thinking that I'd really like a guy who I could go to dinner with and there would be no stress because there's never any stress. I was thinking that I'd like to be with a guy that I can just feel comfortable and at home with. I'd like to be with a guy who can just be a friend but also more than a friend. You know?"
"Um ... I don't know. What are you talking about?"
She let her hands leave his shoulders and her palms pressed him and slid down his arms. Her mouth was by his ear and she spoke lightly in a sexy voice. "I'm talking about a guy who likes to do the same things I do. A guy who's smart so I don't have to worry that he didn't understand the words I used. A guy who has enough self worth and self confidence that he doesn't feel the need to go sleeping around even though he totally could if he wanted to. I'm talking about a guy who doesn't just quit his job when there's trouble but finds a way to turn that into a promotion. You don't happen to know any guys like that you can introduce me to, do you?"
"That's a very specific kind of person you're describing there."
"Maybe that's why I haven't found Mr. Right yet. And I certainly don't want to have to make a mistake and get a Mr. Wrong while I'm looking. Oh, and then sometimes I think I've found Mr. Right but then there's always some reason why it can never be. All these rules and worrying about what other people will say. Well sometimes I just want to say 'to hell with them' and do it anyway."
"Is there someone I know that you're talking about?"
"Maybe. What do you think?"
She didn't give him time to answer. Instead she walked past the sofa and took a few sexy steps to her door and went into her room.
Charles looked back down at his phone and sent the text out.
MJ - I think Gina as just hitting on me.
MJ - \*was
HQ - She must really hit like girl if you can't tell.
MJ - NO. I mean she was coming onto me.
HQ - You mean sitting on your?
MJ - FLIRTING WITH ME. She all but tried to ask me out.
HQ - Maybe she just wants you two to abandon me and Mon again
MJ - Don't you care?
HQ - Sure, but I think you just misunderstood her
MJ - It was flirting.
HQ - Just because a woman shares the same air as you does not mean she's flirting
"Who's MJ?"
Lisa was startled and quickly put the phone away. "Hey, Hi. Mona. What are you doing home?"
"They said they didn't need me today. So, who's MJ?"
"No one. Just a guy. I'm not seeing him. It's not serious or anything. He's just a friend."
"Does this friend have a name?"
"Yeah, MJ."
"Which is short for?"
"Um ... Michael."
"Michael what?"
"Um ... Jordan."
"You have a friend named Michael Jordan?"
"Well, obviously not the actor. Duh. In fact this Michael Jordan is white actually and his parents named him that way before that Rocky movie ever came out, you know, obviously."
"Does he happen to play basketball?"
"Basketball? Um ... I don't know. I'll ask him sometime. Now do you mind not being nosy in my business."
"Well, excuse me. I'm only trying to protect my little sister. There are a lot of nasty guys out there."
"Hey, I'm four minutes older than you."
"You can't prove that. Mom could have been lying."
"Hey, it's not fair they ask you to go down there and you don't even know if they need you or not. How often do they do that?"
"This is the first time. Don't worry about it. Hey, let's go do something."
"Like what?"
"Anything. Just me and you. We can make it a twin thing."
"Oh, I don't know if I have the energy to go out. You go. I don't want to hold you back."
"It's not a twin thing unless you come with me."
"Sure it is. You're a twin. Anything you do is a twin thing."
"I want to spend time with my sister. Come on."
"Go spend time with Regina. She's not busy."
"Regina's not my sister. Come on."
"I'm tired. I couldn't possibly go out."
"Ok, fine. We can do something in the apartment."
"Like what?"
"Like ... scrabble. We haven't played that in a long time."
"Well, yeah, cause we don't own it."
Mona put her finger in the air and then went to her room. Lisa took that opportunity to run to her own bedroom and lock the door.
HQ - MOS
MJ -?
HQ - Mona over shoulder.
MJ - I don't understand.
HQ - She's back from work.
Boom, boom, boom.
URGH! "What?"
From the other side of the door Mona answered, "I have it right here."
Lisa rolled her eyes and went to the door. When she opened it, Mona was holding the game still in it's plastic wrap.
"That's travel scrabble." Lisa pointed out.
"So? Scrabble is scrabble."
"Well, if we were taking a trip on the maglev then fine but ..."
"Oh, just come on. It'll be fun."
Lisa relented but tried to continue to text Charles as the game got underway. She got her letters and set them up to see what she could do. Nothing so far.
"Oh, I am so lucky." Mona declared. "Look at this." Mona put her letters on the board. I. N. C. E. S. T. "Read it and weep."
Lisa's first reaction when she saw it was to run and hide in her room but she didn't do that. She locked herself down and only slumped in her chair.
"Did you get anything?" Mona asked.
A bitch for a twin, Lisa thought but didn't say.
...
"Isn't it a little early for a bath?" Charles asked. They were standing together in the bathroom watching the water fill up.
"Middle of the day on Sunday is the perfect time for a good soak." Regina answered.
"Ok, but when you say wash your back, what exactly do you want?"
"You never washed anyone's back before?"
"No."
"You're sisters never asked you to ..."
'No. Never."
"Don't get defensive. It's just me." After saying that she let her bathrobe slip off her shoulders and she was there naked in front of him. She had her back to him but even just her backside was a sexy temptation for any man.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Charles' heart beat louder and louder as he looked at her.
She lowered herself into the water, still with her back to him. "Well?"
He cautiously took the face towel, got it wet, and put it on her back. "Like this?"
"Oh, that is good. Maybe later I'll do you too."
"That's ok, actually."
"I knew you'd agree."
Agree. "No, what I meant was ..."
"A little more on the left please. Yes, right there. Oh, yes, right there."
Was she getting off from this? "Anyway, is that good enough or do you ..."
"You can come join me in the hot water if you want to. There should be just enough room."
"No, I wouldn't dream of interfering with your soak."
"Come on. Don't be shy."
"I'm not shy. I'm not. But if I got in now the water would spill all over the floor. You enjoy. I'll just go make myself a sandwich."
"Thank you for washing my back."
"You're welcome." he said and then finally got out of the bathroom. He ran to his own room and instead of just needing to adjust his pants, he threw himself on his bed and just got his dick out. It was standing there as a massive superheated red bar of iron.
He got his phone out to see if his sister had texted him.
...
Mona hung up the phone and then pouted. "We'll have to finish this game another time."
"What happened?"
"Well, they thought they didn't need me but then it turns out they do so they want me to come in."
"That's not fair. They ..."
"Today is a special day. I'm not worried about it."
"You shouldn't have to put up with this kind of treatment." Lisa said.
Mona ignored that, put her work clothes back on in a hurry and then just waved goodbye once she was out the door.
Finally, Lisa thought. She pulled out her phone and texted to Charles that Mona was gone. He didn't text back. Instead he just came over.
"Regina's acting weird." he said.
"Weird how?"
"I'll explain later." he answered and then picked her up from the chair and carried her to her bedroom.
"What if Regina comes over?"
"She's in the bath. Says she wants to soak for an hour."
"Oh. Ok."
They wasted no time. There was no foreplay. There was no hesitation. In a flash, they were naked and then he was on top of her, and then she was feeling him slam into her again and again like a wild bull and she loved every minute of it.
...
Regina - They're doing it right now.
Mona - You're supposed to prevent that.
Regina - Sorry. I was in the bath.
Mona - What the hell were you doing taking a bath in the middle of the day.
Regina - Trying to seduce Charlie's
Mona - and all you really did was work him up for her.
...
"Stop." Lisa said.
Charles didn't respond right away. Lisa gasped for air.
"Stop." she repeated.
In rapid succession he'd given her two orgasms and she was feeling delirious.
"Let me catch ... my ... my breath."
As she was trying to say that, he went as deep into her as he could go. They were pelvic to pelvic and the head of his cock was pushing on her cervix. Then he exploded inside of her and the orgasmic pulsing of his cock gave her a third orgasm that was like the previous two multiplied together and then squared.
...
Regina shook her head as she stood by her door. If she didn't know that they were having sex, she would swear that he was beating her over there. She hoped the upstairs or downstairs neighbors didn't call the police.
...
"Don't go." she called out to him as he was getting his clothes back on.
"I thought you fell asleep."
"Just for a sec. Don't go. Not yet."
He got back on the bed with her and hugged her. "Ok. But not long. We don't want to get caught and Regina could get out of her bath at any moment."
"Fuck her."
Ha. "I'm starting to think that's what she wants."
"No she isn't. You're imagining things."
"She was saying a bunch of weird stuff and then she wanted me to wash her back."
"You're over thinking it. The one we need to worry about is Mona. She's starting to suspect."
"But she would say something if she knew."
"Which is how I know she doesn't know but she's starting to think something's funny."
"And how did you come to this conclusion?"
"It's a twin thing."
...
Later, once Mona was home from work again, but this time at her usual time and they all had dinner together, they could have heard a pin drop as they ate. No one was speaking. It was like a cold war had set in.
The next morning at breakfast it was very similar with minimal talking outside of the most necessary things. They were all dressed for work save Mona who had Mondays off.
Charles got up from the table to get his jacket on to complete his suit. When he did, Regina came over to him and told him bye, as she was leaving before him. He turned to say bye and she reached around to grab his butt and then she kissed him. He thought she would kiss him on the cheek but instead she kissed him on the neck.
"I'll see you later." she said as she looked from his eyes down his body.
Charles was standing there frozen and then Regina walked out of the twins' door.
Lisa with a 'did you just see that? What the fuck' look on her face turned to Mona to see her sister with her eyes closed smelling her coffee. Then Lisa had a brain storm.
"Charles, can you give me a ride to work?"
"Um ... well ..."
"Please."
"Oh, but in that case we have to hurry."
Lisa didn't really want a ride to the law office. She really just wanted to talk with Charles in the elevator.
"I know what's going on."
"What?"
"Mona and Regina are trying to catch us."
"That would be bad."
"But they haven't caught us yet or they would have said something."
"So we have to cool it for a bit."
"No, we have to attack."
"Attack?"
"They aren't sure so they're trying to trick us into being jealous so we'll slip up and they can bust us."
"Ok. So it sounds like the best course of action is to cool it for a bit."
"No, we have to turn this around on them."
"Why?"
"Because if we just cool it they'll think they've won and then whenever we want to be together they'll start this all up again."
"Maybe we need to be better at hiding it."
"I know what to do?"
"Yeah, don't scream so much next time."
"You have to act like you're into Regina."
"What?"
"See, if you start to do that, then ..."
"Wait. Ok. Just wait."
"Listen to me. You act like you like her flirting with you and then ..."
"What good would that do?"
"I'm telling you. Just listen."
Sigh. "Ok. What? Tell me."
"You act like you're falling for her and they'll see that they've gone too far and they'll have to back off."
Charles thought about it for a moment. Putting aside the strange way Regina had been making him feel recently and the danger to his own emotions, it was in fact a good plan. If it was true that Regina didn't actually feel for him that way and she was just trying to catch them then it was indeed a good plan. "I see. That could work. Yeah. That could work."
"I can't wait to see her face when we do this. And then she'd feel like it was her own fault too."
...
Regina was at work when she noticed a text. She thought it might be Mona texting to tell her the next part of whatever plan she was trying to cook up but instead it was from Charles.
Charles - What did you mean this morning?
Regina - Nothing. Just being friendly.
Charles - Really? Come on. It's me. Tell me the truth.
Regina - That is the truth. What are you implying.
Charles - Nothing. Forget I asked.
Regina - Do you have something you want to say
Charles - It would sound stupid so nevermind
Regina - I'm listening. I'll listen to whatever you want to say. It's not supid.
Regina - Charles? Charles, are you there?
Regina - Charles?
Regina - Hey, you there?
Regina - Charles?
...
Charles had already been yelled at twice. Once by some other guy who thought he was a hot shot and once again by a manufacturer when Charles had been ordered by his boss to call them back after they declined an offer. Charles had to stay on the phone with the angry woman and listen to her use all the shaming language the mgtow guys on the forums talked about, only she was doing it at the top of her lungs.
Charles wanted to hang up on her but his boss was standing there looking at him and with eye movement and a gesture let Charles know that ending the call was not an option for him.
Then the woman seemed to calm down all on her own and sounded like she was crying. But Charles was still not allowed to get off the call. He listened and consoled her and then to Charles' shock she agreed to at least look at the specs and asked Charles to send them over. The boss heard that and grabbed another guy to go do that but Charles had to stay on the phone. He was not allowed to hang up until she did.
As they were still talking the woman said the specs had come and she was looking them over. She was just about to hang up without giving a definite yes or no but then she just relented and blurted out a yes. The boss smiled and then snapped his fingers to get the other guy to send a runner with contracts to be signed.
"Thank you so much." the woman said near the end of the call.
"Thank you." Charles repeated back to her.
"May I have your name again?" She asked.
Charles gave it to her and she must have been writing it down because she asked him to spell his family name.
"I'll make sure to ask for you in the future." she said.
"I'm looking forward to it. It's always a pleasure."
Then she hung up and Charles could finally put that receiver that hurt his ear down.
"Good work."
"I think she damaged my eardrum."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You just did a forty million dollar deal."
"How much?"
"How does it feel?"
"Good, I guess."
"It hasn't sunken in yet. It will. Mrs. Melrose is one of these people who likes to make rope."
"Rope?"
"She takes all her anger and fear and insecurities and she makes this big fat rope out of them. A lot of times, she uses that rope to beat back the competition and brutalize people until they do things her way. But not you. You heard her shit test coming a mile away and you stood up for yourself which was why she hung up on you. When I saw that, I knew we had her. All we had to do was take her rope, cover it in gasoline, put it outside in the burning sun and put a big glass over it making a laser at one end. Oh, my boy, it was a huge glorious fire once we got it to ignite. And we don't want to put it out. No way. Let that sucker burn all the way down to embers. It puts on a nice show but in the end she has no fuel left to feel angry or sad or anything. After all the screaming and yelling and pounding her fist her rational mind finally takes over. At that point, yes or no isn't an emotional decision. All she has left to rely on is her own intellect and logic. She's a smart woman. She knows this is a good deal."
"Well, we are the ones who gave her the numbers."
"Doesn't matter. The numbers are accurate. You didn't think she was stupid enough to not double check them, did you? She will. You can bet your bottom dollar she will. But that's good. Once she does, she's even more invested personally in this project than before. Now, I need you to run on down there and get that contract back here with her signature on it."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You're her little confidant now. By passing her shit test you showed her that you have value and in turn the company has value. She doesn't want to deal with a little pion that would go down there. She wants to deal with the man in charge and on this deal, that's you."
Once Charles got down to their offices everyone was all smiles and Charles was very surprised to see Angela working in that office. She smiled at him and then left her other duties to take over from the receptionist to escort Charles to see Mrs. Melrose. Angela briefly described Charles as just the best guy in the world when she introduced him to Mrs. Melrose in person. As Angela left she looked back at him and she had a sparkle in her eye.
Even though Mrs. Melrose was surprised Charles looked so young, that didn't alter her respect for him and she kept a professional attitude the entire time. The contracts were signed and sealed into the envelopes an Charles was ready to go.
"Oh, and tell Hank that we all need to go and have drinks one weekend." she said.
"Will do. Looking forward to it."
On his way out, Angela took the opportunity to come see him off and she passed him a note with her contact details on it.
"Call me."
...
Regina was getting home from work and right as she was checking the mail Charles came into the building.
"Anything?"
"Just junk." She turned to face him. "Do you have a problem answering your texts?"
"I'm not supposed to do that at work."
"Oh, no. Did you get busted?"
"No, I got caught up in a really long telephone call."
"With who?"
"It's work stuff."
"Oh. How was it?"
"I did a forty million dollar deal today."
"How much?"
"Forty million."
"Are you kidding? How much of that is yours?"
"Mine?"
"Yeah."
"Um ... I don't know. I wasn't thinking that I'd get any of it."
"Well, that's not fair."
"I'll ask tomorrow."
They got into the elevator and she leaned in close to him. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?"
"Um ... well, I wanted to ask about this actually."
"About what?"
"This hugging and stuff you've been doing recently."
"You're my cousin. I can hug you."
He watched the numbers change and then the doors opened to their hall. They walked the short way to their apartment and Charles started to remember the plan of action.
"So you don't really mean anything by it?" he asked.
"By what?" she tried to say innocently.
"Ok, nevermind."
"Don't do that. If you want to say something I'm listening."
"Ok, but is it really me who needs to say something? What are you trying to tell me with asking me to wash your back and your cryptic messages yesterday?"
"Well, I don't know. I was just thinking that I haven't really met the kind of ... guy I'd really want to go out with here in the city. The only one who really seems compatible with me is you. But of course you're my cousin so I don't know what I was thinking."
"Oh. Right. Ok."
Regina swallowed and then made the conscious decision to push forward the plan. "Not that it would necessarily bother me that you're my cousin."
"What do you mean?"
She thought about Mona. Then she found a way to make her voice sound like she was telling the truth. "I wouldn't be bothered. I'd be ok with it." Then she turned from him. "Oh, I shouldn't have told you that."
"Hey, it's ok. You can trust me."
"Can I? Can I really?"
"Yes. What do you want to say?" he demanded.
She almost felt sad. She did have something she wanted to say. Everyday she looked at him and she wondered to herself if this would be the day she told him. And now he was asking. But this wasn't her day. This was his day. "Well, sometimes I wonder if maybe one day we could go to dinner and just that one time we didn't have to go as just cousins or just friends. Maybe just once I want to just throw caution to the wind and see what happens."
"You mean a date, a real date."
"Oh, now you think I'm psycho."
"No, I don't. Relax. Thanks for telling me. It's strange but sometimes there are times when ... um ..."
"Yeah. Go ahead."
"Well I sort of had the same sort of thing cross my mind."
"You have? Tell me about it."
"Well, I was thinking, why do we need to go anywhere."
"I don't follow."
"Dates are for getting to know each other. We've done that. We've been on lots of dates in a way. Maybe we can just stay here and bring this to the next level."
"Next level."
"Yeah. Like you said. Throw caution to the wind and see what happens."
"Uh, wait. Not yet. We need to ... first we need to ... go say hi to your sisters."
"Ah. Of course. Sensible. We don't want to tip them off by doing things out of the ordinary."
Across the hall they found the twins playing scrabble and Lisa actually had the upper hand so Mona was not happy. There were a few moments of everyone just trying to be normal but then Regina contrived a way to speak with Mona alone in Mona's bedroom.
"He wants to take it to the next level."
"Good. You've almost got him."
"No, not good. What does that mean?" Regina knew but wanted to actively avoid thinking about it.
"Maybe it means he wants to open up."
"Yeah, or it could mean he wants to bend me over the back of the sofa."
"Oh, it won't get that far. You know him. You know he won't."
"I don't know. I'm not so sure at the moment."
"Hey, this was all your plan. You and your dumb articles. So just commit. If you have to show him a little something and do a little touching, go with it."
"Easy for you to put things on the line. It's not your vagina."
...
While Regina was speaking with Mona Charles and Lisa went by the door to her room.
"We got her. I told her I wanted to move things to the next level and she totally backed down."
"She did. That's great. But stay alert just in case. They're up to something in there. They may try to try again."
"Try to try?"
"You know what I mean. Just be vigilant and if she makes another pass at you, up the auntie."
"Ante." he corrected.
...
Mona cooked a light dinner for everyone and after they all ate Lisa was charged with clean up while Mona and Regina went to the hall for a conference.
"It's so obvious that they're planning something." Lisa said.
Charles nodded in agreement.
Then Regina was the only one to come back in.
"Where's Mona?"
"Oh, she said she wanted to go for a walk." Regina answered.
"It's raining." Lisa pointed out.
Then Regina came to the table and sat next to Charles. "I think I'm ready for us to take things to the next level."
"Uh ..." gulp. "You are?"
Regina made a sexy face and seductively nodded. "Come on."
"Right now? You want to do that right now?"
"Sure. Unless there's a reason not to. Is there any reason you want to tell me about?"
"No. Now is fine. Sure."
Regina got up and pulled him by the arm. He looked back at Lisa as he left and Lisa watched them go.
Over in Charles and Regina's apartment the two sat on the sofa and it was awkward.
Won't this just traumatize him more, Regina thought.
I can't cheat on Lisa, Charles thought.
She was the first to reach out and take his hand again. Of course she could just take his hand. There was nothing wrong with that.
"So, we're alone." she said, partly for his benefit but also as a message to Mona to stop peeking through the crack in the bedroom door and keep it closed. This was already hard enough without an audience.
"Indeed. It's so convenient that we share an apartment." he said while wondering if Lisa had her ear up to the front door to listen. He looked down at her hand and then raised it up to his lips. He kissed it and then looked at her with his imitation of a charming smile. Was that enough to scare her?
She swallowed. "Is there anything you want to say?"
"You keep asking me that."
"I just want to know you. I feel like I know so much about you and yet, you're so deep. What's your deepest secret?"
Just then his recently faltering mgtow status came to mind. "You wouldn't really understand."
"If I do or not, you know you can trust me to tell me anything."
"Really?"
"Of course. And I'll prove it to you."
"How?"
She swallowed again. Then she started to put her hand on his neck but pulled back momentarily before going ahead and putting it there to draw him in for a kiss.
He saw the kiss coming and figured she'd chicken out before it connected so he went for it, stopping right before her lips. Then, there they were, each one just a millimeter away from the other.
"Here we go." she said.
"I hope you're ready."
She swallowed and then she pressed the kiss to connect.
He was surprised. He had honestly thought that she'd pull out. But now he was here so he had to up it to eleven and not let her get away with just a peck. The only way to scare her off was to go all in like it was a real kiss.
Regina's eyes popped open as the kiss started to make her feel like she was floating and the THX sound was playing in her head. Then her body relaxed and she closed her eyes, put her arms around him and just enjoyed herself.
It is a well known fact to some that telemarketers are instructed by their companies to smile while talking to a customer on the phone. It is alleged that the customers can hear the smile. What is actually happening is that the physical act of smiling causes a feedback loop in the employee's brain sending in positive stimulus. Then the brain begins to believe that it must be happy even though it was the thing that consciously decided to smile in the first place and might have been very unhappy before that decision due to the fact that the brain's human was stuck working as a loathsome telemarketer for a company that was little more than a thief bilking elderly people out of their life savings with crap products that are all scams.
But the brain gets that positive feedback and starts to think that it must be happy. So it feels genuinely happy and that good mood the customers certainly can hear. It turns out that fooling the brain's emotions is super easy which is why actors say they can feel the grief of their characters when a loved one dies and two actors who pretend to fall in love in a play will often fall in love in real life if they have any chemistry between them at all.
And so it was with Regina. She wasn't the kind of girl to go around just kissing a bunch of guys. In fact, she normally wasn't the kind of person to kiss guys at all. It was a little something about herself that she'd discovered in college and had yet to really let the others know about. In the city, she'd met up with a few other people who were 'that way' but Regina hadn't gotten along with them. There was a raunchiness to the culture in the city that Regina was uncomfortable with. That was why she liked doing things with Charles so much. He was always polite to everyone and he never used bad words and he kept things clean and very importantly he never used drugs. If only he had a pussy between his legs, he'd be perfect.
For some reason she held onto that image of Charles but as a woman. Regina seemed to really like that. With that in her mind she was able to let herself go and enjoy the kiss even more. She felt heat growing in her pussy and her nipples were getting hard. Her breasts felt like they wanted to be squeezed and then the heat in her vagina intensified. She started to squirm this way and that way to relieve it but it was no good. She pulled him closer and her clothes started to chafe.
Oh, that was a hand. She felt a hand. His hand was on her thigh. Keep closed she mentally commanded but her thighs weren't listening. The heat was too intense. She couldn't help but spread for him and even arch her back as a way of pushing her breast closer to him.
Oh, no. This was too far. It wasn't supposed to go this far. This wasn't part of the plan. This felt so dangerous. Time out. Time. Just wait a damn minute. She was in danger ... in danger ... in danger of ... in danger of wanting ... him. The thought of it was almost guttural and she was so close to just ripping her clothes off and letting him fuck her.
He stopped just short of her panties but her cunt could still sense his fingers out there. How could she both want him to just go ahead and touch her and yet not want that at all? Her feelings were a tornado of contradictions that were all getting tangled up. She almost felt drunk. What was he doing to her?
Ok, she knew what the problem was. Whenever she pretended to go on a date with a guy in the past, she always knew it was pretend because of course it was pretend just to keep up appearances. It was different with Charles because she already cared about him. He was her cousin and her roommate and for the last few months, her absolute best friend. She cared a lot about him. She respected him. She never wanted that friendship to be damaged. But here she was doing this and it could definitely damage the friendship. Even so, somehow, some crazy part of her didn't care and just wanted him to do her, penis and all.
Penis. Oh, that scared her. That scared her a lot.
Fear. That was it. That had to be it.
She reached over and felt his hard on. Oh, that was a big hard on. That did it. That gave her the strength to pull out of the kiss.
"Wait." she said.
"What's wrong."
"Nothing. I ... I want this to happen."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"It's just, I ... I need to get ready."
"It seems to me you are ready."
"What I mean is, we shouldn't do this out here. Let's go to the bedroom."
"Yours or mine?"
"Mine. But first let me ... just let me get it ready for you." She got up and moved to her door. "Just one minute."
Charles saw her go into her room and the moment she did he sprung up from the sofa and went for the door, almost tripping in the process. He opened the door to find Lisa right outside. She slipped in and quickly moved over by the table with the long tablecloth so she'd have a place to hide.
"You have to get me out of here." he said. "She's not backing down anymore. She went to get her bed ready."
...
Regina had her back to her door as she heaved air in and out of her lungs. Then she opened her eyes and looked at her room. Mona had been folding Regina's clothes 'properly' and had several stacks on the bed.
"You're folding. Really?"
"What else? It's boring in here. Hey, why do you have porn?"
"Uh ... that's Charlie's. He asked me to keep it over here because he, ah, doesn't want a date to see it if she comes over."
"Well tell him to keep that kind of filth in his room. Two girls going down on each other. Yuck."
Regina addressed Mona through her teeth. "It's fine. Just put it in the closet and forget about it. If he likes that kind of stuff, who are we to judge."
"So, where's Charlie? You didn't let him get away, did you?'
"No. I just need a breather. He's going all in. He's not opening up and he's not backing down."
"Good. That's good."
"No. Not good. What if he ... What if we ..."
"You'll break him. Just watch. Once you cross a certain line just pause and get him talking. That's all you have to do."
"Easy for you to say. Now get all this cleaned up. I can't bring him in here with all this out."
"In here? Then where am I going to hide?"
"Try the closet. Nice and comfy I hear and all the reading material you could want."
...
"Are you sure?" he asked her.
She nodded. "You have to."
"No I don't. I can tell her I don't want to ruin our friendship. I can tell her the incest part creeps me out. I can tell her I have a secret girlfriend. Anything."
"No. Let her do what she wants to do. Then They'll stop being suspicious of us."
"You can't really want that."
"I don't but it's for the best."
"And then you're going to leave me."
"No. Never. I'm your narwhal. I'll always be your narwhal. Forever."
"Actually, it's nawalt."
"No, it's narwhal. I'm right this time. I looked it up."
She was so beautiful just then. He held her. It was a nice moment. If only it could have lasted. Just him and her. If only the world could understand.
Then Regina opened her bedroom door and Lisa had to throw herself to the floor by the table.
"You're not leaving me, are you?" Regina asked.
"No. Just making sure we won't be disturbed."
"Get over here. I want you to ... put lotion on me."
Charles looked down at Lisa and she put a finger in front of her lips and then gestured for him to go.
"Coming?" Regina asked.
"Be right there. Just want to double check the locks." he said with a forced smile.
Regina went back into her room but left the door wide open.
Charles squatted down to get at the same level as Lisa. "I love you." he said. He never thought he'd hear himself say that to a woman again, at least not so sincerely. What was happening to him. He was mgtow. He wasn't supposed to fall in love. But there it was. This situation did not fit mgtow philosophy. His sister was not a 'pump and dump'. Regina was not a 'pump and dump'. "I can't do it."
"You have to. I love you, too. Ok. But you have to."
"Hey, maybe we should just tell them. Tell them about us."
"No. They won't understand." She saw the stress on his face when she said those words and she kissed him. "I love you. I will always love you. Believe me?"
"I believe you."
"Good. You're my boyfriend. I'm your girlfriend. No matter what happens in that room, we won't change that. I promise."
"Really?"
"Yes." She gave him a very firm kiss again and then she patted him on the head. "Now, shoulders back. Stand up straight. She wants to give you some so you go get some. Go in there and fuck her brains out. For me."
"For you?"
"Yes. For me. Can you do that for me?"
He buttoned up his lip and then nodded.
Just then they heard Regina calling out "Charlie. I'm waiting for you."
Charles stood up and rolled his shoulders. "I'll be cheering for you." Lisa winked at him and then he marched off.
Once Charles was in Regina's bedroom she went over to his bedroom and put her ear up to the wall to try and hear what was going on.
...
The bedroom was dark. Charles stood there by the door and Regina pulled him by the hand to the bed. Regina put on a face in imitation of a ditsy blond and then moved closer to him and started to kiss his neck.
It's for Lisa, he reminded himself. He was going to have to have sex with a gorgeous, tall blond that he had almost everything in common with, for Lisa. This sure didn't feel like 'white knigthing'. It didn't feel like being cucked either. Maybe he could fit this into mgtow by realizing that Lisa was just putting him on the line to protect herself but if so she was going about it a very strange way. She was a nawalt. But so was Regina. Somehow he just knew that he could not just do this and feel nothing. His heart was being tugged back and forth.
Ok. He could do this. He had his nawalt and he had the chance to tap this sexy ass right in front of him. Here we go. He reached for her blouse and started to try and get it off of her. Then she stopped him.
"Wait." she said. "Before we just jump in, is there anything you want to tell me? Anything at all?"
He shook his head. "No. Nothing relevant. You?"
"Just that ... I have wanted you since I first saw you."
"You have?"
"Um ..."
"Hey, Gina, if you have something you want to tell me, I'll listen. You know I'll listen."
"Well, there is ..." No. She stopped herself. It wasn't her turn. It was his turn. She had to break Lisa's hold on him and get him to talk. She threw herself at him for a kiss.
Their bodies both fell to the bed and she just decided not to think about it. He wasn't the first boy she'd ever kissed. She kissed boys in high school even if those wasn't really the most pleasant experiences of her life. But hey, Charles had them beat. She could honestly say to herself in her own head that she actually even liked kissing him. She could kiss him all day and not even worry about it. She imagined him and her together at one of the many restaurants they'd gone to. She imagined him being romantic and kissing her and it worked. It was ok. It wasn't outside the realm of possibility. She could even see him putting his arm around her while they played video games together. Well, maybe that was a stretch. How would he be able to hold the controller?
Oh, she was thinking about it. She didn't want to be thinking about it. Why was this happening to her? And why did she like it?
Ok. That wasn't that bad. She'd always known that she liked guys at least a little. That was why she never went hardcore. She always held out the remote possibility of a guy with an actual penis to cause her to like him or even love him. Maybe an older guy who wouldn't want to have sex very often. Or a guy with a really small penis. Or a guy that would let her have a girlfriend. Oh, but she always knew that the last one wouldn't work out. If she had a girlfriend she just knew she'd never be sexual with her husband. She'd spend all her sexual energy on the woman if there was one.
Because ... because ... She hardly ever even let the words come to her mind. Her parents would be so disappointed with her. Then again, what would they say if they knew she was about to have sex with her cousin? She knew them. She knew what they'd say and she knew they'd be a lot more ok with this than the fact that she was a ... a ... She felt like she wanted to cry.
"Hey. What's wrong?" he asked her.
"Nothing." she said as she wiped her eyes.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No."
"We can stop if you want."
"No. Just kiss me. Keep kissing me."
He did kiss her but he was more gentle about it. Oh, and that was the wrong thing, Regina thought. She didn't want to love him. No. That wasn't what this was about. He was too young. His dick was too big. She'd seen that behemoth on a number of occasions. Usually she was fine with it. She never felt threatened by it. It was after all attached to Charles, her most favorite male from pretty much her whole life. But now there was the chance of contact. There was the chance that his cock would be aimed at her. That scared the living daylights out of her.
When did this become about her and her feelings? Her feelings for him. She ... she had feelings for him. But he had that dick. It was never going to work.
And there he goes. He was taking off her blouse. Shit, now what? Should she stop him? Instead of just getting her all the way out of her blouse, he reached in and under her back and more easily than she would have thought possible, he unhooked her bra.
"Wait." she said.
He stopped and leaned back from her.
"I want to talk for a bit. Is that ok?" she asked.
He nodded. "Ok. I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
"So. Talking. We're talking. What do you want to talk about?"
He blinked a few times and cocked up an eyebrow. "How beautiful you are?" He was going to lean in and start the kiss again but she stopped him.
"What I mean is, before we do this, let's just set the table."
"Table?"
"I mean record. So you aren't dating anyone right now, are you? I mean, I know the answer but I feel like I just have to ask to be sure."
He was so obviously lying when he shook his head. "No but maybe I want to be. How about you? Are you dating anyone?"
Regina gave a thought to that hot little copy girl with the long legs and the mini skirt. Yeah, she'd like to ride her face. "No."
"Well, I guess that clears the air."
"But wait. There are other things."
"Like what?"
"Like, how are we going to explain this to everyone?"
"We can keep it a secret."
"Uh, no. Hello. We have to tell."
"They'll never understand."
"Yes, they will. Ok. So, who do you think we should tell first?"
"No one. We can't tell."
"They'll be cool with it. How about Mona?"
"Before we agree to either tell or not tell let's go ahead and have something we can ... tell." As he was saying that he was sliding her blouse off her arms and then her bra went with it. She bit her bottom lip and for a moment she hid her breasts from him as if he'd never seen then before though she knew perfectly well that he had.
"Wait. Before we really do this. Before we pass the point of no return, ... How do you feel about me?" she asked.
"I care a lot about you. You know that."
She nodded in agreement. "I know."
"If you want to do this with me or if not, I care about you. You're my best friend and I care about what you think of me."
"Same. I'm totally the same."
"Yeah but you went to college and I just ..."
"You did a forty million dollar deal. I could never do that. I'm stuck bringing coffee to the lieutenant mayor's office all day."
"As long as we're being honest with each other, can you tell me why you really want to do this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just tell me what's really on your mind."
"What's really on my mind? I'm scared. I love you but I'm scared of you."
"Scared of me? Why? I, I would never, I would never hurt you."
That made her want to cry. She felt like such a baby. Such a girl.
He held her and for a few moments it was just like their normal way, only obviously more intimate. He was her friend and she needed him and he was there for her. Ok, that wasn't exactly their normal way but she'd take it.
How could she ever tell him? How could she describe it? The up and down, the back and forth. Seeing a girl and liking her and then feeling ashamed of it and backing away. She liked women. She wanted to have sex with women. But not lesbians. Not dykes. She didn't want a woman who thought she was a man or who acted like a man. She wanted a woman. She wanted a normal woman who could just be like any other woman with the one tiny, little, inconsequential difference that she had sex with other women. Why was that so hard to find? It was 2020. She shouldn't have to hide something like this anymore. She should be able to just tell everyone flatly and honestly that she ... was ... She started to cry more.
She didn't want it. It was too hard. So many times it was too hard. She didn't want to be this way. She had told herself over and over again that she was not this way. It wasn't possible. She was normal. She was a normal person and she would date other normal people, not air head rug munchers with more piercings than sense, hair dyed impossible colors, tattoos of racial slurs, and a laundry list of stds. Why couldn't she just find someone normal to date? Why?
And of course she couldn't say she was that way. Not to anyone. If she did they'd lump her in with those crazies that wear strap ons. She didn't want that. She couldn't have that no matter how many times the resident feminist at city hall made a pass at her. Regina had denied it when that woman had come up to her and accused her of being homosexual. Of course she would deny it. Regina didn't care how much that ugly sack of fat told her that she could just tell who was and who wasn't. It was for Regina to decide what she was and was not and she was NOT ... one of them. She just liked having sex with women more than men. That did not mean she had anything to do with big Bertha who smelled like sour milk mixed with rotten fish, or anyone else like her.
She looked up at Charles. He was so clean. He was handsome. When he smiled she just felt so much that he cared for her and didn't just see her for what was between her legs. That's what was important. He didn't smell bad the way other men did. He wasn't a predator the way other men were. She trusted him. Yeah. That's what she wanted. That's what was good.
Charles held her tight for a while but then tried to get up from the bed. That brought her mind back to the actual task at hand. She had almost forgotten. She was lost in his eyes and had almost forgotten.
"Don't go." she said.
"Well, I was just thinking maybe you wanted to be alone."
"No. I want you here."
"Ok. Do you want to tell me what's going on?" he asked.
"You're really not dating anyone?" she asked.
He looked away and then cleared his throat. "No. I answered that already."
She sat up to look at him. Then she took his hand and brought it to her breast. "Date me."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. Date me. I want you."
He looked down at what she was doing with his hand. Then he looked up at her and took a deep breath. "Ok."
She licked her lips and gently kissed him. Their bodies went back down to the bed. He started to kiss her neck and then moved to her chest. It was wonderful. He was so wonderful. He was the one. She could feel it. He was the one. She didn't know how all of this was going to work out once everyone started to be open with each other but she was starting to think that she definitely wanted him. Maybe she didn't want to have sex necessarily but she wanted this. She wanted what he was doing just then. He could do that all day to her if he wanted.
Oh, and now he was sucking on her nipple. Delightful. Who had taught him the light biting thing? That was amazing. She was ready to cream herself right then. He was so good that she didn't feel alarmed or worried when he zipped down her skirt and pulled it along with her panties from her. Then he went between her legs and she nearly exploded the moment his lips touched her down there.
Oh, he was good. He was better than Susan. He was better than Carol. He was better than ... better than ... That was his finger. His finger was in her. That had to be his finger because his dick was WAY bigger than that. He was finger fucking her. Oh, and he wasn't going too fast or too slow. He had a nice steady pace while his tongue lapped at her clitoris.
This was so good. It was safe. Even though he was a man, it was safe. Just this was ok. She forgot about the fact that Mona was in her closet. She forgot about the fact that Lisa was probably just outside eagerly wanting to know what would happen. She just let the whole world fall away and there was only Charles and her. She loved him. She knew in that moment that she loved him. And somehow he'd known to fuck that way instead of that other way that would frighten her. He just knew her so well.
"Oh!" she cried out. She felt her body levitate up from the bed and then the cosmic energy of the universe focused on her and then there was the thunder and lightning of a nebula and finally the explosion of a super nova and her entire body was radiating light.
And yet, it was so gentle. Her orgasm was just so gentle that she floated back to the bed and rested like the smoldering remains of a galactic star. Every inch of skin tingled and if she wasn't drunk on him before, she was now.
Now she just wanted him to hug her. Just hold her and rest with her. She wanted him to come to her and wrap his arms around her and kiss her. Wouldn't that be great? Wouldn't that just be the best thing ever? If he would just surround her with warmth and love.
ZIIIIIP!
Her eyes popped open. She looked down her body at him standing at the foot of the bed with his shirt off and in the process of taking his pants off. And then, there it was. The penis. The big, huge, brutal penis. She wanted to clam up at the sight of it. She pulled her legs to herself and she scooted back on the bed away from it.
He started to get on the bed but she put her hand out.
"Wait."
He froze as he looked at her.
"Don't you want to talk first?" she suggested.
"Talk? Um ... ok. About what?"
"About us?"
"Ok."
"Ok." she repeated. "So, you first."
"Me?" He laughed. "Well, let me just ask you, are you ok with everything we've done so far?"
"Yes. Very ok. Very, very ok. And I'm happy. Of course. So happy." She wanted all of that to be true. "I do like you. I do. And I want to be with you. I do. Now that I really think about it, I really do want that. It's weird."
"Not so weird."
"There are things we have to tell each other."
"Yeah, I guess there are."
"There are? Good. Very good. I'll listen."
"Well, not right now."
"When?"
"I don't know. Where is this going? Me and you?"
"Um, I'm going to be your girlfriend."
"My girlfriend? Really?"
"Yeah, really. What's wrong with that?"
"It's illegal."
"Oh!" She slapped her palm to her head. "You think this is illegal."
"Yes, because it is."
"No, it's not. Not in this state."
"It's not?"
"No. Not at all."
"Oh." Then he was quiet for a bit. "So they don't have laws about this sort of thing here?"
"They do, but not about cousins. Cousins are ok."
"Oh. But not ... um ..."
"Not parents and not siblings."
"Right. Got it." He looked down and then sat on the end of the bed and turned away from her.
"Hey, don't shut me out. Is there something you want to tell me?" she said as she came closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"No. It's ok."
"I'll listen. I won't judge. I promise. It doesn't matter what it is."
"It's just that, I ... I don't think anyone is going to accept this. If we date as a real couple, regular people aren't going to accept this if they know we're cousins."
"That's what you're worried about? Ok. We can do what you said. We can keep it a secret."
"I think we'll have to."
"Or we can just not tell people we're cousins."
"That could work too, I guess."
Why wouldn't he just tell her? Just spit it out. She was getting way too emotionally invested in this. Now she was dating him? How was she going to explain that away later?
"Ok, so I'm your girlfriend now. Ok. So we have to always be honest with each other and we can't keep secrets from each other."
"Um, ok."
"So is there anything you want to tell me?"
"In the middle of sex? No. Maybe later."
Sex? Oh, right, cause he hasn't gotten off yet. She looked down at his boner. Big big boner. Oh wow. There was no way that thing was going in her. No. What to do? Could she give him a hand job? Would that be good enough?
"Ok. I got it. Let's do something fun."
"Sex is fun."
"No, I mean ..." She looked around and then got an idea. "I want to blindfold you."
"Why?"
"Just do it. It'll be fun."
"I don't see the ..."
"Just go with it. Please. A favor for your girlfriend."
Sigh. "Ok." he said. She went to her dresser and looked for something appropriate. She grabbed some leggings and then wrapped them around his head.
"Can you see me?" she asked.
"No." he answered.
"Good. Now just lay back and relax."
She watched him as he got comfortable on the bed and laid still waiting for her. She looked at his dick and wondered what she could do. Yeah, she wasn't going to touch that thing. She went to her closet and as quietly as she could, she opened the door.
Mona was in there looking like she really wanted to stretch her legs but she was also upset that she was being exposed.
'What are you doing?' Mona signed like a gorilla.
Regina pointed at Charles, specifically his cock.
Mona was not happy and she tried to silently protest and ask what was happening.
Regina did the cock sucking gesture with her hand acting like it was on a cock and her tongue pushing the inside of her cheek.
Mona was scandalized. Her jaw dropped and she tried to gesture that she couldn't do that.
Regina wasn't hearing it, literally or figuratively. She grabbed Mona's ear and forced her to the bed. Then she put her finger in Mona's face and then directed that finger to Charles' cock.
Mona still tried to silently protest but Regina pointed out that Charles was blind and he would think that Regina was doing it.
Mona tried to ask why but of course that would require way more explanation than they could do with there current form of communication. Mona made a face that said 'I can't believe I'm going to do this' and then she leaned enough over the side of the bed to take the tip of her brother's cock ... HER BROTHER'S COCK ... Ew ... cooties ... into her mouth.
"Oh, ok." Charles said. "Now I get it."
Mona lifted her head up and looked at Regina with one of her 'I'm going to kill you' faces.
"Do you like it?" Regina asked.
"You know I do." he said.
"It's so big. You have to let me get used to it. Ok. Don't rush me."
"I won't. Take your time."
Regina pushed Mona's head back to the cock and when Mona resisted, the two of them almost fell onto Charles. Then Mona went back to the cock and started to suck it.
It was weird but that initial repulsion to his dick wore off after only a minute or two. With everything silent and the room dark, and the fact that his face was mostly obscured by the leggings, she was able to adjust and just suck the cock. It tasted just like a normal cock. Not that she had tons of experience with that but she'd sucked a cock before. Unlike Lisa who was always talking about bringing a guy home but never did it, Mona had in fact been able to bring two guys home in the three years she'd lived in the city. And one of those guys had been her boyfriend for six months. Well, five really but she was going to count it as six because he flirted with her for a month before she finally let him take her out. It was too bad that in the end he turned out to be a jerk. It was a good thing she left him. She could never forgive him for trying to break up with her. Who did he think he was?
"A little more at the base." her brother said.
Oh, he wants more at the base. She had a good mind to let her teeth graze him. He was a fucking pig. He was fucking Lisa and now he was going to date Regina too. She almost didn't care that Lisa was the one forcing him into incest. The bastard should have spilled his guts about it all way before it got to the point where Mona was here sucking his dick.
And why was it that Regina couldn't be doing this exactly?
Then, just as she was thinking that last thing, a very strange sensation came to her that made her aware of how she had her legs placed. While Mona had her brother's dick in her mouth and she was stroking the shaft, Mona felt Regina get her hand under the waistband of her sweatpants shorts and help herself to reach right under her panties to Mona's pussy.
Mona froze in place. Oh shit. Oh no. What to do? She couldn't have Charles know that she sucked his dick. She couldn't have anyone know that she sucked his dick. But she couldn't let Regina just do what she was doing. What the hell did she think she was doing anyway?
The answer came shortly. Regina pulled down everything covering Mona's cunt and then she forced Mona's legs farther apart. Mona just tried to keep sucking and not give anything away since she was at a loss of what to do. It was already difficult but then became more so when Regina was clearly licking Mona's pussy.
Ok, so on the one hand, that felt good. Mona was sexually aroused not only by what she'd heard happening earlier but also by the fact that she had a dick in her mouth and her pussy was getting ready for sex. Then there was the fact that Regina seemed to be quite skilled with her tongue. Why was that exactly? She wanted to be grossed out by her brother's cock in her mouth but she wasn't as grossed out as she thought she would be. She wanted to be grossed out by another woman licking her pussy but it just felt so good that she wasn't nearly as grossed out as she thought she should be.
"What's going on?" Charles asked.
No one answered him. Instead Regina grabbed at Mona, pulled her away from Charles' cock and pushed her to the bed next to him. Mona didn't know what was going on and she still feared discovery so she reached for his cock and tried to keep stroking it at least. Regina buried her face into Mona's pussy and started to lick and finger her cousin, releasing all her pent up sexual energy while she was at it.
Charles sat up. "Ok, what the hell is going on?" he asked while still blindfolded.
Regina couldn't answer because she had a mouth full of pussy and Mona couldn't answer because Regina had a mouth full of pussy and it was sending Mona's eyes to the back of her head.
Charles pulled the blindfold from his eyes and saw Regina licking Lisa's ... no, wait, that was MONA!
"Oh shit."
Regina came up to finally address him. "She's ready for you, honey."
"What?"
Regina grabbed his hand and pulled him to her. "She's ready for you. Fuck her."
"What!"
"Come on. Do it."
Charles looked at Regina and then looked at Mona spread out on the bed. He swallowed. It did not take long to make up his mind. If he did this then there would be no way they could jump on him for what he and Lisa had. None. If he did this, then even if they found out about him and Lisa later, they'd have to just accept it. Ok. He'd do it. He'd do it for his narwhal. He still couldn't believe Lisa had misunderstood him that bad.
Regina pushed him and encouraged him. He looked down at Mona but she was hiding her face from him.
In he went. A little at a time. There you go. Good pussy. And it was even better with a naked Regina right there to kiss on him and feel on him. Once he got up to speed and he started fucking Mona to a good rhythm Regina left his side and she went to Mona. Regina forced Mona's hands away and then Regina kissed her. It wasn't a little peck either. Regina went all in. In no time at all, Regina also got Mona's shirt off and then Charles was treated to the sight of Regina sucking on Mona's large breasts. That looked good. He leaned over and took the other nipple. He didn't know what the hell was going on but this was nice. He'd wanted to do this going all the way back to when she'd forced him to lay in bed with her.
How was he ever going to explain this to Lisa? He'd have to think of a way later because now that he was in this moment, he wasn't going to stop.
Regina pushed him out of the way and she got all the way on top of Mona. She was making out with Mona while each of her legs was on one side of Charles' sister. Her ass was facing him and he grabbed her hips even though she wasn't the one he was fucking. Well, why not?
Regina was having the dream. She was kissing a girl and that girl was getting fucked and if Regina pretended really hard, she could feel like she was the one fucking Mona. Oh, and Charles was back there. She could feel his abdomen touching her but he wasn't penetrating her so it was ok. It was so sexy. She couldn't wait for either Charles or Mona to go down on her. She could do with another really good orgasm after all this. It was so hot. It was so sexy. Mona was so smooth. Mona was so ...
Suddenly Regina's body stiffened up and she froze in place. No. No he did not. No. Ouch. A good ouch but still OUCH.
That was his dick. That was his dick not being in his sister. That was his dick touching her pussy and not just the outside either. That was his dick going into her. The first dick to ever go into her. She'd had fingers many times but never a ... OUCH.
"Slowly." she panted out.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Charles asked with concern.
"No." she lied. She pressed her body all the way down to Mona and she wrapped her arms around Mona and squeezed tight as she waited to see what he'd do.
To her relief, he pulled out of her and seemed like he was going back to fucking Mona. Once he did, Regina put her hand down to her pussy and then she got off of Mona.
"I did hurt you." he said.
"No. I'm fine."
Charles wasn't buying it. He stopped fucking his sister, who at this point had put a pillow over her face. He went to Regina and put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry."
"It's ok."
"No, I'm really sorry. I did not mean to hurt you."
"I know. It's my fault."
"No, it's not."
"I have something to tell you." she said. "I'm a ... virgin. Or I was until ... just now. A penis virgin."
"A penis virgin?"
"Yeah. I've never been with a guy."
When Regina said that, Mona popped her head out from behind the pillow. "How can that be? You went to college."
"I did. And in college I dated ..." Regina shifted herself and kept her face away from them. "I'm Regina. I'm disgusting. I have sex with other women."
"Oh, so you're a ..." Mona started to say.
"No, don't call me that." Regina interrupted.
"Lesbian." Charles said.
Regina threw her face to the bed.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of." Mona told her as she came over to comfort her.
"I can try." Regina said as she lifted herself up to look at Charles. "I'm not a lesbian. I'm not."
"Ok. You can be what you want to be."
"I mean, I do like women. I admit that. But I'm not a lesbian."
Charles was confused. Didn't liking women fit the dictionary definition of being a lesbian?
"Don't look at me like that." Regina said.
"Sorry. Like what? I don't understand."
She wrapped her arms around him and put her head on his shoulder. "I'm not crazy." she said. "I want to try."
"Try what?" Mona asked.
"I want to try. I was just surprised before. I want to try." Then Regina laid back and slowly opened herself up, inviting Charles in.
Charles looked at Mona with a shrug. Then he looked back at Regina. "Are you sure?"
"No."
"You need to be sure."
"Just do it."
"Gina, if you like women you shouldn't do this." Mona said.
"Stop it. Both of you stop it. I know what I need. I know what I want to do. Ok. I'm not a lesbian. So Charlie, I need you to go ahead and put that ... thing in me. And Mona, you put your tongue down there so there's enough lube."
"Excuse me." Mona said.
"Listen bitch, I'm not a lesbian and I'm going to prove it so put your damn tongue on my clit."
Mona decided that she didn't want to fight about this so she resigned herself to do it. Of course in order for her mouth to be there along with Charles' dick, she had to turn her body to put her own pussy near Regina's head and Regina took that opportunity to put her head under Mona and then pulled Mona's pussy down to her mouth.
Mona did a couple of licks on Regina's pussy and then she extended the tip of her tongue to the shaft of Charles' dick as he slowly inched into her.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yes, just keep going."
Eventually, Regina's pussy loosened up enough for Charles to actually fuck her and once Mona felt that her tongue wasn't needed anymore she sat up and then looked at her brother. Boy, was she going to lay into him later. But it wasn't the time for that. She went to kiss him on the cheek and he turned his head to catch her on the lips.
"I know you're having sex with Lisa." she said.
He put on a surprised face but she didn't let that go for long.
"Don't deny it. We saw you two. We HEARD you two."
"Uh ... ok. Yeah. But ..." He was confused at her attitude considering the circumstances. He pointed at her with her pussy on Regina's hungry mouth.
"We'll talk about it later." his sister said.
He shrugged and just kept fucking Regina.
Of course a virgin pussy can only take so much the first time with a real dick so Regina had to rest and as she did so, Charles laid down and Mona decided that they were already there in the moment and Regina had already gotten her close to climax so she didn't want to just stop all of the sudden. She got on top of her brother with the rationalization that he'd already fucked her a little already. What would it hurt if she just rode on that nice big dick of his until she hit orgasm? She let her ass bounce up and down on his dick and it felt so good, she didn't even notice when Regina got up and off the bed.
...
Regina was going to head to the bathroom and examine herself but suddenly she had an intuition. Where was Lisa? Across the hall waiting? No. If she were Lisa she wouldn't be across the hall. She'd be here. She went to Charles' room and she found Lisa laying on his bed crying. Regina went over to her but Lisa pulled away and then looked up at her cousin with anger.
"I'm sorry." Regina said.
Lisa was just about to say something but then she stopped. "Who's having sex next door if it's not you?"
"Mona."
"MONA! I'll kill her."
Regina could not help but to smile.
"It's not funny."
"I'm sorry. I know it's not."
"What the hell kind of sick game are you playing anyway?"
"A game were we all are open and honest with each other about our feelings and we all accept one another without judgment. Sick enough for you."
"Just so you know, even if I let him play with you two now, you don't get to keep him."
"Come on. We should all have a talk."
"I'm not going in there while he's having sex with her."
"Ok. But I'm going. Any message you want me to bring."
"No. Well ..."
Then Lisa jumped up from the bed and marched herself over to the other bedroom. When she stepped through the door, she turned the light on and found Mona's ass going up and down on that wonderful cock.
Mona looked back to see what was going on and saw Lisa.
"Lisa!" Charles said.
"Get off." Lisa said.
"Why should I?" Mona responded.
"That's my boyfriend."
"He's Regina's boyfriend. I heard it myself."
"I said get off." Lisa said as she came over to Mona's butt and tried to push her off.
"No, he's mine right now."
"Nobody fight. Please." Charles said. His appeal went unheeded.
"He's my boyfriend." Lisa yelled.
"Your brother can't be your boyfriend." Mona screamed.
The twins started to argue and push each other and Charles knew from experience not to get between them. He just sat up on the bed and watched wondering how this was going to turn out. Regina came and sat next to him and put her head on his shoulder and they watched together.
He looked over at her and admired her beautiful naked body.
"So I take it we can at least play nintendo in the nude from now on."
She thought for a moment. "Sure. Why not? How long are they going to be at this?"
"Arguing? Those two? We should make popcorn."
"Hey, I'll make you a deal."
"What?"
"You can have one and I'll take the other."
"Which one you want?"
"Mona. Duh."
"Why her?"
"Cause I know you're in love with Lisa."
"You do?"
"I took one look at her and realized we were going about this all wrong."
"Yeah, what the hell was going on anyway?"
Regina grabbed her phone from nearby and showed him one of the articles she'd been reading to try and understand or manage the problem.
"So you read a paper on the sexual abuse of minor children and you thought it applied to an adult like me because ... why?'"
"You're right. I'm sorry. Oh, look, hugging." she said as a way to change the topic.
"Yeah, that's phase two. Then there's phase three, crying. And finally phase four, Mona cooking."
"We already ate."
"Oh, you can't hold back phase four."
"Are they hugging or wrestling?" Regina asked as she continued to watch the twins.
"Hey, are we back to normal?" Charles asked her.
She looked over at him and then put her arm on his shoulders. "Yeah, back to normal. Sorry we tried to trick you. But can I ask you? How did it start anyway?"
"Well, my boss, the old one, not that she was old, she's not. She's only about maybe 30. Anyway, she was sexually harassing me."
"What? Really?"
"Yeah, and I didn't tell you about it because she was emaciating me so I didn't want anyone to know."
"Awe, but you could have told me."
"I know but at the time it just didn't work out that way. Lisa helped me with it and she didn't know this but I'd had the hots for them for a long while now."
"Really? What's that like?"
"It's so weird. It's like, their bodies are telling me yes, yes, yes, but then another part of me knows they're my sisters and it says no, no, no."
"I was totally having that same kind of feeling about you earlier."
"Really? You weren't just acting?"
"No. No way." she said and then she kissed him on the cheek.
"So anyway, me and Lisa did a fake kiss as part of her plan to get my boss to lay off and ... well, I can't speak for her but that just did a number on my head. Plus there was the no sleep and all the extra work and then when I came home after the promotion we just ... well, I was primed to give in to whatever."
"Oh, and that's when she left her bag over here."
"Yeah. Oh, look. Are they crying. Record time."
"Well, anyway, I know your secret and you know mine."
"Oh, I promise, I won't call you that word, ever."
"I dated fourteen different women in college and I still haven't told my parents."
"Yeah but dating is one thing. How many did you ever, you know, get intimate with?"
"Uh ..." She did some counting in her head. "About twenty seven."
"What?"
"Uh, yeah."
"But you were never with a guy?"
"Only you."
"I'm honored."
"Don't say that."
"I don't see why you're so hung up on it."
"Maybe the same reason you didn't like what your boss was doing to you."
"I don't see the connection."
"Look, I like having sex with women but that doesn't mean that I'm part of that group."
"What group?"
"The lesbian, hate all men and force them to bow down to my vagina group. I'm not like that. I love men. I mean, not like that but I respect men the way I want them to respect me. Isn't that the golden rule?"
"Well, I respect you."
"I hope so. You're my best friend."
"And you're mine."
"Awe. Thank you."
"And on behalf of all respectful men out there, thank you. We all respect you."
"Awe. I wish I was straight. I would just marry you in a heartbeat."
"Actually, I'm part of a group of guys and we've all promised never to get married."
"Really? But you'd be the perfect husband."
"Which is exactly why I can never get married."
"Ok, now that, I don't understand."
"We're just going to have to stay roommates who each bring girls over." he suggested.
"Or maybe we can get married and then just have a girlfriend that we share." she offered.
"Oh. I like that."
She smiled. "Something to think about. I know I will."
"But will we ever be able to do it?"
She tilted her head from side to side. "No."
"But you know we'd have to do it at least once for the marriage not to be annulled later."
"Oh. Well ... just once could be ok. Just to prove I love you."
Just then, Mona started getting dressed and Lisa sat down on the bed for a moment before laying down and then balling up into the fetal position.
"I'm going to make pancakes. Anyone want pancakes?" Mona said as she was at the door. Before anyone really had the chance to respond she just announced that she was making some for everyone and then walked out.
Regina and Charles both looked at each other and each said "Phase four." at the same time.
Lisa crawled on the bed over to her brother and then she snuggled up to the other side from Regina.
"You ok?" he asked.
"They've known about us from the beginning."
"I think everyone is going to be ok with it now. Right?" he asked as he turned to Regina.
"Yes. Right."
Lisa wiped her eyes and then she put her hand on Charles' knee and got him to extend his leg. She did the same to his other knee and then she got hold of his half erect dick. She started to stroke him.
"You're really ok with me doing this?" Lisa asked Regina.
"Who am I to judge?"
Lisa propped herself up and then she put her mouth on his dick and started to suck him. Then she lifted up her head. "And this?" she asked.
"You two are adults and no one is forcing anyone." Regina said.
Lisa got her panties off and then hiked her skirt up and climbed on top of Charles' growing erection.
"And this?"
Regina was about to respond when Mona came back to the door. "Do you guys have any ... Lisa. We just talked about that."
Lisa grabbed Charles and held on as Mona came back over to the bed.
"You can't stop us." Lisa said.
"He's your brother."
"He's your brother, too."
"False start. Back to phase one." Charles said to a stunned Regina.
"They shouldn't be allowed to go back a phase." Regina said.
"Fine, if you get to fuck him then I'm fucking him to. Everyday. All day, everyday." Mona was yelling at Lisa.
"Oh, I'm having flashbacks." Charles said as Mona started to strip out of her clothes.
Mona pulled the dick out of Lisa and then started to suck on it. Lisa flipped herself around and started to get in to suck it as well.
"Please be careful you guys." Charles said.
"He's mine." Lisa said.
"You're just going to have to share." Mona said.
"Stop." Regina screamed. Then she grabbed each twin by the ear and yanked them to their feet. "Stop this, both of you."
"What are you going to do? Huh? Lesbian."
"You take that back."
"You are, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah. You know what I'm going to do. This. You are going to eat her pussy. And you are going to eat her pussy. And Charlie isn't going to fuck either one of you until both of you cum."
"Says who?" Lisa objected.
"Says me." Charles said as he came to stand next to Regina. "Now I have to put my foot down. You two were yanking me all over the place and it did not feel good. So I agree. Do as Gina says or no more of this."
The two twins looked at each other and then each slowly slid away.
"Come on." Regina said. Then she started to grab them and pose them on the bed so they would be in the best position to start to do it. They hesitated. "You don't need me to go down there and show you both how to do it, do you?"
"No, no." Lisa said.
"We got it." Mona agreed.
The twins each started to lick each other. It was slow going at first but then they picked up speed. Naked Charles and naked Regina gave each other a high five and then they stood arm in arm and watched.
"Who do you think will cum first?" she asked.
"I don't know but I'm putting this down as phase five. Best way to end an argument."
As his sisters got more and more into the mood of actually fucking each other, Charles lost track of which was which and honestly couldn't tell them apart. There was only so long he was going to watch this kind of display or Regina fingering herself without need to jump in so he grabbed one of the twins, and he didn't know which one, and started fucking her.
Regina grabbed the other and brought the girl between her legs and had her lick pussy. They were going like that just fine for a bit and then swapped seemingly for the hell of it.
Lisa had an orgasm from Regina going down on her.
Mona had an orgasm from Charles fucking her from behind.
Even Regina had an orgasm when she had one girl on one side of her sucking her breast and another girl on the other side making out with her and Charles' dick, or at least the tip of it, inside of her.
And Charles, when he was finally ready to cum, it had been when Lisa was riding him. She quickly got off and then all three of the girls were around his cock as he blasted cum into the air and it came back down. They each slurped some up and then kissed each other to pass his semen back and forth between them.
...
The next morning, the four of them found that they had all gone to sleep in Regina's bed and it was later than usual so they all had to rush to get to work. There was no time for arguing or discussing or anything. Run, hurry, move, go.
Mona discovered that they'd left their door unlocked the night before and low and behold, "Someone stole our tv." Lisa looked over where the tv should be and then just laughed.
"I hope they can get it to work."
Mona laughed as well and then they were in good spirits as they each got ready and left for work. They didn't even think to search the house for what else the thief might have stolen since there was literally nothing else of value in the house save for the furniture which was all still there. They would learn later that several pair of underwear were missing as well as the travel scrabble game with the letters for 'incest' glued to the board.
...
Charles was a bit sluggish at work after all his nightly activities. His boss jumped on him within ten minutes of him coming in and telling him not to go celebrating big deals so soon and to save it for the weekend. After all, that's what the weekend was for.
He was doing his job, or what he thought was his job since he still didn't know what his routine was supposed to be or if he'd even really have one. He was operating off of, see something, do it.
At about mid day, this very strange thing started to happen where the same company was calling over and over again. Not the same people at the company, but different people at the same company all wanting to know the same thing. Charles had half a mind to make a memo and go run it over there.
He was on one of those calls and listening politely when his former boss came into his office. Miss Evans put a document on his desk and then waited for him to get off the call. Charles hung up the phone and then let his head fall to the desk he was so tired.
"How's your mother?" she asked.
Charles lifted up his head and tried to smile. "Better. She's well enough to yell at me again."
Miss Evans seemed to like that. "Good to hear it. And Regina?"
"Oh, she's gay."
"Gay!"
"But don't call her that. She hates that."
"Aren't you two supposed to be getting married?"
"Yeah, we're still talking about it."
The phone rang and the receptionist told him who was on the other line. Again! Charles dreaded picking it up. He looked up at Miss Evans. "I don't supposed you could please go get me some coffee, could you?"
"Right away, sir." she said with a smile as he answered the phone and did the same thing again.
Miss Evans brought the coffee and she not only somehow knew how he liked it but had prepared it that way too. He sipped as he listened and then did his magic to make the other person understand and also have positive feelings about doing business with them. Hang up. He looked up and there was Miss Evans smiling back at him.
"This is good. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Oh, and I brought the numbers from yesterday. Normally I don't run them up so quickly but I thought you'd want to take a look at them."
He looked down at the form. It was all Greek to him. "Is there anything specific I need to watch out for?"
She stood up and leaned over his desk with her cleavage showing. She pointed. "Here. That's you."
"Me? What am I looking at?"
"Follow the line. Here."
"Oh. Yeah. Ok."
"You made a hundred and fifty thousand dollars yesterday." she clarified.
His eyes sprang up. "I did?"
She nodded. "So your mother won't have anything to worry about."
He nodded. "Thank you."
"Now, just so you know, you won't actually get that in cash on a paycheck. If we paid you that way, you'd only get to keep the last four thousand dollars. You can thank Madame President and her 98% tax rate on men for that."
"So I won't get paid."
"You will but nobody up here draws a taxable salary. We funnel your money through a series of complex commodities. When I have time I'll walk you through it later."
"Thank you."
"And Regina, well, if she doesn't get her act together and marry you, I'd say you're about to be one very eligible bachelor."
"Ah, Regina. I do love her."
"If things don't work out, I can call Janice."
"No. Ok. Hear me on this. No. I'm putting my foot down."
"What's wrong with Janice?"
"She called the cops on me. Ok, there should be like a rule that everyone has to follow at all times. Any time the police have to get involved, those two people can never date again. Ever. They should put it in the constitution."
"Janice says she didn't call the police. Someone else did."
"I don't care. After having a cop pat me down and threaten to have me raped in prison, I'm officially scared of Janice. I'm as scared of her as my fiancée is of penis. Look I know she's your friend but No. It will never happen."
"Well, what are you going to do about Regina?"
"I don't know."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Talk. Talk. Talk. That's all me and Regina ever get to do. Oh, but now she's decided that since I have permission to sleep with other women it means she does as well and it turns out she really, really likes sex. Not that I'd ever know that based on how often she had sex with me but now there are women, sometimes multiple women coming and going from my apartment. And are any of them interested in me? No. So, gee, thanks for that."
"It sounds like maybe you're in the right kind of mindset to take a nice pretty girl like me out for a drink."
"And who are you trying to set me up with now?"
"Me, silly. If you get lonely with all that sex happening around you, give me a call."
Step one of his plan to reestablish himself as single at the company was done.
He watched as she left and then his phone rang again and he had to deal with an emotionally temperamental designer who didn't understand that the technology the product relied on would not fit inside the case he envisioned.
...
When Charles got home at first there didn't seem to be anyone home. That was weird because Lisa got off work way before anyone else and even Regina should be home at this hour. He called out for Regina in his apartment and then heard her voice from her bedroom. He went over and found Lisa and Regina naked in bed together.
"Oh. Starting without me?"
"I made a deal with her." Lisa said as Regina got off the bed and knelt down in front of Charles.
"She taught me how to lick pussy so I'm teaching her how to suck dick." Lisa informed. Then she tied a blindfold around Regina's eyes and Regina got Charles' dick out and opened her mouth. Lisa was on her knees as well, right there next to Regina, encouraging her and giving her direction as Regina took the cock into her mouth and did what little she could.
They were all still going at it when Mona got home and then Mona took it over to 'really' teach how to suck dick. They sucked on Charles until he covered their faces in white jizz and then it was time for Mona to make dinner.
Over dinner there was a long conversation about everything and it went around and around a few times. Everything seemingly came out into the open. Well, everything except for more clear specifics on mgtow. After the narwhal misunderstanding and Lisa starting to buy stuffed plush toys of the creatures, he was not going to utter anymore mgtow terminology.
Mona insisted that even if sex was happening, words like 'girlfriend', 'dating', and 'fiancée" needed to be left out of their vocabulary or it would be very hard to keep the secret. Everyone agreed but then as soon as Mona looked away, Lisa did a thing where she gestured and mouthed the words that she was his girlfriend. Regina saw that and as a joke did the same thing. They didn't stop until Mona turned to face them again.
When it was time for bed, Mona told everyone to just go to their own rooms and not start anything up. Yeah, that lasted for all of about three minutes. Then it was Mona who was the first one to sneak over to Charles' room and try to have sex with him. Lisa caught her in mid strip and in order to keep them from arguing, Charles started to fuck both of them, with Regina coming over as soon as she heard the ruckus. | literotica |
Title: Part II: Taisha by Zakanfien
Tags: Ejaculation, Feline, Handjob, Missionary, Other/Herm, Pool, Tiger, Vaginal, Zoophilia
Disclaimer:
This story involves sexual activity between a female human and a male big cat. This is a pure work of fiction. The events I describe here didn't happen. No resemblance between the characters involved and any person, living or dead, is intended, even if some parts of the story may look very much that way. This story may be distributed freely but may not be sold, or changed, or used in any commercial way.
Finally, if you try to do this for real, get turned into fresh tasty kitty food and eaten for breakfast or get yourself complete addicted to big cats, don't blame me! I deny any responsibility for the actions your take after reading my erotic fiction :-)
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### Taisha *{means secret in russian}* ###
One of my more clingy and affectionate kitties named Taisha, a large siberian tiger, is allowed to sleep in my fathers caravan. I inherited the trailer after my fathers sudden death. My father liked comfort very much. The caravan itself is separated into two part, the rather small front living and driving part and the rear "relaxing" part. Inside the relaxing part a big whirlpool is build into the floor and a huge divan, which rests on a water bet mattress and is clustered all over with large soft cushions, is placed on one of the side walls. The roof is made of perspex to allow a view into the sky while you are resting on the divan. My father loved to take a relaxing bubble bath in the rather large whirlpool and afterwards lay down on the divan and sleep his daily hard works pains away.
Back to Taisha. He had been very ill as a cub for some time so one day I took him with me into my fathers caravan and made him rest there, away from the other cubs, to cure him from his illness. My father was so angry at me, I really feared he would kick me out of the circus family at last. After I had explained to him why I had brought little Taisha with me into his sacred relaxing place and that I feared for his life and after I had wept many tears in fear for my small Taisha he little by little changed his mind and finally allowed Taisha to stay inside his private retreat and get well there.
From that time onwards Taisha demanded (by loud growling in front of the caravan door and pushing against it) to be let in, even after his full recovery. And - would you believe it - I sometimes caught my father laying together with him on the large divan, both deep asleep, side by side.
After my fathers death I created a large fence around the both caravans and placed the two big cat living cages also inside that outer fence. The cages serve as separate retreats for the lion and the tigers. Each cage has several separated regions for the cats to rest, eat and so on. They are all free to enter and leave their cages and play together or with their toys inside the large fence. I did this to let them work out their build up aggression at the various toys or in playful harmless ways together.
Ok, once more back to Taisha. He has a very deep affinity for water (like all tigers I ever heard of have) and he loved to share a bath with me or my father in his whirlpool very much. Taisha had developed - after his illness as cub - into a very calm and social big cat for a tiger. I believe that he felt somehow in a debt of honor for my curing him from his illness. He likes to be rubbed and crawled all the time, especially behind his ears and he really loves to be scratched softly under his chin. If you believe tigers can't purr you are somehow right, but they can make low rumbling puffing noises and growls that sound very much like purrs but much much louder and stronger.
One day I took one of my very relaxing whirlpool baths together with Taisha. We both were totally enjoying it and I kept scratching him behind his ears. He had his head resting on my right shoulder and kept tickling me with his large moving whiskers in my ear. Silly cat. We both were placed on a build in step inside the whirlpool. Somehow it really got uncomfortable while time passed by in that very fixed sitting position with his weight on my shoulder. While stretching out my foot up to my toes I shifted my right knee a bit into his direction. I touched his right hind leg with my foot and stroke it up and down with my stretched toes to give him a nice body massage while I still enjoyed to scratch him behind his ears. He relaxed even more - if that's indeed possible - and I kept my stretched foot going up and down his right rear leg. He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. I blinked slowly at him and he did the same towards me. That's cat's talk for "I'm very comfortable, how are you doing?".
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bubbling warm water all around me. Suddenly I felt my stretched toes touch something. I really had no idea what I possibly could have touched until realization dawned at me. Now I had a very hard time to suppress a burst of laughter. My foot was stretched out to the max and it was located - in sheer accident - between his rear legs by now. With my closed eyes I hadn't been aware that I was scratching the inside of his legs and not the outside. It seemed that he had very much enjoyed my accidental toe fondling there because he clearly had become exited by the feel of it. At least that was the idea that had sprung into my mind and triggered my giggle. What else could I have possibly touched THERE?
I can't explain why the idea hit me that moment but I really was deadly curious about the look of his member. How did it look like? What was the shape of it? Why did I never had cared or shown interest for it before? Why did it feel so strange to the touch? Questions after questions began clustering my mind and I burst with curiosity.
I have to admit that I didn't had much sexual experience and interest by that time. I was nineteen and all my life had been the circus, the daily duties, the care for the four cubs. There hadn't been much time for love and affairs of any kind. I had explored my body on my own - please remember that I had no one except men in my family to talk to - but that's not the same.
The curious explorer that had been triggered loose inside me now definitely wanted to find out more and get some answers to the many questions in my head. I stretched my foot out a way more to reach further down between his hind legs. With uttermost care I started fondling around his tool with the top of my foot and it felt to the touch like a stretched middle finger that is lightly bent upwards. It had tiny rough parts all around it and was quite large, I guessed by the feel of it around 7 inches or so.
I hesitantly opened my eyes - somehow I feared his angry look fixed on me - but he still had his eyes tightly closed, resting his face comfortable on my right shoulder. I hoped so much for a glimpse of his member but unfortunately there was far to much foam swimming on the water and the whirlpool bubbles didn't made it any easier.
Darn it! Getting a clear view of his erect tool seemed to be very tricky. I could never reach down to it with one of my hands while he had his heavy feline head rested comfortably on my right shoulder. I bent my right leg back into a sitting position on the pools build in step and carefully took his head into both of my hands while I kept crawling his soft white fur under his chin with my fingertips. I looked around for the towel that I had laid out ready.
He seemed even more contend and I temporarily rested his chin on my opened left hand - and that was quite a show of strength for me - grabbing the nearby soft plush towel with my right. I laid the furled towel on the brim of the pool and slowly, with extreme caution, rested his chin there, still crawling him all over softly with my fingertips. He never even blinked but had that "...I love your crawling soooo much..." smile on his beautiful tiger face. I kept scratching his head around his neck up to his ears with my now freed from his weight left hand and shifted my body sideways to the left on the sitting step, bit by bit slowly away from his large feline body.
He really is an enormous cat. He every time had to wind himself into the pool to get into a more or less comfortable position. I kept stroking his head with my right hand and started a very careful exploration with my left. I softly stroke down his neck, between his shoulders, and down his spine. I patted his flank but he still showed no notion of any discomfort. I reached down to his belly and he began to shift forwards lightly. My heart was pounding up to my throat. That was very dangerous territory I wanted to explore but the curious explorer kept pushing me further. My curiosity for his member really drove me crazy. He made a move into a more comfortable sitting position, his front resting on the pools sitting step, his rear legs folded beneath him.
Now I really was anxious to touch his member. I worked both hands down his belly and carefully nearer to my goal. Suddenly he moved back up from his new sitting position, stepped onto the pools step completely, flipped there on his left flank and sent a lot of the water over the rim of the whirlpool. He had placed himself now very comfortable on the build in step of the pool I had been sitting on while he still rested his chin on top of the soft rolled towel pillow I had made for him, eyes again closed and a smile like expression on his feline face.
Now there was my long hoped for chance to explore. I reached with my right hand between his front paws and kept scratching him there to get him even more comfortable while I reached down with my left one and very tenderly touched his erect tool between his legs. It felt strange, much like his tongue in surface but very hard and stiff. I very carefully touched along his tool from tip to base and it seemed to embed a solid inner structure, like a finger bone, and got structural supported by it. It felt similar to a long middle finger with the difference that it was a lot narrower at the tip and much broader at the base.
He trembled along his spine, shifted again on the step and turned his head into my direction with a "WHAT are you doing?!?" look on his face. I blushed - I mean - I felt like I blushed - I mean - I really felt kind of stupid, hot, guilty and ashamed at the same time. I wished for the floor opening and swallowing me up in an instant. I got a completely hot feeling on my face, became very nervous and very uncomfortable and had a absolutely guilty mind. I slowly and very careful backed away from him to the most distanced corner of the pool but he slid his rear down from the step into the pool again, stood on his rear legs and followed me there.
"That has been a MAJOR mistake you dumb cow!" I told myself. He kept moving towards me, half floating on his broad chest, half walking on his strong rear legs. I really was puzzled what to do next. He was a 700pd siberian tiger and I had done something to him that he didn't like me to do. Now I really had a very SERIOUS problem.
He made a quick final float towards me and rested both front paws on each side of the pool's step I had scrambled blindly backwards onto in a sitting position. Suddenly he started licking my face with his large barbed tongue from my mouth up to my brow with long delightful strokes. I was scared to death at first - seeing him open his mouth and his enormous fangs coming closer to my face - and was relieved afterwards when he started licking my face so much, I nearly peed into the pool out of shock.
"THAT WAS SO FUCKING STUPID OF YOU!" I yelled at me with my heart pounding to my throat. At once I started crawling his neck and down his two front feet and up his throat again, all around his face, behind his ears and under his chin. He wasn't angry at all. He was puzzled somehow - as was I - but not at all angry. I calmed down slowly.
He kept moving forwards and shifted his weight onto his large front paws that now rested firmly on both sides of my sitting place on the step. I clearly got the impression that he was up into something. He kept licking my face all over and I got a quick accidental glance through a complete bubble-less space in the water. WOW! It seemed that he now really was exited. His member was fully extend from the sheath and looked very stiff and alive, pointing directly into my direction with it's narrow tip.
I finally realized what I had triggered in my curiousness. The hot water, the many tickling bubbles around us and my fondling with his member had arose him so much, he now was in need to relief that tenseness anyhow. His body demanded sex with me, somehow, but he was clearly unsure about the how. I wasn't of his kind and in a completely wrong position in front of him.
He wasn't alone with that feeling. I also was completely unsure how to react and what to do next. Running was no choice with him standing in front of me, pinning me somehow fix onto the pool's step. Running away in general is a very bad choice with big cats. Hitting him hard onto the nose to scare him away was an option to be considered but he was so passionately cleaning my face that I would have never been able to deliver that blow. That would have broken my heart.
"YOU started it, now you have to go through it!" I told myself and reached down with both hands between his front legs, down his furry belly to his erect member. I engulfed it very careful with both hands, having it slide easily between the index and the ring finger of my both hands. It felt so narrow on the tip but on the base it got very broad, even so I had no way to reach down that far yet. He at once shifted his weight back onto his rear legs, placed his both front legs up onto the pools rim in one swift move and began thrusting his hind legs forward into my awaiting hands. I couldn't see much, my sight was blocked through his large furry chest but I felt his tool moving inside my hands and he started to become very noisy. He kept growling and moved faster with every stroke he made into my awaiting hands.
"You're jacking off Taisha. You are jacking off a TIGER!!!" it dawned inside my mind but I could not think about it just yet. He increased his efforts. Big bashes of water kept swapping out of the pool and I swallowed a good deal of it. He thrust very hard towards my sitting position and into my waiting hands by now. I closed the gap between my fingers some more to hopefully increase the sensation on his members base without hurting him. With a sudden hard push forwards into my hands - while he scraped hard over both of my hand paws with his completely stiff and pulsating hot tool - he stopped all of his movement.
He growled a low grumbling growl that I could feel vibrating through the water and up my belly. I got aware of a warm smeary liquid that filled the gap between my hands in spurts and I felt it dissolve through my closed fingers into the warm bubbling water around us. He kept his stretched position for some time while his member twitched in rhythmic pulses inside my hands and he continued his low throatily growl. With another surprisingly swift move he pulled his member out from my engulfing hands, strained his rear muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member - in my shocked state it felt like watching every move of him in slow motion - while he jumped over my head. It looked very stiff, alive, erect and fleshly. He strolled to one of the carpets I had laid out around the pool and collapsed there, starting at once to clean himself (and his most private parts).
I sat somehow totally paralyzed by that short but overwhelming unbelievable experience on the step inside the pool. I really had just moments ago jacked off my lovely tiger kitty Taisha. I moved my securely closed hands above the water surface and opened them carefully. There still were some white smears of sticky fluid visible inside them. I blushed again - or at least I felt the burning heat of a blushing returning into my face. That had been a really thrilling new sexual experience for me (and him).
My somehow guilty mind called me a pervert slut but what had I really done? "Nothing wrong at all. The only thing you possibly could do in that tight situation. He demanded a solution and you gave that to him. Accept it as a friendly turn you did for your beloved Taisha. Nobody got injured so why having a guilty mind..." I finally convinced myself.
Now all my curiosity and kinkiness came back in an instant and I sniffed at the few remains of Taisha's fun inside the pool with me. It didn't smell like anything I had smelled so far. It had a very wild smell, like body odor but not so disgustingly strong, more like the faint musky note of a strong perfume. I dipped my index finger into it and gave it a small taste: Very salty and bitter...
Taisha had stopped cleaning himself and had quietly been sneaking over to me while I was puzzled by the moment and deep in thoughts. He gave the left half of my face another sudden cleaning with his large feline tongue and I took the chance and showed my two opened hands to him. He licked them completely clean of any remains and was absolutely into that clean up licking. That in turn was getting me hot and very horny.
"Taisha, I hope your first time with a female felt great?" I said to him and he licked my face some more. I reached down to my bath dress and opened the zipper in front. I had a real struggle stepping out of it inside the pool and Taisha gave me a very suspicious look. It must have looked very strange to him. I was literally slipping out of my own skin somehow directly in front of him.
I threw the bath dress with a quick move into one corner of the caravan and got myself into a very comfortable sitting position on the front rim of the whirl pool's step. My legs were spread wide apart and I slowly moved my right hands ring finger between them. I gave my clit a very good and slow stroking, all the time thinking about Taisha and trying to remember the shape and feeling of his tool between my hands. That thought was so extraordinary thrilling, it turned me on like nothing had ever done before.
I arched my head back over the pool's bulky rim and Taisha started to lick my face again from above. Oh yes, this was so arousing, pleasing myself in front of him, thinking of him all the time, getting licked by him on the face while I did this all.
It didn't took me long to build up a very high tension inside my body. I became hot, very very hot. The warm water, my lovely Taisha licking me, the things I had done with him just moments ago still clear in my visual memory. I started whimpering softly while I got closer to the point of no return by each soft stroke with my fingertip.
With every moment that passed I got more and more unaware of the whole place around me. My own sexual tension totally engulfed my senses so I absolutely got caught by surprise when Taisha reentered the pool with one of his most elegant cat like jumps directly over my head and into the middle of the pool. Big waves of hot water poured over me and I nearly drowned. Now I really was mad with Taisha. He had stolen away my sexual relieve I so much longed for right now. I had been so close just a tiny moment before. My body still was on fire but all that erotic pictures in my head had been washed away. Darned cat.
Taisha turned around inside the pool and floated again over to me. He shifted his weight onto his front legs, settling them both firmly on either side of my sitting position and started softly cleaning my face. "Yes, you should feel very guilty now. You really spoiled my pleasure, kitty. That's no excuse to lick my face..." I told him and wanted to get out of the pool. I somehow was very annoyed of him at that particular moment for stealing me what I had granted him without hesitation.
I had my elbows resting on the pool's rim, pushing me up to get out. Out of a sudden Taisha started to lick down my throat and over my sensitive tits. Oh yes! That felt great, his rough tongue stroke over my hard nipples and my still erect tits felt like burning with a fire from inside. "Oooooh Taisha..." I whimpered. All the sudden I had a longing for sexual relive again that was stronger than everything rational left in my already tortured mind. I reached down between my spread legs with my left hand while I still latched tight to the rim with my right. I gave my hard clit a very soft massage, just strong enough to build up there an equally strong tension to the feeling I got through Taisha's passionate licking of my breast with his wonderful rough feline tongue.
I was half way into a great orgasm. This couldn't possible get any better. A very strong tension in my body kept building up very fast. I arched my back to get my body higher afloat - without any thinking about it - and to induce Taisha into licking my breasts all around and not only over my burning erect nipples. He got the idea at once and gave my tits a fine cleaning, all around them but never missing the hot spot on top. If I had felt hot in lust before, I was blazing now. That was simply impossible. It felt like rushing into a certain and absolute destruction, but I wanted it, I needed it desperately. I wished my body hot and ablaze like molten lava. I wanted the tension to overwhelm me, to melt my mind away in that burning heat. I whimpered so hard, I had tears of joy in my eyes. Maybe it only was my sweat dropping down into them but nevertheless my vision blurred and I could only feel - but I did that with all my senses. This was such a great joy. I became aware of that musky strong scent again and it drove me even deeper into my horniness. Suddenly Taisha stopped licking my beasts and in one smooth move maneuvered his front paws up again onto the pool's rim.
"You stupid darned cat - damned - You! - YOU had your relieve already! - I WANT MINE - NOW - damn it! - oh please, please Taisha, please lick me further, please continue to lick my breasts, please, don't stop now, PLEASE !!!" my left over piece of consciousness yelled at him in an uncontrollable fury of disappointment.
He again started licking all over my forehead instead of my breasts while my head still rested bent back on the pool's bulky rim. All of a sudden I felt the tip of his stiff member scratching the back of my hand while I had my index finger deeply inside my pussy, massaging my clit as hard as I could endure to give me that last push that I longed so much for. At once I became fully aware of the situation, it felt like something hitting my head hard and bringing me back into reality in no time. The realization stoke me like lightning out of a blue sky: "He wants to mate with ME and maneuvered himself into a perfect position!"
"Let him, oh please, let him fuck me, don't loose a second hesitating, PLEASE, I'm so cloooose, so darn close. Let him do whatever he likes. Please! PLEASE!!! I want him inside me! NOW! I can't stand a second longer without sexual relief!" my subconsciousness yelled at me like a million voices at once.
"Fuck me Taisha, be a nice big kitty and fuck me deep, passionate and hard..." I whispered breathless, removed the finger from my wet glowing pussy and let his hard member take it's place there. Very carefully I guided him into me with my now free left hand while I floated some space above the pool's step. My back, bending my chest upwards in lust, had brought me there.
What than followed I can't describe in clear words. It was like the hardest torment someone could think of combined with the most unbelievable joy one could feel at the same time, completely and inseparable mixed together.
He at first worked his penis inside me with very slow and gentle strokes. His rear pumped into me beneath the water surface, supported by his muscular rear legs. Ripples on top of the water surface built up and slapped against my chin. I felt like I was walking along on the edge of an unconsciousness. He sped up with ease, hitting my blazing clit hard with every stoke of his upward curved member. Every deep thrust he made into me lifted us both up a bit and we afterwards slowly descended down, drifting in the bubbling warm water, his member sliding a short way out of me and rasping along my inner and outer pussy lips and softly stoking over my sensitive clit.
He redoubled his efforts, his tool kept moving in gentle strokes fully into and back a short way out of me, sending spasms of joy through my whole slit, belly and spine. I was over the point and the hardest orgasm I ever had reached in my whole teenager live hit me like a divine force. I floated in mid air - at least it felt so - between heaven and earth. I moaned very loud, my back bending hard, my feet twitching on each side in uncontrollable convulsions of joy below the water surface.
I couldn't think any more and clamped my arms and knees around him out of sheer reflex to the unbelievable joy. I wanted to hold him tight, to never let him stop his mating with me. His long soft belly fur brushed with each thrust that he did into me over my belly and my breasts. He finally stopped his movement and let out a loud rumbling growl I could feel resonating though my belly and up my spine and down into my still twitching legs. I felt his hot tiger seed spraying inside me, felt his penis pulsating with every spurt he made, felt him scratching over my clit with his large tool in that pulsing waves, felt all my vaginal muscles contract and relax uncontrollable around his large member.
That did it. My life was over. I felt like dying that very moment. A smaller second orgasm, triggered by his soft wet fur, his rumbling growl, my blazing hard clit and the sensation of his pulsating members inside me, hit me even harder than the first orgasm had. I was in heaven because that sensation couldn't possibly be for real. I couldn't hold back any longer and screamed a soft howl of relief and immeasurable joy. He made another short thrust into me and his tool spurt more of his sticky sperm into me. He finally roared with a piercing loud voice.
I - in a sudden shock by his loud roaring above me - let go of my clinch around his body and to slow in my somehow mindless stage became aware that I was floating directly beneath him, firmly settled onto his very large and stiff member. My letting go drifted me down some distance while I despairingly tried to reach ground with my stretched toes. I tried to get hold around him again but by doing so I completely unintentionally slit down along his still pulsating penis until I could feel his furry sheath entering my outer pussy lips and spreading them apart with a soft brushing sensation. He loved me for that complete unintentional move. His rumbling growl of pleasure on top of me tripled in intensity and another powerful hot spurt of semen shoot deeply into my womb.
I was completely spent. That was the most unbelievable thing I ever had experienced in my whole life. This fuck was so unearthly good. I tried to relax in that new position, having him buried inside me from tip to hilt and enjoyed the nice warm afterglow feeling that spread up and down through my whole body. I stood tiptoes now, searching hold on the ground of the whirlpool while I kept my upper body over water only by softly clasping his flanks again while I began to rub my both hands up and down his flanks and spine to show him my endless thankfulness. His tool continued to make soft twitching moves inside me and he seemed to like the feeling of my rubbing hands and my soft warm pussy all around his whole member very much. He made to my great pleasure no sign at all that he wanted to split our deep concretion too soon.
I suddenly remembered the jump out of the pool that he had made and hoped for good that he wouldn't try such a stunt with me attached to him in that deeply way. My concerns were to my fortune without any reason. He seemed to enjoy every single moment of our deep connection very much. It felt so indescribable nice, that deep feeling of a physical and spiritual bond between us that I had with him now. Our warm bodies clung so close together, I enjoyed his company more than I ever could have imagined. He now not only was a part of my family, he was my lover now and I had become his mate. Now we belonged together. I couldn't think of anything better that had ever happened in my whole life.
After some time I got aware that his hot sticky tiger cum leaked out of my pussy. The warm pool water entered me and I could feel it slowly mixing with his leaking out seed. His rumbling growl of relieve softened and finally ceased. We both stood still inside the pool, he stood with his dripping wet fur over me, I still clasped around his body directly below him and rubbed his spine up and down with my free hands in deep gratitude for him and everything he shared with me that moment.
He shifted backwards and his tool reluctantly gave way out of me. It hurt slightly, his sharp - through his excitement now fully extended - penis spines rasped against my inner pussy and all over my still blazing sensitive clit. He suddenly made one swift motion down and back and slit out of me completely in one fast move. I let go of him and my bum hit the step quite hard that I had been floating above a very short distance all the time. He again strained his rear leg muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member and marveled about his size and shape. I settled down onto the step and let my head fall backwards over the pools rim completely, the rolled towel where Taisha had rested his head before in my neck.
I was completely done and couldn't believe what just had happened. I looked blankly onto the caravan ceiling and watched the fluffy clouds floating by through the perspex roof. I noticed the noises that Taisha made while he was busy cleaning himself. That really had been the best time in my life that I could remember. It had been the best fun I ever had. No, fun wasn't the right word. It simply had been completely addictive. I had to do this again. Very soon. I had to get that wonderful feeling again...
Taisha came over to me after a quick cleanup of his private parts and positioned himself alongside the whirlpool's rim, his face directly over mine. I somehow managed my left hand stroking him softly behind his ears.
"Taisha, that simply was unbelievable. I love you so much my kitty. Thank you for everything you just allowed me to share with you!" I whispered. I believe he understood the meaning of my words. He blinked slowly at me in response and I closed my eyes.
I woke up again a hour later or so. Taisha had gone outside to play with his friends. I still sat inside the whirlpool, my neck aching a bit because of the unhealthy position with that rolled together towel in my neck. I slowly got my head upright and tried to get my spine in a correct position again.
"Wow, that was the most pervert and unbelievable erotic daydream I ever had!" I thought and shook my head in disbelieve.
I sat up and climbed out of the pool. Only when I stood outside it I noticed that I was completely naked. Where was my swimsuit I always wore inside the pool? It lay in on corner of the trailer, messily and clammy. This simply couldn't be true! I crouched down and reached between my spread legs. I felt slimy and a whitish fluid covered my index finger after I had pulled it out.
I still couldn't believe that all of that erotic dream had been REALITY in spite of the hard evidence that I carried inside me... | FSE |
Title: Meeting Miss Ma'am
Tags: anal, bdsm, mistress, pain, strapon, pegging, date, chastity, submission, face sitting
"Sure" you texted me.
It was a simple, unvarnished word, but in this instance, laden miraculously with the stuff of utter elation.
I had arranged a trip out to the mountains on a pretext with the hope of seeing you for the first time. It was a very adult thing, I reflected on the flight over. I mean, there were various arrangements to be made, accommodations to be booked, wardrobe to be packed, etc. It wasn't something done on a whim. It was queerly, automatically serious. And yet, the way it caused me to feel internally was entirely juvenile. To wit: I hit the gym, I was running 50 miles a week, I cut out drinking, ad absurdum. For so long none of it had mattered, but now I was desperate to impress you—whatever that meant.
The plan was that I'd go see friends in Denver and then take off for a couple of extra days in Vail—nominally for a ski trip. In truth, we had arranged to meet out there, have dinner and then... Then who knows, honestly. I had gone as far as my nerve would take me in even proposing the trip. But I had no idea what would happen. I just decided that whatever it was, I'd take a few days doing it. If it didn't go well, I'd have a couple days to put myself together before returning home. If it did... Well, hell. I had no idea.
The days spent in Denver were tenuous, excruciating even. It was late fall and I celebrated Thanksgiving with my friends, did a winter summit on the front range and tried hard not to think about what was coming next.
Driving through the passes on my way to Vail, I was thankful that I had splurged on a Range Rover for my rental. The roads were a nightmare and everyone was stopping to chain up. The whole way I fretted that you wouldn't be able to make it. I had proposed Vale because I thought it would be romantic, but now cursed the choice.
I got there in the mid afternoon and sent you another text to check that you were fine. You got back to me and said that yes, in fact, you were and actually had been there all day skiing with friends and would see me that night.
Friends? I had no idea what to expect. Had there been some miscommunication? Were they coming? Was she planning on rejoining them at some point? Were they other subs vying for her attention? Other dommes she wanted to share me with? My imagination was absolutely out of control. I took the lift to the hotel bar.
"Single malt. Neat." To Hell with it, I needed it. I let the scotch take its effect. Had another and sipped it serenely while I quietly wondered if I could get away with a cigar without reeking still by dinner. I decided against it.
Finally the time came and I headed to the restaurant. Of course I didn't know it, but it came highly recommended by friends and urbanspoon alike! I took one last glance at myself in the reflection of the car window before heading in. God I hoped I had got the dress right. I had gone classic with a high necked hunter green sweater with a quarter zip and shirt and loose tie underneath over cords and my favorite suede Varvatos shoes. In the lobby, I sighed in relief as the patrons were a good mix from tweed jackets all the way to just off the slopes.
I didn't get much more chance to catch my bearings, though, because at that moment I heard you call out "Saint?"
I turned and there you were... A broad, unforced smile—the sort that warms people instantly—your cheeks still rosy from the day's activity, and your hair flowed with a sort of wild ferocity and, was it, freedom?
"Hey!" I choked. It was the best I could manage.
You were radiant and swept over to me, casually wrapping one hand around the back of my neck while the other held your jacket draped over it. It was the sort of easy embrace long friends enjoy together and for you it was utterly natural.
The meal was a blur. I don't know if it was the nerves or the conversation which just seemed to flow or the wine which did the same. I remember you remarked that you were enjoying yours and wondered how mine was. "Exceptional" I replied, but I'm not sure that I had even tasted it. We left, I tipped the waiter over-generously trying to appear magnanimous and at the same time kicking myself for being so vain. We walked the streets arm in arm and enjoyed the starlit night.
And we connected. These things defy description and explanation, but it was like our souls fit together as two hands held with woven fingers. And I looked down and, indeed, we were holding hands, yours over mine, and I couldn't stop smiling. All o the sudden, without a word, we both stopped, turned to each other, and kissed. Your hand rose up to cup my cheek. Mine went to your waist to draw you closer. And when at last our lips parted we stood there still, embracing. The whole world seeming to fall silent as snow dusted our hair and eyelashes.
It was all too fast, but it seemed to make sense. I trusted you, whether or not I should. Could I trust my own instincts?
Somehow, we made it back to my rental, but we didn't get very far. I was pressed up against the cold driver's side window as you climbed on top of me, holding me by the knot of my tie and kissing me voraciously. Time stopped as we steamed up the windows like a couple of high school kids. We might have stayed there forever, if that police officer hadn't come by, knocking on the window and telling us to "Move along..."
"I want to see this fancy hotel room of yours," you grinned.
You lead me unabashedly through the lobby, leading me by the balls at a quick pace, a devious smirk etched on your face. The concierge blushed. The clerks giggled. One just stared as though with the voracious lust of a starved dog before a steak. You shot her a look that said, "Mine, bitch!" and we got into the elevator.
Finally I stumbled to the door of the suite I had rented and began fumbling for the keycard while you groped me from behind, biting at my neck and probing at my ass obscenely.
At last the blasted light on the door handle went green and I hear the latch release in a sort of orgasm all of its own, a lewd foreshadowing of what I could hardly believe may lay ahead. You wasted no time pushing me towards the bed and I fell on it readily, grinning ear to ear as you climbed on top of me, kissing me salaciously—more tongue than lips. You reached down and pulled my sweater up over my head, but not all the way off, leaving my arms tangled in it above my head. From there you move quickly and ruthlessly, taking my tie and using it to tie me by the neck to the backboard of the bed.
"I didn't come completely unprepared," you said, pulling two pairs of handcuffs from your purse. You continued to undress me, pulling off my sweater, unbuttoning my shirt and removing it, loosing my belt and whipping me with it a couple of times, tantalizingly. When I was completely naked, you bent my legs back and cuffed each of my wrists to the corresponding ankle, leaving my ass open and exposed.
You sat back, looked at me and smiled. "Oh, I'm forgetting something!" you exclaimed and reached back into your purse to reveal a small role of duct tape. "A girl should never leave home without it," you proclaimed matter-of-factly. Then you stood up, pulled your pants down and removed your panties.
"I'm going to have to leave for a little bit, but you've been so good I'm going to leave you with a present when I go." You balled up the panties and placed them in my open mouth, duct taping them in place like a gag. "Do you feel ok? Can you breathe?" I nodded my head eagerly. "Good. How do they taste, darling?" I mumbled something in obvious but unintelligible delight. "I know, baby," you purred.
"Hmm, missing something..." you looked around the room for inspiration. "Ah, that will work!" you exclaimed, a figurative lusty red neon light bulb illuminating over your head. You got the ice bucket and placed and ice cube over one of my nipples, covering it then with a glass and then taping that in place to my chest, repeating on the other side.
"Not quite done..." you murmured under your breath, looking around again and then, "Aha!" In the bathroom, around the spa tub there were a couple dozen tea candles. You placed two column of them all the way down my abdomen to just where, when lit, I could feel their soft heat starting to singe my closely trimmed pubic hair. "That's to make sure you'll be good, try not to burn the hotel down." You kissed my forehead, "I'll be back my pet," and then you put your jeans back on, grabbed my keys and left.
I never doubted that you would keep your word. I felt the weakness of that suspicion rise up and me and purged it, like a monk ridding himself of worldliness, and devoted myself to the task at which you had left me. Lie still. Such a simple thing, but like most things in our chaotic, cluttered, modern lives, overly complicated. My hips ached, cold water ran down me as the ice melted, I singed with wax every time I trembled. Like a child, my whole being was concentrated on lying still, just like you told me. And then, eventually, the trembling and aching and everything ceased and I achieved a moment of serenity.
The thing about serenity is this: It's timeless. I didn't know how long it lasted, but true peace always feels like eternity. That's why it is so highly sought after, our souls desperately seek reunion with infinity.
And then, at some point, you returned.
I heard the door click and had a moment of panic which shattered my solace, my never quite in tact mind fragmenting in a million directions in that fractal second where there was a nearly boundless possibility of who, conceivably, could be coming through that door. But it was you. Of course it was. You hadn't brought along a bunch of guys from a leather bar to prison rape me, you hadn't brought friends to shame and humiliate me (well, at least not this time!). It was just you. Just you and a small suitcase that I could only guess the contents.
"Hello, slut," you said with a demonic grin, "did you miss me?"
I grunted and nodded enthusiastically, but winced as a fresh coat of hot wax spilled all over my torso. You chuckled and bent over to blow out the candles, but still dumped the excess wax on the soft, exposed portions of my flesh. You removed the glasses—the keenest indication of the time lapsed was that there was hardly anything left of the cubes—and licked my chest dry, affectionately.
There was a gas fireplace in the room and you went and lit it, placed the candles around the room and relit them and dimmed the lights before finally taking off your coat and returning to remove the panty gag from my mouth. You kissed me tenderly and said, "You look parched, should I order in room service?"
"Of course!" I said.
"Champagne?"
"What else?"
I laid in bound silence as you picked up the room phone and ordered. Casual as a Saturday morning you walked over to the full length mirror and put your hair up, then stripping off your clothes to reveal a shiny latex corset and latex, zippered panties. You looked over at me and saw the beginning stages of arousal and said, "Oh, honey, no no no no no... Not yet."
You slinked over to me with feline seductiveness and opened up your suitcase—a veritable menagerie of kink, as it turned out, and fished out a chastity device which you fastened to me with an almost professional precision.
Room service knocked at the door and you glided over, donning a robe in the same fluid motion. If he had come one step further around the corner, the porter would have seen me tied up there. But he didn't. I even (rather adventurously I thought!) called out to you, "there's cash in my wallet, dear." He opened the bottle with an almighty pop to which you said "Oh my..." with a teasing, seductive raise of your eyebrow. You tipped him and he left, never knowing the difference, or, if he did, at least being professional about it.
You brought the bottle over to the bed and laid down next to me, and poured a glass. You sipped delicately and softly rubbed your finger in a circle on my temple. "A gentleman waits, does he not?" you toyed.
"Of course," I said, smiling.
I watched you, enraptured by your calm elegance and dazzling presence, as you finished the flute and poured again. "Darling, would you care for some?"
"Yes, please."
"Do you think you deserve it?"
I had no idea how to answer. "Everything I have is nothing I deserve, nothing I don't have is something I require."
"But what do you want," you said, your voice lowered to a register where sexuality dripped off of every seductive curve of the soundwave, running your fingers lightly across my chest.
I took a deep breath and struggled to swallow, my throat beyond dry, "I wish only to serve and please you."
"Good boy. I think you mean it, too." You propped yourself back up and took a long sip of the champagne, and then lowered yourself to me again and gave it to me with your mouth. "I will always take care of you, so long as you remember your place," you said between sips. And in such a fashion, we finished the second glass.
"There, that's better now, isn't it?" you whispered as you crawled to a position between my legs. "How about desert, then?" Delicately you began kissing and licking and eventually sucking lightly all over my thighs, buttocks, stomach, balls and prostate. But my gasps and sighs and whimpers were beyond what you cared to hear from me at that moment, and so you reached into your suitcase again and produced a black rubber two-way dildo gag. That's what I got for not being able to bear it in silence, and so I began to choke and gag quietly on the unfamiliar feeling gag in my mouth.
You toyed with me more, performing fellatio on the dildo portion, gliding up and down its entirety with little or no effort while your eyes gleamed at me while I struggled. My cock throbbed against the chastity device and started to leak.
You reached into the suitcase again, this time to fetch a pair of latex gloves which you slipped on and oiled.
"Saint," you said almost as a doctor addresses her patient, "has anyone ever fucked your ass before?" I shook my head that I hadn't. Your middle finger twirled in circles around my anus. "And do you want to give this to me?" you continued. Again, I nodded excitedly, choking my throat on the tie which fixed me to the bed. "Are you sure? Because, you know, we don't have to..." your voice trailed off and you adjusted your weight onto your opposite arm in such a way that your breasts seemed like they might pop out of your bodice at any moment. I groaned. You toyed with me. "And what will you give me in return for taking your ass's virginity for you?"
I whimpered. I had no idea what to say and, even if I did, would not be able to. You leaned in close so that we were eye to eye. Your tone dropped, you were dead serious: "I will now be your mistress. I don't want your life, but your heart, your cock and this ass will belong to me. You will serve no others unless I direct it. You will love no others as you love me. And I promise," you hovered over me, your finger still on my anus, you pulled out the gag for just a moment and lowered your face to mine until our lips just a centimeter apart, "as you are devoted to me, so I will devote myself to you."
At that moment, you plunged your middle two fingers into my ass and waited only for a moment while my head jerked back in a gasp before you pressed your face to mine in a deep, unrelenting kiss. When we finally separated, both struggling to fill our lungs, you immediately replaced my gag and took to the task of fucking me thoroughly. It was so much to take, but you cooed at me to hush and relax and take it like a good little boy. You patiently explained what you were doing the whole time, that you were getting me ready for my big moment, the big surprise—although at this point the surprise would be minimal.
You continued to work while I was bound helplessly, my awareness of the pain in my joints finally returning to me, but strangely with a certain joyfulness that compounded the sensation.
"I can't believe what a good, eager little ass you have, are you sure you've never had it fucked before?" I hadn't. You had four fingers in me at that point. Well lubed, the slid in and out almost effortlessly, with ass squeezing on each backstroke. "I wonder... I want you to take a breath and really relax, I mean REALLY relax, ok." I did as you directed, and you watched my resilient eyes as you slid your entire hand in."
"Fuck" you muttered and slid the hand back out with an enormous, disgusting but kinky slurping sound. You went to your bag again, pulling of your gloves and producing a large, veiny rubber strapon which you dutifully covered with a massive condom and lubed generously. Your mouth twisted in the snarl of intense lust that was about to be satisfied and growled the erotic obvious: "I'm gonna fuck your ass, you little slut!"
And oh, did you fuck me... You pounded me hard. When I groaned you dug your nails into my chest till it bled, when I tried to scream you'd slap me hard across the face. You found your rhythm and really started to drive it home. I studied intently the bounce of your breast against the corset each time you slammed into me, I tried to swallow the fire in your eyes into my soul and be consumed by your lust. You grunted and screamed to a climax of your own while my ass throbbed and my stomach glistened with precum that leaked through the chastity device. You pushed the strapon to its utter limit, closed your eyes and gasped, then slowly pulled out.
Slurp.
You were breathing hard. You found the key to the handcuffs and released me, allowing me an ecstatic moment of stretching my sore legs and rubbing my wrists. "Get up, on your hands and knees facing the wall." I obeyed. You took one of my hands and placed it in a grip around one of the rails in the headboard, cuffing me again before doing the other side. You attached weighted nipple clamps to me, wordlessly and came around to the side, leaning down with one hand softly rubbing my buttock and another holding my chin to where we were eye to eye and said "I haven't even started yet." You kiss me on the forehead and disappear behind me.
SLAP! Your bare hand against my ass. Fifteen heavy strokes and my ass was stinging.
"Hi there, Rosy," you said playfully. I heard you go back to the suitcase and then return.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! A studded leather paddle, as I would later learn, was being employed on me. Twenty staggering strokes. The pain deafened my senses. For some reason, my ears were ringing, After the paddle, I didn't know if I could take anymore. Sometimes it would catch my prostate or the back of my scrotum and I thought I might pass out. You were at my ear again. "I'm almost impressed, slut. But I won't really know you're mine until you bleed for me. Do you wish to continue?"
My nod was slow, exhausted, tearful, but genuine. Go on, I urged you, mentally. You nodded once and returned to the suitcase.
AH! Oh God, what the fuck was that? It felt like a fucking razor! AH! Again. AH!!
My screams were muffled and extinguished, of course, as they should have been. Honestly, I lost count. If I had been made to count, I would have failed, because sometime after three I reached Nirvana and I jolly well stayed there until my ass was striped. Next thing I knew, you were hushing me again, your soft hand rubbing my back and your cock gently pumping me.
I struggled to regain breath and composure. "Shhh now, it's ok. I'm here, pet. Shhh. Quiet darling. That's my good boy..."
I felt your hands reach down to undo my chastity device and then resume the pumping. You massaged my balls and then squeezed them to control me as I soon grew rock hard, my cock slapping against myself in concert with the pounding I was taking. And your fucking became at first insistent, then rapid, then furious. You screamed my name and cursed in ecstasy and then finally fell away from me, giggling. Beneath my gag, I panted.
You came back to me, I could hear you slip the condom off the strapon and gently kissed my slightly bloodied ass. You turned me over on my back and I saw that my sticky red had marked your thighs as you had continued to pump me.
Fully erect, it looked like my cock was having tiny seizures as it jerked and twitched. You tickled my balls peevishly before unzipping your panties and climbing on to of the dildo protruding from my mouth gag. You rode my face, first cowboy style—I used my nose to rub against your clit to encourage a quick orgasm which gushed all over me. "Damn you, you cunt," you said and slapped my face as you climbed off. "Fuck my ass instead."
You used a little lube on your anus and then sat your ass down on my face, reversed. Again you bounced up and down gleefully—I could feel your pussy drip down my chin and onto my chest. You leaned forward and used your forefinger and thumb to tightly grip the base of my cock while your other fingers squeezed my balls and dug their nails into my taint. Your ass slapped against my cheeks. My cock throbbed and raged and at one point I thought it would explode without any further stimulation, I was so aroused, but you instinctively dug your nails in and the pain helped it subside.
When you had your fill, you graciously removed the gag and returned to your original position, allowing me to dine and glory in your wetness all over my mouth and tongue. You tasted like summer and at last I had discovered the first narcotic I ever enjoyed—you. As you rode my, to my absolute delight, you unfastened the top third of your corset and began kneading your breasts and twisting your nipples. You came on my mouth and face twice again before climbing off, shivering.
"My, my, you ARE a good boy," you said, gripping my cheeks. You released me from the cuffs and untied my neck. "Did you have fun?"
"Immeasurably so."
"Should I leave you like this, with blue balls?"
I was silent, prepared to submit and obey, no matter what.
"Come here, gorgeous, " you said, kissing me, then lead me over to the fireplace where you kneeled before my veiny, dripping cock.
"You know how when you're a kid and you join a pool, you have to pass a swim test before they will let you play?" It was an odd question, it seemed to me, but you had at last gripped my cock firmly in you hand and were now slowly rubbing it, spitting for lubrication.
"Ya, I guess..." I managed to say. My legs were twitching and having almost uncontrollable spasms.
"Well, I'm not going to let you inside of me until you pass your test, a small qualification to see if it's worth my time."
"Ok..." I said. I was having trouble thinking at all.
"You see, I know what you boys are like. You're all talk and swagger but so few can go the distance. So here's what I'm going to do: When I tell you, you're going to cum. I know you can already barely hold it in already even though this is the first time I've touched your dick all night. I guess I'm just too damn sexy and you're too damn weak. After you cum, you will have ten minutes to give me another load. This is how I test your cock's ability to satisfy me. I'll help you out, but the clock will be running. Understand the challenge?"
"Yes."
You slap my dick, scowling. "Yes, MA'AM."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Ok. Good." You started stroking again and counted down from 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... "Cum you little bitch."
I didn't so much erupt as hose you in the face with hot, thick cum. You smiled and wiped it from your eyes while making sure to tightly grip the head through the end of the spasming, and then coax the last few drops out onto your breasts.
"Ok, Saint. Your ten minutes starts now. Would you like me to give you head? Yes, I thought you would, you naughty thing."
You started sucking, your mouth so soft and warm and wet. You gripped the base of my semi-erect cock and licked the head tantalizingly. Thank God, I could feel the blood coming back, I tried to concentrate and will it back. You took it back into your mouth, pausing to chide, "Don't you dare go soft in your Mistress's mouth!"
You sucked again and started to massage my balls and prostate until once again I was fully erect.
"That's my boy, maybe you are worthy after all" you smiled and then returned to your slurping. I reached down and dared to grope your breast, thrilled when you didn't stop me.
"Come on, Saint. Eight more minutes and I need another load of that hot cum on me."
There really, truly are few things so erotic as a woman drenched in cum. It's not every woman's dream of a good Friday night and some indulge their men out of sheer kindness, and then others... others truly crave it. To be drenched in their partner's satisfaction.
"Do you like those big, firm tits? Ya? Have you ever felt anything like that before? No? Only every dated tiny titty girls? You poor thing. Go ahead. Enjoy them. But remember, you're down to six minutes. Hey, how about you bring that stiff cock and fuck my titties with it. Ya? Would that help you cum baby? Goooooood..."
I groaned. There's no description for what that feels like, just whatever sound comes out of your mouth when it happens.
"Ya baby. Fuck those tits. Feel how nice and hard my nipples are for you? Ya? Fuck them baby. I want your cum dripping off my tits."
I kept wrenching open my eyes to look at your glazed face which never stopped looking up at me.
"Four minutes. Don't let me down. Fuck those tits and cum on them baby! Cum for me! Cum for your mistress!"
"Ahhhhrghlrp!" I clenched my teeth. I could feel it building again. A herculean strength overwhelmed me. I felt like fucking Samson's cock. I pulled away and a deep growl filled my chest. You immediately opened your mouth and fixed eager eyes on me. "Fuck!" I trusted deep down your throat, using the hair once so neatly tied at the back of your head like a handlebar. And I fucked your mouth. Hard. Bestially. And you gluggled and gagged but never complained, thick clear saliva coating your chest and thighs.
As I grunted, gripping your skull, you rubbed your clit with one hand while reaching around to finger my ass with the other. The clock was forgotten, I was going to cum.
I roared. With what, I do not know. But it came from deep inside me. And I came, too, pulling out and blasting all over your tits like you had asked. You grinned impishly. Gone was the expression of demure submission that you had worn while you let me fuck your throat.
"Well, congratulations," you said rising to your feet, dangling your arms over my heaving shoulders in a loose embrace, "you passed your test." You winked and then kissed me deeply before we fell into bed together and continued through the night. | literotica |
Title: Freeing Kirsty Ch. 08
Tags: wedding, drama, big breasts, bride
*SO FAR: Divorcee Merrick Jamieson (35) visiting New York comes into contact with the moll of the mysterious Spiro. The spirited Kirsty Fallon (25) finds she has become attracted and follows the photo-journalist to his homeland and begins working with him. Merrick foils a retriever sent to return Kirsty to New York and then travels to Manhattan and wins her freedom from Spiro. The couple are now in Los Angeles for their wedding where Merrick is incapacitated, suffering two knife wounds when defending his ex brother-in-law's wife Margaret. Marg's suppressed sexual interest in Merrick re-emerges.*
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Saturday provided a typical Californian sunny afternoon for the wedding. The gallery in the events centre was over-decorated, American style, which produced an uncomplimentary response from the recuperating bridegroom as Brian wheeled Merrick in.
The men waited in the small alcove for late-arriving people to settle.
The marriage celebrant entered the alcove and greeted them again; they had met the previous morning for introductions and a briefing. The celebrant went out and stood before the 192 guests plus Kirsty's parents and Merrick's mother.
The burble died as the celebrant turned towards the alcove. Taking that cue, Brian pushed Merrick out in his wheelchair. A wave of 'ooohs" and sympathetic clicking from tongues were clearly audible as Merrick came into view, dressed in a white tuxedo, lace-fronted shirt, multi-color bow-tie and black trousers and shoes. This was how Kirsty had insisted he dress.
Another of Kirsty's decision's was it was not necessary to go through the ritual of her father 'giving her away'. "He gave up on me years ago," she had quipped, and her parents agreed with her desire.
There was a pause, almost long enough to make the gathering restless. That was Kirsty's instructions again. Then the organ began playing 'Here Comes the Bride' and in she walked daintily, those fabulous legs well exposed. She wore a short white and very lacy dress, white lace topped shoes and a white veil almost to her shoulders. Spiro's diamonds flashed at her throat and ear lobes. Behind her in hot pink were paired Meg and Marg who looked lovely, in their prime.
Being a non-church wedding, the congregation decided to clap in the bride and her attendants to which the organist responded by changing tune to give them a perfect beat.
Kirsty had allowed her hair to grow longer for the wedding and her blond mane was clearly visible under the thin veil. Head down as she walked, she looked the epitome of the virginal bride which was what she'd intended to convey. That image would be long remembered by her adoring new friend Bella, almost swooning in excitement.
The two big-bosom attendants in their noticeable short pink dresses with plunging necklines looked anything but virginal, as both were heavily made up and walked with pouting lips.
Only Kirsty carried a bouquet.
When the time came for the couple to take their vows, Brian and Marg helped Merrick to his feet. That went smoothly as they had been practicing and for the past two days Brian had allowed Merrick to walk a few steps every two hours.
So, with a heavily strapped thigh and bandaged forearm, Merrick took his place beside Kirsty amid sounds of sights and sniffling from some of the congregation.
During the short ceremony a photographer with two cameras flitted around while another woman recorded the event on video. Later the photographer secured her best shot of the day (according to Merrick) -- Kirsty immediately at the end of the ceremony leaning forward to say something to Brian, with her two attendants behind her facing each other talking, with Merrick in the foreground leaning back in his wheel chair with a smug smile on his face.
It was, of course, simply one of those shots captured by a photographer being in the right place at the right time. The wedding party was captured looking so happy, so relaxed; it would be agreed afterwards when viewing the result it was a very natural shot.
Marg and Brian wondered what Kirsty had just said to Merrick that brought joy to his face so enquired. "I've just told Merrick that I'm confirmed pregnant."
\* \* \*
Watching this event in suppressed emotion, apart from a few dabs to his eyes with a silk handkerchief, was the seemingly split personality and crime boss Spiro who was know by his victims, business associates, mistresses and others including Merrick by no other name. But he was named conventionally.
Benji Alonis Spiro was born on the outskirts of Milan. So, he's Italian one would assume. Yes, by birth.
His late father was an Albanian immigrant -- a stone mason. Stone masons were much in demand in Italy in the post-war revival from the early 1950s. Ebonique, his part-Egyptian, part Iranian mother was born in Rome and in her late teens went north looking for the opportunity to be trained as a seamstress. She found success in Milan.
In Milan Ebonique also found Kostandin Spiro and they had three children -- one a boy. Ebonique chose the name Benji while his father chose Alonis. As a defiant young teenager Benji decided he liked neither name so adopted Spiro as his only name, though neither parent concurred: his mother continued to call him Benji and Kostandin called him Alonis.
Shortly after turning sixteen Benji/Alonis/Spiro became involved with a street gang and narrowly escaped being brought before court to join older members of the gang who murdered the leader of a rival gang.
"Alonis -- you are going to America to live with my half-brother," his father decided.
"My Benji -- he cannot go, I need him here."
"Why?" demanded his father.
His mother could offer no substantial answer so Benji/Alonis/Spiro was sent to America. As soon as the ship left Genoa, Benji/Alonis/Spiro declared: "From this day I am to be called Spiro and only Spiro."
One day during the voyage Spiro was talking to a priest also immigrating to America. The priest had prodded for another name but Spiro said Spiro he was, nothing more. Intrigued the priest told Spiro that authorities in America would call him by his proper name, unless he changed it legally, but it was doubtful that a 16-year-old would get his name change application granted.
The priest and Spiro continued this debate the following day, and finally Spiro knew what he had to do. Within a week of his arrival he had won Uncle Alexis' support and a legal name change resulted. Benji Alonis Spiro was now Spiro Spiro. This was the preferred outcome; had it not been accepted Spiro had an alternative at the ready, suggested by the priest -- Shapiro Spiro. The learned priest had informed the teenager and Spiro is actually a shortened form of Shapiro.
Uncle Alexis was a stone mason with his own small business. He put Spiro to work, and taught him a great deal while paying him a pittance. After three years, with her daughters becoming teenagers, his Aunt decided Spiro should sleep elsewhere.
"I'll put a shed in the yard -- he can leave here after his evening meal and sleep down there. With the rats!"
Spiro did not think this was a good idea. It was absurd to think that he would molest the daughters -- they were ugly!
Spiro put down his knife and fork.
"Thank you for all you have taught me, Uncle Alexis, and taking me into your home. It is time I must leave this town."
Alexis opened his mouth to protest but opened it further when receiving a painful kick in the shin from his wife.
"All right, my son," Alexis said glaring at Yolanda. "You sleep here in your bed as usual tonight. Tomorrow I will go to the bank and get you money. I will give you an address of an old friend and ask him to give you a job."
For four years Spiro worked for that Italian-born contractor in Boston where he continued to specialize in stone columns and arches. In time Spiro became an irascible, time-waster who disrupted other workers so after their twentieth dispute over Spiro's behavior and slothful habits, the contractor finally fired his best craftsman.
Spiro by then had grown into a big man, a very strong man. He also liked to exhibit his toughness. So his response at being fired was to knock his boss to the ground and urinate over him in front of the man's cowering wife and his foreman.
"You'll never work in the city again," yelled the postulating foreman, hoping to ingratiate himself on the fallen man's wife. Spiro's reply was an obscene gesture. He was on his way to Atlantic City for a holiday, to revel in wine, women and singing. In his back pocket was the bulging wallet of his boss which Spiro had removed deftly when turning the man over to wet him.
Boarding the bus for New York Spiro reviewed his life and was relatively happy, except that he was now a criminal as he assumed his boss would angrily report the assault, foul humiliation and the theft of money. Smiling darkly, Spiro pulled out the wallet. He whistled and began counting the wad of money; it came to forty-two hundred dollars. He also found a key, what appeared to be a safe deposit key.
All this appears to suggest that piss-face must be evading taxation. If that were true, thought Spiro, it means I will remain a free man as he won't want the contents of this wallet to end up in police hands. As the bus crossed a river bridge, Spiro threw the wallet -- less the $4200 -- way out into the muddy waters. With a pocket full of money, Spiro resolved he'd never would he work as a stone mason again.
After two days and three nights gambling, drinking and whoring in Queens, making new buddies, Spiro continue to his destination to enjoy a holiday in Atlantic City, the city having being described to him in Boston by an itinerant workmate as 'the Golden City of my dreams'. That man Stephen had told him that ordinary men can become moneyed men in Atlantic City.
It occurred to Spiro that Stephen himself was not a moneyed man, but he did not ridicule him for the simple reason that the dream had taken hold of Spiro. He'd actually set a date for quitting and going to Atlantic City just a few days before he was fired. Within hours of his arrival, Spiro was in trouble. He'd laughed at a bargirl who tripped over a chair left carrying a tray, falling on to her face and sending empty glasses flying.
A bouncer helped the girl to her feet and glowered at Spiro: "Apologize to Janis, you ape."
Spiro looked at Janis; pale-faced and squirming she tried to free herself from the brute's grasp. "Let the moll go, Spiro hissed.
The girl looked surprise, the big man looked angry. He let her go and at the same time sank a first into Spiro's belly.
Spiro moved back with the blow, emitting a painful whoosh of air. But he remained standing.
Bewildered, the bouncer threw a punch at Spiro's mouth. Spiro easily weaved out of harm's way, caught the fist as it went over his shoulder, and turning the arc applied bone-crushing pressure just with his left hand. The man howled with pain and sank to the floor in agony.
The short silence was broken by a cry of rage as the manager came around the bar at Spiro wielding a baseball bat.
"Abe!" thundered a voice.
Abe slowed to a stop, dropping the bat to his side.
"Yes, Mr Montalbano?"
"That will do. Drag your man away -- get someone to clean up his vomit. Hey, young fellow!"
Spiro turned and saw a fat man wearing a light hat the same shade of his jacket beckoning to him. Seated on either side of him were two burly men. A young woman sat with them.
"Yes?"
"Do I know you, kid?"
"Nah, just got into town."
Mr Montalbano smiled and whispered something to the man on his left, who shifted to the next table.
"You catch on fast, kid. Come sit by me."
Spiro introduced himself as Spiro and sat down.
"Spiro?" queried the heavyweight sitting on the other side of Mr Montalbano.
"Just Spiro -- nothing comes before it, nothing after; get it?"
"Running away from something, kid?"
"Yeah, a mug who didn't appreciate my value, so I stoked him, pissed all over him and said adios."
The young woman looked shocked.
"We keep clean mouths when we are in the company of ladies," Mr Mantalbano yawned.
"I apologize, miss," Spiro said, rising from his chair. "May I fetch you a drink in compensation?"
"We buy our..." began Mr Mantalbano.
"Just a soda, thank you; your choice of flavor."
Spiro snapped his fingers and a bargirl came over quickly.
"A peach soda for the lady, please. Whisky for me. Gentlemen?"
Both men shook their heads, watching Spiro closely.
"Do you have a name, Miss?"
"Francine."
"What a pretty name."
Out of the corner of his eye Spiro saw the restraining arm of Mr Montalbano on the chest of the heavyweight.
"What about my name appeals to you?"
To Spiro, the answer to such a question for an Italian born and initially raised man was no problem. "It has an exotic smoothness to it, expressing the attractiveness of a classy European flower."
"That's only my name you are talking about. What do you say in praise of me?"
"That's enough, Francine. Here's your drink coming."
"You're not suppose to be eavesdropping, daddy. But since you are, may Spiro accompany use to dinner?"
"My clever girl. I was thinking the same thing as Spiro interests me."
Eight months later Francine and Spiro were married and after Spiro returned from two weeks in Mexico, Mr Montalbano semi-retired, put Spiro in charge of the Laundromat business, with branches in New York (Manhattan) and Chicago.
Spiro took over the apartments Mr Mantalbano operated through the business in New York and Chicago, installing younger women as his 'secretaries'. This side of the business rather appealed.
The other side to the business was the real business -- debt collection and keeping the operations of clients free from interlopers and the commercially unacceptable tactics of stand-over gangs. That side of the business was worked through contracts -- soldiers were engaged on a job by job basis.
This system appealed to Spiro because of its simplicity. Soldiers hired out to anyone who suited them, and their allegiance was held by the operator at the time of hire. In most instances the system worked faultlessly. But one exception hit right at home: one morning a disgruntled solider harboring a festering grudge, fatally stabbed Mr Montalbano outside Mr Montalbano's home as he began to walk his dog; the murderer escaped.
Riccardo Mantalbano had been feared because of his skill with a knife, whether throwing it, removing ears or whatever. His death by knifing was considered so significant that his funeral was one of the largest held in Atlantic City for some years.
"This successor, the son-in-law -- who is he?" was the question asked in bars and restaurants after the funeral. The conclusion was that this 'Mr Nobody" would not last -- he had no reputation.
A week later the murderer was located by agents of Spiro in Miami and returned secretly to Atlantic City. Next morning at daylight he was found outside his own home, his neck broken an eye gouged and testicles pulverized by a hammer. Word spread quickly that the remaining eye was open, staring frozen in terror.
A month after the police lost interest in this inexplicable assassination. At a restaurant meeting of notable men a nickname was adopted, news of it sweeping through the underground: Spiro had received the title, The Testes Grinder.
By now Spiro was aware of how crime operated and how criminals thought and acted. He took particular interest in how they thought. Soon the underworld in three cities got an unequivocal message -- if anyone topped Spiro his minders had sworn to deliver retribution -- beginning with the pulverization of knuckles, then toe joints and finally testicles.
Spiro's eventual retirement was assured, provided he was not taken by natural causes.
Happily watching Meg at the bridal table, really enjoying herself, Spiro glanced at Merrick. What a pity Merrick was thirty-five years of age, only seven years younger than Spiro -- had there been ten or better still fifteen years of age difference, Merrick could have been Spiro's natural successor. That is, provided he could be persuaded to move on to lower moral ground.
"Ah, Mr Spiro -- what do you do to make money?" enquired a middle-aged socialite sitting next to him. " Ah, Mrs Magellan," he said, reading the name tag on her drooping chest. "I operate a chain of Laundromats."
"Oh, how nice," she commented coldly, turning away from him.
Spiro returned to his musings.
Blast Francine, he thought. She'd turned their elder son into a softie -- he had begun studying to be a doctor.
"No laundry business for my Lenny," she'd said repeatedly.
So firm was that that Spiro wondered if she actually knew that the business was a front. He'd never told her, never involving her in any business activity, telling her that it would be beneath her dignity to associate with the morons who worked for him.
His late patron, Riccardo, had advised him to keep Francine ignorant about all forms of business. If he needed a partner to a business associated function, there were girls around who would be only too willing to accompany him anywhere and at anytime.
Sophia was his usual choice in Atlantic City. A young widow with two children and readily available babysitters, a swinger with a small mouth -- she didn't gossip as far as he was aware. It was Francine who had introduced him to Sophia -- socially, of course. The two women were in a group that read poetry or something weird like that and Sophia lived only one street away from them. The choice of Sophia was perfect and coming home from functions she was always a perfect partner in the back of the limo as well. Sophia also kept him amused, asking direct questions such as, "How does Francine keep her respect for you when she must be aware there are other women in your life like me?"
Spiro recalled having to scratch his head over that one before replying: "Now that she has three children she does not like so much activity between the sheets, you know. She prefers I get my exercise elsewhere."
He'd not liked the next question, "Why is Lenny so much like Francine and not very much like you at all?"
Sophia had realized the questions had upset him and recovered well: "I'll get Francine to allow Lenny to play with my Oliver. Ollie likes to play rough and will toughen up Lenny, show him how to be a man."
Spiro had told her to arrange that tomorrow and then began opening her dress and exposing her breasts with a roughness that she loved, giggling and heaving around in the back seat to make Spiro excited.
Thinking about this comfortable arrangement with Sophia, Spiro sighed. Sophia was really fun to be with but she was ugly, well, just a little off being pretty. Francine -- she was just a little off being beautiful, even after three kids. But Kirsty, sweet Kirsty -- she was the beautiful one, beautiful inside too.
Spiro was brought out of this musing by a gently shake on the shoulder. It was the tall, thin daughter-in-law of Alec Raymond. He'd noticed her before -- the quiet woman with dark, sexy eyes. They had been introduced but he'd forgotten her name. Her husband was the twin of Brian, not that they looked like peas out of the same pod.
"Spiro -- come dance with me. Stan is on the turps," Gail invited, champagne having temporarily eradicated her natural reserve.
"Huh?"
"Oops, I'm sorry," Gail giggled, picking up Spiro's glass and draining it.
"Lost in translation as they say. He is drinking whisky and swapping stories. Where I come from our rough name for alcoholic drink is turps."
"I don't much like to dance -- I only dance when my Francine insists that it's expected of me."
"If you don't dance, what do you do?"
He leered; she flushed at looked below his midriff.
"You look a little over-warm," he said smoothly. Shall we go out to my hired limo and sit with the air-con on?"
Without waiting for a reply he walked out of the outdoor reception area into the darkness. She gave him a thirty second start and followed.
Thirty minutes later Spiro returned unnoticed, and stood in a shadow by the dancing area.
Gail returned moments after that and sat at her original seat. Spiro went over and asked her to dance.
"I've just sat down," she complained.
"That's true, I'll dance with you if you wish," said an older woman at the table.
"No thank you. You are very kind, but my choice is this one."
Spiro held out his hand. The six other people at the table (Gail's husband Stan was still at a male gathering at the bar) watched silently, expecting to see the man humiliated.
"Very few women receive this opportunity," Spiro said, teeth gleaming.
"Well then, I really must accept this honor, my lord."
Gail held out a hand, Spiro pulled her to her feet and led her to the dance floor leaving most of the onlookers at the table agog.
"What is your name, lovely one?" Spiro asked. "We have been introduced but forgive me; your name went from my head."
"Gail, but my father always called me Tinker Bell and sometimes when he's drunk Stan calls me that name."
"Ah, a pretty little fairy with passion -- that pet name suits you rather well."
Spiro smiled as Gail pressed against him harder and harder. He knew she could feel him as he was half-aroused. There was not quite a full barrier of clothing between them as he had her panties in his pocket.
As the dance came to an end she sighed: "You were wonderful out there in the car."
"You surprised me -- so much energy, so much noise," Spiro grinned. "I must go now and find my Meg before she begins to feel neglected.
"What about me -- I shall be neglected?"
"My limo will be at the end of your street at noon tomorrow. I shall ask the driver to wait no longer than fifteen minutes.
"I don't expect you will come as you are probably a rather quiet little fairy when you are sober -- but you will have this final opportunity to allow me to sample your honey pot again. Meg and I fly home tomorrow evening."
Spiro turned and walked away without waiting for her response. He didn't need to know it. She would now fret about whether she should do such a daring thing, sober and in broad daylight. He knew his words 'honey pot' would dwell on the mind of the fairy, giving her perhaps a fifty-fifty chance of succumbing to his rather off-hand proposal.
Spiro grinned. It was the quiet ones who liked to be treated masterfully.
\* \* \*
The prospect of a baby was the perfect wedding present for Kirsty. Late morning on her wedding day she had been at the hairdressers' with Meg. She was finished first as she'd had her nails done the previous days. "I'm going for a walk -- Meg. I shan't be long."
Kirsty went outside and noticed the premises right next door housed a medical centre. On impulse she went inside and asked if she could book in for a pregnancy test.
"I can take you right now," said the nurse, seated behind the receptionist and filling out a form. "Our morning rush is over. Just complete the paperwork with Dolores here and pay the fee. Dolores will bring you through to me."
Kirsty returned to the hairdressers.
"My, you look very flushed," Meg drawled, exaggerating her New York accent. "Did one of these beach hunks look at you? Or did you see an old man jacking off?"
The salon erupted into laugher, Kirsty joining in. This was very embarrassing but it relieved her tension. She wanted to tell someone, but Merrick had the right to know first.
"Your hair looks lovely Meg; you look ever so princess-like."
Meg bowed; her mind now far removed from her enquiry about Kirsty's flushed face. She was happy to be the centre of attention, even happier to be complimented by the centerpiece of the day's big event.
Hullo daddy, thought Kirsty as she went up to Merrick on their wedding day. He was standing, assisted by Brian. He looked straight and strong, just like his usual self.
"Oooh," she said.
"He probably looks better than he is, Kirsty. Old Merrick has been through severe trauma. Remember the hospital's estimated time for virtual complete recovery -- four to six weeks. It's only been ten days since his operation."
"Yes, I accept that."
"Hullo, you two. Don't ignore me -- I am here!" Merrick said, miffed.
"Hello, darling. Mrrrrhhhh; how's that for a sexy welcome. You look fine back on your feet but that's it; down boy!"
Late that afternoon, from the back of the reception gallery, Kirsty watched Brian push Merrick out from the alcove to stop in front of the marriage celebrant. She felt happy, at peace, and stood hand-in hand with Meg and Marg -- feeling their slight tremors of nervousness.
Kirsty was grateful that her time had come. Perhaps twenty-two would have been the perfect age to marry, but the wait had been worth it. She was now mature, worldly, complete with the basic skills to be a good wife to a man with marriage experience and to be a good mother to a baby boy who'd probably be incredibly forward, personable and talented. Oh yes, he'd be a boy.
Suddenly they were playing her tune.
"Let's go, girls," she said, giving the hands of both women a squeeze. "I hope you'll both still love me when I'm married."
Meg and Marg stared at her, shocked.
"Why wouldn't we?" they chorused in whispers.
The words of the celebrant would -- Kirsty had expected -- be carved into her instant recall memory for life.
But inexplicably, she heard few of the woman's words -- repeating each stage only after the celebrant had patiently repeated them a second time.
"She's awfully nervous," whispered her mother.
"I don't think so," smiled Sam. "I think she's on another planet. Either that or she's experiencing an euphoric over-dose; perhaps she's found she's pregnant.
"Sam Fallon," shouted his shocked wife.
"Goodness, what is Sam up to?" commented a friend very audibly, causing most eyes to shift from the wedding ceremony to the bride's parents.
"Pregnant" was the buzz word spreading through the congregation.
"Bess pregnant? I don't believe it," said her friend Shona MacLean. "Her ovaries closed down years ago."
A bigger buzz went through the assembly while the celebrant continued on, now only fully heard by Merrick, Meg, Marg, Brian and Merrick's mother Linda.
Linda had come all this way to attend her son's latest wedding, not to hear his bride's parents carrying on about some phantom pregnancy, she told Kirsty later. She turned to remonstrate with them and found them tight-lipped and looking shocked, realizing they had careered out of control.
"I do."
"You are now man and wife. You may kiss the groom."
"Sit back in the wheel chair first," commanded Kirsty, and for the first time in her short married life was obeyed by her husband.
As soon as he was seated Kirsty leaned over him, and they kissed sweetly. But as she was straightening up Merrick pulled her back down with his good arm around her neck. They kissed passionately, ignoring the clapping assembly.
Looking deeply into Merrick's eyes, Kirsty said: "I love you, I love you profoundly."
"Me too," responded Merrick, squirming a little with embarrassment. This sort of soft stuff was usually spoken in moments of intimacy or whispered across a restaurant table or in peaceful isolation in the backyard or on a mountain range -- not in front of almost two hundred people.
"Stay still, dear one, don't go wheeling away from me," Kirsty chided, noting that his eyes were flickering - looking for an escape route. I've got some fantastic news for you."
She saw she had Merrick's complete attention: "I had a pregnancy test earlier today -- Little Goldie and the egg did their stuff -- our son is on the way."
Merrick had already guessed by the overture that this was the news he was getting. He beamed at looked proudly at Kirsty and let out an excited whoop and kissed her.
"That's great, that's fantastic." But then he paused, looking pensive. "So the testers were able to confirm it is a boy?"
"Kirsty ruffled his hair, and kissed it. "No, silly. It's a little early for medical confirmation. But I told you before that I knew I would have a boy."
"Of course you did darling," said Merrick, rolling his eyes.
"Having your first married tiff already," Brian joked, arriving to kiss the bride and punch the shoulder of the groom.
"No, anything but -- I've just told Merrick that I'm pregnant."
"The honeymoon," said Brian, apparently not hearing her.
"Ah, the honeymoon," echoed Merrick without enthusiasm, while Kirsty bit her bottom lip watching Brian's face for a promising sign. But the normally expressive face was found wanting.
"Well, my agreement with Kirsty on that first day after the attack was we should not discuss the question of a honeymoon until here at the wedding breakfast. It was a practical decision as it kept the pressure off, though we all knew that the proposed wildly romantic romp through Mexico was a dead duck.
"Yes Dr Raymond, whatever you say Dr Raymond -- I know I would be stupid to ignore your wise counseling."
"Thank you, Merrick; Kirsty?"
"Yes, of course -- the medical well-being of Merrick comes before everything else. We've had heaps of trial honeymoons anyway," she laughed, a little hollowly.
"I thought we'd leave in the morning and honeymoon ad hoc in Southern California -- traveling and stopping at will, nothing planned," sighed Merrick. "Kirsty and I have already decided on this, subject to your approval."
Brian looked at Merrick sternly. "You should stay quiet, in clean surroundings. Your body is still recovering. Plenty of rest, free of stress, will speed recovery. You have a repaired artery, veins, nerves and muscle and healing tissue to consider. My feeling is that every day you stay here in 'pottering around' mode is a bonus to you. You are due for a hospital clinician's assessment of your progress on Monday. That, of course, can be carried out at any suitable facility. My feeling is that you will then be released from your wheel chair."
Kirsty reached for Merrick's left hand -- his 'good arm', squeezed it and held it against her cheek.
Brian added: "I must say that if you took great care and went about it slowly the trip south would probably do you no harm.
"It's your decision," Brian said, turning away to let them chat privately.
Kirsty nodded to Merrick and he said, "I'm staying on here; it's the right thing to do."
Merrick wanted Kirsty to go south with Marg, Linda and Bella for five days when Linda and Bella were then due back to fly to Sydney. Kate wanted her daughter back in time for the start of the new school term.
"I'll be happier here, close to my darling," she said. "Besides, I want to go out with Bess -- she's itching to show me the best baby-wear shops and outlets that cater for women with expanding bellies."
"I thought pregnant women these days just wear larger size normal clothes," Merrick said. "Christ, some expectant mums are now even up with the bare belly craze; it's revolting."
"Just because we go shopping to look at one type of thing, that doesn't limit us to just shop for that type of thing," Kirsty said defensively. "In fact we might not even follow our original plan and instead go off in another direction. That is what makes shopping so interesting."
"And that's why men find women so interesting at times," muttered Merrick.
\* \* \*
Brian returned from the gym to relieve Sam, who'd given up his game of golf to keep Merrick company. Merrick, however, was restless and simmering -- wanting to get out and about.
"These walls are my prison," he growled to Brian, who was not at all sympathetic.
"What walls -- you're sitting outside by the pool?"
"You know what I mean."
Brian suggested to Sam that he head off to the golf course and either play the last few holes with them or else set up the drinks.
"Good idea," said Sam, and was off, without revealing which option he favored.
Brian looked at Merrick, who obviously was restless.
Before leaving Brian checked Merrick's pulse-rate, temperature and examined his leg -- a procedure which he'd done every eight hours since Merrick had been discharged into his care. "OK -- let's go," said Brian, and thirty minutes later they were in a bar at Venice Beach.
"This is the life, cobber," Merrick said to Brian cheerfully. He wiped a beer froth moustache from his top lip after dipping enthusiastically into his big glass of Budweiser.
Brian had allowed his 'patient' a beer. He intended it to be a low alcohol beer but there was no information about its alcoholic strength and neither of the two bar people could assist and appeared shocked at the idea of supplying lowered alcohol beer to a customer.
"I'm sure the brewery would not risk its reputation by weakening the strength of its beer, sir," said the balding, pot-bellied elderly barman.
Merrick said to Brian, "You've got no idea how grateful I am for your assistance. You saved my life. I don't really think Kirsty's realizes that, and perhaps that is all for the best."
Brian rubbed his nose. I suspect she knows, and I suspect she just doesn't want to talk about it. After all, she was there, covered in your blood. She was bloody good -- her eyes revealed her panic yet she kept her cool remarkably well. She's a great woman."
"Yeah, I know. I'll never be able to thank you enough, Brian. I probably would have been dead within minutes have you not been there."
"I dunno about that; Kirsty may have saved you."
"Nice try, Brian." Merrick leaned forward in the wheelchair, pressing his fingers together. He cleared his throat. "Listen, Brian. There is something I must say to you; something beyond my control. But you've got to know -- although I'm between a rock and a hard place in raising this, as cross loyalties are involved. I'm probably dead in the water from either you or Marg -- perhaps both of you -- over this, but here goes..."
"Are you planning to tell me Marg's got the hots for you?"
Merrick sunk back in his wheelchair, sighted deeply and lifted his glass to his mouth. While taking a gulp he looked at Brian with his face devoid of emotion.
Seagulls mewed, a group of passing women on the boardwalk laughed and the every-present dull hum of heavy, fast-moving traffic provided a mixed background infill. Finally Merrick replied: "It's that obvious, huh?"
"Not at all, but I see it in the occasional glances, hear it in the intonation when she voices your name -- which is often. I thought this minor infatuation would diminish and eventually disappear when she became pregnant. It did, but since the arrival of Avon it's bounced back again.
Merrick sucked in his breath and said: "I really don't think I've done anything to encourage her."
Brian seemed to appreciate that comment. He smiled and patted Merrick on the shoulder. "Thanks for telling me that -- it underpins what I think, which is it's a classic case of fixation. Because of the long hours I work, she sees me as being boring; never on hand it seems to her when she needs me. So she buried herself into books, mostly fiction, and through that has become a romantic. She sees you as being exiting, repeatedly taking the main chance, doing things romantically -- like going to New York City to release the shackles on your sweetheart. You represent what she dreams about -- and not only that, you are seducer material. You are charming, rather ruggedly handsome and you have a bedroom manner about you. What more could any woman want?"
Merrick sat pondering that.
Brian had responded without any sign of aggression or self-pity; he remained very affable -- seriously affable, and this cheered Merrick. Indeed, Brian had expressed himself so clinically he could have been talking about someone else's wife. This was so unexpected.
"What do you want me to do?"
Without hesitation Brian said: "Whatever you wish. Let her grow out of it, or give you what she wants. Go live somewhere else perhaps. It's over to you -- but I make this one request: don't move away as it wouldn't really help anyone, me included. Good mates don't just materialize: they seem to be thin on the ground. Thanks for raising this; it must have been difficult for you. It marks you as a true friend."
"Thanks mate," Merrick said humbly, aware that such declarations man-to-man are rather uncommon.
"Oh, another thing, Merrick. Say nothing to Marg about this and don't withdraw from her. It would seem that she needs you emotionally. Can I get you another soda?
"Lime, please."
They chatted, watching the passing parade on the boardwalk, as the bar steadily filled. The subject of lunch was raised by Brian when two women in their late thirties/early forties walked up to them and one of them asked without embarrassment, "May we join you guys?"
Merrick appeared diffident but Brian surprisingly took charge and felt very confident: "Please, sit down. We welcome the opportunity of being in the company of two beautiful women." Actually he thought neither was beautiful, but neither did they look like hookers -- they had an up-market manner about them.
"We were interested watching you two talk -- you appeared to be so deep into it, so animated," said the darker woman who'd introduced herself as Melissa Lynch. "It's rare to see men talk head-to-head without hearing their bouts of obscene laughter as the joke or story unfolds."
Merrick entered the conversation, rather stiffly. "Have your husbands gone over the mountains to the car racing?"
"No," replied Karen. "That's my Cory over there at the bar -- he owns this joint. Melissa's Jerry is out somewhere on his fishing boat."
"So, is must be handy having a husband who owns a bar?"
"Yes and no -- he also owns another bar and a restaurant. He once owned more, inherited from his father, but had to liquidate a bit to give his first wife a going away present."
This casualness of Californian women in talking about relationships with the opposite sex slightly unnerved Brian, so he blurted, "Holy smoke; then what are you doing talking to the likes of us?"
"We want somebody to take us to lunch -- we'll pay."
"Er..."
"We'll be honored to escort two charming Mesdames to a refueling station," Merrick said jauntily.
"Have you been crunched? Karen asked. Both women stared at Merrick's right leg elevated on the wheelchair extension, and his right arm in a sling.
"No, he's just had a reversal of a vasectomy."
Both women shrieked with laughter and the two men grinned.
"My God, can they do that? Melissa asked, wide-eyed. "How do you know if it's successful?"
"We probably need a half dozen volunteers," Brian said.
"We can quickly round up four other girlfriends."
Merrick gaped at Karen until she blushed. She laughed, saying that she also was a leg-puller.
As they were about to leave Brian said, "I guess I better tell your Cory where we're going -- perhaps it would be couth to invite him to join us?"
Grinning, Karen said: "Tell him if you wish, but do you know where we're going? He'll assume that we are in safe hands, although he won't know that Merrick here has had his tubes rejoined. If he knew that he might be really worried. How many years is it since you last shot a full load Merrick?"
Merrick colored. Karen and Melissa stared at him, waiting for his answer presumably with academic interest. Belief in the vasectomy reversal appeared to have taken hold.
"Eighteen years," croaked Merrick.
"My God, some little bob-tailed bunny is going to get the surprise of her life very soon!" Karen said. She clutched Melissa and they convulsed in laughter.
They went passed Cory on the way out. Karen leaned over the bar, kissed him and said: "We're taking these English guys over to Beachcomber. You can join us if you wish."
"No, I'm waiting for Ronnie to deliver our meat order. Enjoy yourselves guys. These babes are almost as solicitous as under-worked hookers."
"Asshole," Karen cried, swinging at him with her handbag but missing as he ducked, grinning and winking at Brian.
Disappointingly, Beachcomber was a rather nondescript and untidy restaurant from the outside -- rather messy architecturally, and nor was the interior uplifting.
A handsome young man dressed in white shirts, block trousers and shiny black shoes and wearing a long black apron approached them with a smile worthy of a toothpaste advertisement. Both women greeted him as Antonio, and he kissed their outstretched hands.
"Separate tables, senoras?" he enquired.
"Si, But close enough so we can talk."
"Si."
Merrick growled at Brian, wondering what was going on. Brian was also nonplussed. What kind of game were the women playing? They were enlightened.
"You might find this arrangement peculiar boys," said Karen, weaving the wheelchair between tables. She'd obviously decided she'd take Merrick, confirmed by Melissa hooking her arm around Brian's.
"The truth is that business at Vinny's here has been very slow, particular for lunches. Cory, being the businessman he is, has asked us to take a couple of men for a complimentary lunch to help make the restaurant appear busy. So there's nothing more in this for you two than a free lunch."
"Oh," responded Brian, in a small boy's voice, sounded very disappointed.
The two women cackled helplessly. He had sounded if he'd lost his prized toy.
Merrick remained neutral, and thoughtful. "That's a commendable initiative, but a rather cumbersome way of going about it, don't you think"
"Cumbersome? What do you mean?' Karen asked, bending over the top of the chair as they reached the outdoor table to look at Merrick. The fragrance of her perfume wafted over him, infiltrating his mind as it was designed to do. Her dark, almost violet eyes locked on his, the wheelchair crashing into their table with a glancing blow. Fortunately it hit the side of Merrick's good leg.
"Jesus, I'm sorry Merrick. I'm notorious as an undisciplined driver. Are you all right?"
Brian has turned in alarm, but saw his patient was laughing. In fact Merrick, he thought, seemed to be enjoying the incident, with Karen's not inconsiderable cleavage inches from his face as she brushed Merrick's forehead tenderly with his lips, just as a mother would do to a child involved in a scrap.
"Where was I? Oh, yes. Cumbersome. You were about to savage our marketing plan."
"No, I was not mounting an attack, Karen. What you are doing is commendable in principle but cumulatively it will have little more effect than a feather dart up a duck's ass."
Karen and Mellissa looked shocked, while Brian sported a big grin, aware that this was classic Merrick.
"That's both very critical and rather vulgar, Merrick."
"Well," responded Merrick, "Both you and Cory must be aware that you are only pawing the ground -- you're wallpapering over the deficiencies instead of working to root them out."
"Root them out -- is that a New Zealand male expression; it sounds very male?" queried Melissa.
"I could have said eradicate but wasn't sure that Californian blondes could handle such a big word," Merrick grinned.
Ignoring the finger from Karen and Melissa's poking tongue, he continued: "Taking two men to lunch -- I guess you do two shifts -- is only playing with the problem. You need to look at the operation globally, analyzing its strengths and weaknesses and then moving forward intelligently with those findings."
Karen looked at Merrick as if he were the Thirteenth Disciple. "Okay, Mr Mastermind, our lunch partners have never bothered to talk to me like this. So, tell me about moving forward."
Brian cast a worried look at Merrick, but his friend did not look like a victim sinking into a hole he'd dug for himself. The bastard was enjoying himself; he had Karen dancing on a string!
Merrick began by saying that six even eight couples eating under umbrellas in front of the premises with another eight couples inside would not necessarily lure more people inside. "Why should they come in? The premises are neither inviting nor different. Restaurant patrons are very demanding, unless they are drunk. They expect a little excitement, to be pampered a little and to be entertained, even at a low-priced establishment. Look around you," Merrick urged, warming up. "This place looks a dump -- it is a dump. I bet this restaurant replicates hundreds of similar restaurants all over Los Angles, right?"
Karen looked at him coldly while Melissa drawled 'Yes,' pressing her knee against Brian's causing him to reach for his water glass to cover his confusion. The women had previously indicated there would be no 'afters'.
"Make this place physically different so that it heightens the expectations of passing prospective clients so when lured inside they are not disappointed. Regulars also need to acknowledge that this is the place to be. Give regulars first-rate ambience, service and food that satisfies them; give casual customers the dining experience they desire. Then and only then will you see a major turnaround."
"Merrick, I'm sorry but don't you think Cory and I know all that -- Cory is an experienced operator. Have you even run a restaurant?"
Brian interjected: "Karen, you are not listening to him. You have your pre-conceived ideas and you want him to say some magical words to you; the magic comes when set up properly and run it with aplomb. The elements are here -- a tremendous location, a reasonable building and that smart young waiter presents a great image but after him, what is there?"
Karen looked rather hostile and clasped Melissa's hand when it was held out to her.
"Listen to my mate Merrick, Karen. Nothing will change unless you and Cory change. We don't doubt that you are experienced operators, but this particular location perhaps needs different treatment. Your main clientele are beachfront strollers, not slack mum and dad diners who go to the same comfortable place for thirty years, with the express mission of shoveling down food and getting half-pissed at minimal cost. I bet many of those people promenading past here are international dining sophisticates and even some of the beach-bum types are used to eating low price meals in places with some class and character. This place has no character, believe me -- believe Merrick."
"OK Brian. I do hear you two. But you must concede you are not experts in the restaurant trade."
"That is readily conceded," Merrick said.
"Yeah, but we are very discriminate diners and we're also Kiwis?"
"Kiwis, Brian? What on earth does that mean?" Melissa asked, a hand now on Brian's thigh.
"New Zealanders have an international reputation as being practical problem solvers."
"And who gave them that reputation -- fellow New Zealanders?" Karen snapped.
"Cory's consultant advised him to create the impression that this restaurant is popular. The consultant said what you have said and that is most of our potential trade are people walking by. She said our sole objective has to be to drag those people in here. We paid a lot of money for that advice so Merrick what do you have to say to that?"
"Fuck consultants, they are usually failed business people or are academics either unable or unwilling to transpose themselves into the real world."
Karen clapped her hands, saying she agreed entirely that their preoccupation seemed to be on fee mining.
"Some consultants are good. In the world of medicine we..."
"Sorry Brian," interrupted Merrick. "But could we keep focus -- we are detailing with retail here, customer food and beverage service."
"Right, go ahead, mate."
Merrick told Karen that he did not believe that she and Cory would accept the consultant's recommendation "to drag people in" as being the complete answer; something had to happen for those people once they were contained.
"Look at them," Merrick said, waving his good hand at the streams of people passing on the beachfront; hundreds of potential customers. "What you have to do is to say to them, 'Hullo, here we are; we are different'."
"Hullo, here we are," Karen said, almost absentmindedly.
Merrick's eyes were attacked to her left hand as she adjusted the top of her dress. He raised his eyes to meet Brian's gaze. Brian's eyes were cocked quizzically as if saying, "This is bullshit, mate."
Shifting his butt into a more comfortable position in his wheelchair, Merrick decided to let fly. The worst that could happen was the women would walk out on them, leaving them to pay the bill and to thereby reinforce the saying, 'There's no such thing as a free lunch.
"Right he said -- here goes. Just sit back and listen, Karen." Merrick said that the restaurant looked ten years out of date, the interior was uninviting, giving dinners no sense of arrival apart from the view beyond the open front sliding doors to the beach and ocean. "Encouragingly," he said, "the staff appear to be very professional, the menu is varied and interesting and the food we have had so far has been of excellent standard. So what needs attention is the exterior -- signaling, 'Here I am" plus an ambience that when one walks in signals, 'This is where I want to be.' Tie those essentials to the existing good food and service and bingo -- you'll be drawing in the custom you deserve."
Karen looked a little miffed. "Excuse me, Merrick, but as I've already said, Cory and I are experienced operators. Don't you think we know what to do?"
Merrick shrugged: "Do you mind if I take a look at the CDs."
Karen wheeled him over to behind the bar, although Merrick was capable of doing that himself.
"There's no need to go over the top, Merrick," said Karen. "We've enjoyed the company of your both -- in fact you're two of the best."
"Thanks for those kind words, Karen. But look at this: this stuff is crap, designed to drive beach dinners away. They don't want to hear sleepy Mantovani and thunderous Pavarotti with a little bit of strident Streisand. Your customers are on the beach, close to nature, with a sense of adventure in the air."
"If you say so Merrick."
Merrick wheeled back and spoke to Brian, who went outside to the van.
Bloody Merrick, thought Brian, sorting through the CDs in the van. He'd complicated what could have been a lovely sociable lunch with two lively babes. He'd goofed it up and there goes my chance with Melissa.
Brian arrived back with the CD and Merrick asked Karen what was the authorities' restricted limit on the volume control of the speaker system.
Karen called Antonia over who said it was 'red-lined' at twelve on the volume control.
"Antonio," said Merrick. "Put this CD on and wind the volume to fourteen. Complainants and officials without testing gear would be unable to confidently tell the difference between twelve and fourteen in volume. Anyway, you probably have to be warned about excessive noise levels before offices take the next step. Just obey them if they issue a warning."
Antonio looked questioningly at Karen. She looked as if she was wavering, so Merrick dug his fingers into her thigh just above the knee. She jumped and nodded a yes to Antonio.
"I'm a married woman," she hissed to Merrick.
"And I've done nothing to relieve you of that status," he whispered, flat-faced.
Karen stared at him and then giggled.
The 'Best of the Beach Boys' began thumping out.
"Christ, Melissa said brightly. "This is the music I used to hear way back in the days when I was just beginning to find out that boys had some use after all."
She said that loudly, and the few nearby diners laughed, causing Melissa to cringe.
"Always be proud of your past unless you have been vindictive or acted unlawfully,"
"There was go again -- Merrick the oracle," smiled Karen.
"No -- he's just a Kiwi," giggled Melissa.
Karen conceded that the music was "persuasive'. "But what's loud music going to do for us expected to get handed a violation notice?"
Patting her on the arm, Merrick said: "Karen -- notice how people here are speaking louder to make themselves heard over the music? None appear displeased and I can see one or two diners tapping their fingers in tune. This is beach territory, Karen, and many of these adults probably grew up on the Beach Boys even though are probably hail from Kansas or Ireland. Just give it time."
Like most Americans, Karen spent give minutes asking about New Zealand and then going on for twenty minutes around the glories of the United States, with Melissa adding her comments.
"Take a breather, Karen."
"Sorry, Merrick. Am I going on a bit?"
"Not at all, it's been very educational. But take a look at your restaurant."
Karen looked around. Every table under the umbrellas was taken and inside only five or six tables remained empty.
"This is amazing," she burbled. "We never had the restaurant this full for lunch expect on holidays or during special events."
She went around to Merrick and kissed him a smacker between the eyes. He nuzzled her cleavage as she did so, enjoying her natural scent and perfume.
"What more can you suggest?"
"But aren't I am idiot New Zealander?"
Brian and Melissa watched this byplay, grinning. Melissa now had her arm around Brian's back.
"No, you are the best, most entertain, enterprising person that I've ever had lunch with, apart from Cory.
"No better than Cory?"
"You've been elevated in my estimation, Merrick. Don't push it."
Brian looked at Karen closely. She must have been quite a beauty in her younger day. But now her face showed the ravages of excessive exposure to the sun, wind and probably the surf. Crow's feet were prominent, and her chin flap, breasts and probably her stomach and thighs would be heavier that in her glory days. One the other hand she had the mature women's sense of presence, an acid tongue uplifted by impish humor that younger women usually have not yet developed. That was a counter-balance that appeared to him. Marg had it, and so did Kirsty. He wondered if Merrick would fall under her spell, not that she appeared to be waving a wand at him.
"What do you think could be done to physically attack custom, Merrick?" Brian asked. He told Karen that Merrick was a professional photographer with a highly developed appreciation of visual presentation, perspective and, of course, ambience.
"May I be ruthless?"
"Oh dear, Merrick, sighed Karen, lifting her sunglasses above her brow. "Please give me a minute to prepare." Karen waved to a bargirl and ordered another beer for Brian, iced tea for Merrick and peach Bellinis for Melissa and herself.
They were now a foursome, Antonia having shifted them as newcomers wanted a table. The drinks arrived; Karen took a deep draught of her champagne cocktail and said: "I'm all ears, Merrick."
"The exterior of these premises as you approached from the street are forgettable, and I imagine the appearance from the boardwalk is only marginally better. The interior looks like the majority of restaurants -- homely, meaning clean and tidy and altogether wholesome, which means it would earn a low rating. Families and laid-back couples are used to going into such restaurants. But for this restaurant those types are not your catchment -- your potential clientele from what I've seen are tourists or holidaymakers and couples of all ages who walk hand-in-hand."
"So, what would attract those people?
"An environment, I would suggest, that compliments their euphoria of being in vacation or feeling of intimacy. So -- out go these yellow and orange painted walls incorporating huge murals of swordfish and crabs. In their place should be a wall mural of a surfer going through a pipeline at dusk with the sunset lighting her athletic power. Another wall could be a desert scene, with a rider on a camel cresting a sand hill, a woman in white draped romantically within his arms. A peaceful unbelievably beautiful underwater reef scene could be on the third all, leaving the unromantic to focus on the plain wall on both sides of the bar.
"Don't forget tables with sea grass tops and chair frames made of stout bamboo."
"Now you're cooking," Merrick said enthusiastically, giving her another horse bite just above the knee.
"Jesus!" Karen yelped. "That hurt, and I'll be bruised for days."
"Good -- that one was to ensure that when you wake up in the morning beside a hand-wandering Cory, you will remember what we were talking about."
"You are a strange man, Merrick. However I really like you," she said, massaging her painful lower thigh.
Brian wondered how Merrick could so such a thing to a woman virtually a stranger to him, and get away with it. If he'd tried that with a woman he'd either get his face slapped or she'd call the cops, or both. Women always seemed to be all over Merrick whereas they never looked twice at him. Correction: when women learned that he was a doctor they came on to him strongly, attempting to get a free consultation or else seeking confirmation that the opinion of their medical practitioner was sound. Precisely as that thought was drifting out of his mind Melissa's hand dropped directly on to his crotch, making him gasp.
Christ! She'd touched him sexually, uninvited and without any encouragement. He couldn't believe this was happed. He turned to Melissa and smiled weakly. She smiled right back at him, opening her lips AND her teeth; he could see her tongue flicking back and forth. She was now trying to stroke him. Brian began to perspire. Normally his mind categorized women into three groups -- patients, family and friends and thirdly women whom he found desirable, and that last group included Marg. Brian found difficulty in thinking they were women he'd like to bounce around with; that was rather improper. Yet sometimes his thoughts about a woman did border on the depraved. That, of course, was perfectly natural, wasn't it? No such answer ever came because Brian was too embarrassed to discuss such a subject, not even with Marg or Merrick.
When Melissa's hand had landed in his lap he'd immediately wormed his hand under hers, gripped it. She'd looked at him in a calculating fashion and deftly flipped his hand upwards, allowing it to pressure her hand against his stirring penis. Close to panic he looked at Merrick, but he was in deep conversation with Karen. He attempted to pull her hand away, but Melissa gritted her teeth and resisted. Hell, everyone in the restaurant must be looking at them! Furtively, Brian scanned all around them. Everyone seemed to have their focus elsewhere, which was a relief.
Melissa flipped her hand again, still under Brian's hand, and squeezed. Brian jumped; she smiled, appearing ready to giggle. Brian felt the need to pull out his handkerchief in his right-hand pocket, to mop his brow, but pulling his hand away --he'd managed to lift her hand off his tackle and on to his thigh -- Melissa would be free to grope him at will.
"I need to go for a visit," she said, looking at Karen who replied, "I'll come with you."
As they walked off Brian wanted to tell Merrick about what Melissa had been doing to him. But usually that only talked that intimately when they were rather intoxicated.
How would he start: Melissa has been playing with me under the table? Merrick being Merrick would reply, 'Then I think you better go off with her and shag her'. He'd say that in normal voice, causing people at surrounding tables to look at Brian as if he were some sort of sex fiend. Brian felt his confidence sag. He couldn't say that out cold to Merrick. No way!
Merrick eyed him: "What are you thinking mate, you look so pensive?"
"Oh, I was hoping that my locum is managing OK."
"You don't want to worry about that mate. You're thousands of miles away. Concentrate on where you are. "Take a good look at Melissa. Why don't you have a go -- she looks ripe for plucking?"
"Plucking?"
"That's what I said. Want it in plain English."
"No." Brian gulped. Here was the opening he required. Merrick would listen, not be surprised now, and perhaps even offer advice. It had been years -- in fact since meeting Marg all those years ago -- that Brian had gone head to head with another woman who he didn't know. Those exceptions were women at medical conferences.
The worrying thing about this encounter was the Melissa was taking the initiative. This was rather unnerving. "Karen seems interested in your ideas for promote this business."
"Well, nothing to it really: sixty percent bullshit, twenty percent commonsense and twenty percent perception based on experiences of going into restaurants that have had an impact on me. It's that last twenty percent that counts. It's just like any proposed action -- eighty percent of your mind instinctively tells you to proceed or can it, which is fine. The other twenty percent, more or less, is the intelligent critique that possibly holds the key and should be examined before any action is taken. But how often is ignored or, for that matter, is its existence is even recognized?
Brian sat glumly. Merrick hadn't helped him at all and was now prattling on about some phantom twenty percent of one's reasoning. Ninety-nine percent of him was telling him to get up and run. As sure as hell he wasn't going to find a profound answer in that remaining one percent justifying sticking around in the expectation that Melissa would invite him to shaft her. Right now, Brian thought darkly, the two women were in the ladies' powder room laughing themselves sick as Melissa related how she'd aroused him. Women could be so treacherous!
Karen and Melissa returned to the table, Melissa sitting down and Karen remaining standing. Well, that glimmer of hope had died, thought Brian. Karen was preparing a strategic withdrawal. Well, he had no objection. He had no desire to commit adultery, did he? No! Well, probably not.
Before Brian could debate with himself that sudden shift in ethical thinking, Karen flashed a stunning smile at him. "Toss me the keys, Brian. I want to take Merrick back to talk to Cory. He'll present his thoughts better than I could.
"Here Melissa, you take my keys. You guys stay here for a drink or two then perhaps you might visit some of the sights off the tourist beats. We'll need some time to convince Cory. By the way, Brian, can Merrick have a couple of wines? His tongue is hanging out."
Brian couldn't believe this was happening. Melissa must have taken Karen to the bathroom to set this up. She obviously wanted him! OK, no more than two. We go in for an appraisal tomorrow so I don't want anything to screw that up. He'll probably exchange his wheelchair for crutches or even a walking stick."
"That's great Merrick -- we wish you luck," said Melissa, who'd pulled her chair up against Brian but kept a narrow gap between them.
"Thanks for the meal, Karen," Brian said. "Merrick has you guys on the right track, I'm sure."
"Bye bye, Brian. It was nice meeting you," said Karen. In a neutral voice she said she'd see Melissa soon.
"Cheerio, guys," Merrick called, as he was being wheeled away. He looked slightly surprised, as if he was going before the main act.
Brian wondered if that thought about Merrick's surprise was a figment in his imagination. Currently his imagination was very active and exceedingly vivid -- he'd just had a mindful of Melissa, totally nude. His thoughts were not remotely like what occupied his mind when dealing with half-dressed patients. This was total erotica!
"Let's go, lover," Melissa said, standing and waving the car keys provocatively.
Can one wave keys provocatively? Brian wasn't sure but he was noticing every movement she made, although she made no effort to touch him. Twice she pouted at him provocatively and YES, one can pout very provocatively. And twice she had licked her top lip; he'd not seen her do that even once in the entire time that had been together before that.
Merrick was right -- she was ripe for plucking. What a far nicer term that the usual male description. Brian followed her delightfully swaying butt to the bar.
"Good afternoon, Mrs Lee, Sir. I trust everything was to your satisfaction," the manager said, handing back Kirsty's father's CD. "We've been exceptionally busy today -- it must have been the Beach Boys' music," he laughed. The laugh converted into a puzzled look when both Melissa and Brian nodded in agreement with his comment. Brian slipped him twenty dollars.
Firing the engine of the Saab, Melissa asked, "Would you like to go on the secret tourist tour or do something else?"
Brian didn't hesitate: "Oh, a cup of home brewed coffee would take my fancy."
Melissa pounced on him, kissing him with a hungry open mouth. You're my boy, buckled up and let's go!" she said huskily, She drove out in front of an approached car and accelerated out into the fast lane before the other driver managed to angrily sound his car horn.
The experience left Brian bewildered. It was an unromantic coupled, not at all what Brian had composed in expectation in the rarely used smutty compartment of his mind.
"We'd better get straight into it," Melissa had said, shedding clothes as she walked into the bedroom. "Lock the door, please." She had well-shaped legs, and her buns, emphasized by the thong, looked firm and -- well -- ready to carry the weight of the plucking.
Brian began removing his clothes, watching her hands rise behind her back and then her bra go flying across the room to drape obscenely over a picture on the wall.
She turned: "How do I look?"
"Bloody magnificent," Brian said.
Actually, she was in good shape. Thighs and stomach very trim -- better contoured than Marg but her mons did not stand out provocatively like Marg's and her breasts dropped lower.
Melissa rolled on to her back on top of the bed and drew up her knees, opening them wide. Her fingers worked on her nipples.
He finished undressing, not bothering to turn away. She watched intently said holding out her arms to him said, "My, that pole looks ready for action."
As they sat at the kitchen bar, drinking coffee and refreshed after showing separately -- she being anxious to get Karen's car back to her and to be in the clear before her husband returned -- Brian felt that he'd cheated; definitely he'd been cheated. He sighed, and deservedly so. Adultery had been the expected outcome; there was no question about the inevitability of that. What had been unexpected was Melissa's indifference because as soon as he'd climbed beside her she'd pulled at his arms moaning, 'Hurry, hurry', trying to haul him on top of her. Brian loved foreplay. Well, he thought, if she wanted a quickie to get her going, he was the man.
Plugging away he felt her racking his back with her fingers, putting those long nails of hers at risk. She groaned and moaned, gasping instructions to have him thrusting at the angle she apparently preferred. Suddenly -- too suddenly for Brian -- she convulsed and the wetness under them became like a ponding. Melissa's hands fell away from him, her reciprocal rocking ceasing.
The bitch, Brian thought. She'd got what she wanted, to hell with him! He now had to grind unaided to a finish.
In the shower he'd grinned, realizing that positions of the proverbial 'bang, bang thank you ma'am' male had been reversed. Many female patients had complained to him that their partners lost interest immediately upon ejaculation. Well, he now had clinical knowledge of what they were complaining about. As he had continued, it felt little different to pounding a pillow -- at least he thought that might be so.
"Come on, come on," virtually completed Melissa's final contribution.
Brian picked up the pace but apparently that was not good enough. She raised her head and sank her teeth painfully into his shoulder.
"Christ!" he'd bellowed, erupting.
As they got into the car she had the audacity to smile and say, "You were good."
Brian had never hit a woman, and this became a close first. Really, she'd earned herself a good clip over the ear. That thought appalled him -- not only had he betrayed Marg but he'd thought of striking another person, a woman.
Looking darkly out of the car window he felt that he'd sunk almost as low as one could. Unbelievably his first affair with a stranger since marriage had not been almost celestial - white flowers floating through his mind as he gazed at the adorable feminine form stretched on the bed like in a famous painting, holding her hands out and whispering, "Come to me my love."
He'd showered, but still did not feel clean. Melissa's home had been immaculate, and fitted out expensively. So the environment was immaculate. Yet he felt unclean as if he'd taken some dame in a nightclub outside into a dark back alley, lifting her on to his crutch and pounding her, knowing only her first name.
Brian had never planned to be unfaithful, never though much about it actually taking place, though a cerebral thought within in occasionally whispered, "It will be great." Those promiscuous thoughts had come more often since realization that Marg had mentally attached herself to Merrick; she appeared to be discreetly, very discreetly, stalking Merrick. He'd never seen Merrick recuperating beyond his normal, open affection towards his best mate's spirited wife.
Brian had automatically expected Melissa to give him an awesome display of her sexual prowess, and with high emotions triggering electrical discharges between them. They both had lean, tight bodies and fitted like hand and glove. But instead of indescribable beauty -- or even unbridled lust -- it had simply been a machine-like copulation with Melissa tailing off with the end not in sight.
That would have to rate as one of the worst fucks ever, Brian scowled. Driving back to the bar where they'd first met, it was left to Melissa to make the conversation. Unbelievably, she started off with sex.
"Did he put it around much?"
"Not really," was his reply. For goodness sake, what a question to ask a man. Next she'd probably ask, 'Was I any good.' If she did, Brian was of a mind to answer bluntly. He knew he wouldn't answer like that, and was relieved that the conversation shifted.
She asked did he like to travel.
"Yeah, we have at least one trip a year."
"Trip?"
"Vacation."
"Oh."
"And you?"
"Jerry and I go up to Canada a bit and love Mexico, and we've been to fishing symposiums in Europe three times. We're not interesting in going to New Zealand but what can you tell me about Australia -- it's such a huge country full of kangaroos and koala beers and big rocks. That much I know through TV ads -- Oh, and they have a big iron bridge spanning a harbor that's used to set off fireworks."
That level of conversation occupied them until they got back to the bar.
As they entered, Melissa suddenly took Brian by the hand and led him into the room, a huge smile lighting her face. She pushed her hair back with her other hand and upon seeing Cory, Karen and Merrick, she yawned hugely and greeted them.
Brian smiled weakly, realizing that he was being paraded as a trophy. He imagined his working end shriveling to come barely and inch long. That pathetic piece of self-pity less than five seconds -- in fact the aforesaid piece of anatomy actually revived when Brian's eyes rested on the swells of Karen's breasts and he wondered idly whether she would be a better lay than her friend. With a jolt Brian realized he had turned the corner of respectability and there was now a touch of a seducer to his character that had not existed prior to lunchtime on this very day. Was he comfortable about that?
Dwelling on that question he looked up from Karen's midriff to find her looking at him intently. Her lips parted slightly and either she pushed her pelvis towards him slightly or he imagined it. What was happening? Until today women had never given him more than a passing glance.
Then Brian noticed Cory was looking at him rather quizzically. Oh hell. Brian realized he was acting just like Marg eying up Merrick but that he lacked her skill.
"Great location you have for your beachfront restaurant, Cory."
"Yeah," said Cory, now smiling. "We paid through the nose to get it and now, thanks to you guys with your couple of good ideas, we'll think positively of what we're going to do with it. I've already ducked out and bought three CDs of the Beach Boys for starters."
"That's the way to go, Cory. Good luck."
"Thanks -- Brian, isn't it? What can I get you guys to drink?"
Brian ordered a Cab Sav. Watching Cory walk to go behind the bar he realized that he was going to have to polish his act if was to develop an active interest in other women, otherwise their men folk would be on to him. Exercise professional standards, he grinned.
"What are you grinning about?" "Oh Karen. Sorry, I just had a cute thought."
"Really, how interesting. You are an interesting man, Brian. Initially I had the impression you were shy, but methinks you're a dark horse. Melissa tells me you didn't go seeing the sights, you naughty boy. Watch yourself there; hon. Jerry is big and enormously strong."
"Thanks for the friendly warning, but I have no problem. Melissa was only trophy hunting so there won't be a next time."
"Oh really? How long are you staying around here, Brian?" She lowered her voice: "Unlike Melissa I'm more interested in just getting myself off."
Brian and Merrick left an hour later. Cory shook hands with them enthusiastically; Melissa kissed both of them demurely while Karen kissed Merrick on the lips but only shook hands with Brian. However there was a piece of paper in her hand and he secured the transfer, thumbing it against his palm.
After getting Merrick settled in the van which was no trouble as Merrick was now very strong on his feet, Brian paused at the driver's door to read the note. It was short: 'Phone me any weekday afternoon at two-thirty', and it gave the number.
"You look happy," Merrick said, as they drove off.
"Yeah."
"You drilled Melissa, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Good on you mate, you needed perking up. Now as soon as Marg gets back from Southern California drill her, and you won't feel so guilty. An old retired postman gave me that tip."
"I don't believe that."
"He reckoned it never fails."
"Well, as least Marg will be an improvement."
"What, no good?"
"In a hurry, got what she wanted, then immediately lost interest."
"Oh no, how disappointing. You know Brian; you let her assume control -- never do that. Now, as you appear to be a new boy on the block, let me give you some advice."
It was one of the most interesting tutorials Brian had ever received.
They arrived home to find the women were still out there somewhere. Another hour passed before they arrived, deadbeat.
"We did the factory outlets," Kirsty apologized, feet up and starting on her first martini.
"It was wonderful," Bess said.
Kirsty said: "Then I made the mistake of saying to Bess there wasn't much excitement at their local mall and the women dressed rather casually. Bess pushed me into the car and I asked where were we going and she said, 'Into central LA my girl, to where it's all happening. First, I'll give you a jaw-breaking drive up and down Rodeo Drive. Oh guys, you should have been with us. It was just like the movies and I imagined I was Julia Roberts in 'Pretty Woman' riding in a limo. It was fantastic."
Bess cut in. "Now, look what Kirsty and I bought. More drinks please Brian, shopping is thirsty work thought I must say you look a bit pooped yourself."
Brain had the grace to blush.
"Just ate and drank a bit too much, I guess," said Brian. "At this sitting around is not good for us."
The next round of drinks was handed out, a soda for Merrick.
"Here's to a successful appearance before the specialist tomorrow Merrick."
Everyone toasted Merrick enthusiastically.
*To Be Continued...* | literotica |
Title: How I Became an Escort Pt. 01
Tags: escort, paid, lingerie, penetration, oral, vanilla, bed, kiss, cuddle
The first thing to say is that this story is called 'How I...' not 'Why I...'. The why is not a long story, I did for the adventure. At the time I had just hit 30. I had a good job in an office but there wasn't much chance of promotion. I was single and loving it, I went on dates and did have sexual relationships but nothing long term. That isn't to say that I was promiscuous, in fact more of my dates were left disappointed than those who made it to my bed. Physically I'm tall and slender but I have curvy hips and a bust to match. I also have flawless dark skin and shoulder length hair, I'm a good-looking package all round, If I do say so myself.
I had started to get into Internet dating with the aim of meeting people for fun both in and out of the bedroom. It was fun but at the same time it could be a little frustrating. I wasn't really getting my sense of adventure satisfied. Then one day I stumbled onto a website that listed escorts. At that time I didn't know that more refined, high class, escorts existed. I only knew about street prostitution but this website piqued my curiosity. I found myself looking at the listings of the women, and at their websites, finding that most of them were women a lot like me. I found myself thinking that instead of the dating sites I could do this and be paid for it.
I didn't actually need the money, my job paid me well enough that after my rent and weekly outgoings I had enough left over for luxuries and holidays. I didn't have an overactive libido either; I didn't need daily sex and rarely masturbated. I wasn't starved for attention and nor did have anything unpleasant in my childhood. I had no overriding reason for selling myself other than something deep inside of me wanted to do it. I spent around a year on and off thinking about becoming an escort at times I was sure I could at other times I was sure I couldn't. I needed to know more to find out from someone who had actually done it, someone who would answer my questions or tell me to forget all about it.
Of course in those days communication wasn't as easy as it is now. Social Networks didn't exist or if they did they only served small groups. The chief way of communicating to people on the Internet was still the message board. After a lot of thought I went looking for message boards for escorts. I had a look at a few of them most of which were full of flame wars and trolls. In fact that might have been enough to put me off the whole idea if I hadn't found a message board that was both informative and troll free. I signed up and lurked for about a month, I looked at posts and read comments that the women made about things they had done or were asked to do. I also read the warnings that were put up about some people. I was still at this point in two minds. I decided that I still needed to talk one to one with someone.
One woman who posted regularly on the message board was named Joy. Well actually she wasn't but I'm not using real names here. Joy was a little older than me but was also black. Her posts were both funny and insightful plus she seemed to be the one that people turned to for advice. I had a look at her website which was classy and although it had nude images none of them were explicit, plus in all photos her face was either hidden or blurred. Everything about it seemed to speak to my idea of what an escort should be. So I wrote her a carefully worded private message. I think I waited a good quarter of an hour between finishing the message and pressing send. I felt that I was crossing a line that I was taking a step to make fantasy a reality. I didn't know at that point that would be the first line of many that I would cross.
I think part of me hoped that Joy would tell me to get lost. If she had I probably would have quit trying to become an escort. However Joy's reply was sweet and encouraging. We spent about a week sending messages back and fourth, Joy was able to answer a lot of my questions and also asked me a lot of very thought provoking questions. Then Joy asked me if I wanted to meet her so we could chat properly. I jumped at the chance and we arranged to meet at Joy's apartment in the City.
I sort of felt like I was going to see Joy professionally, I was meeting her in the apartment that she used for clients rather than where she lived, I had a time slot and was politely told not to be early, but I was only going to have a chat and I didn't have to pay for it.
I got to the apartment a couple of minutes early and decided to walk around the block. Joy's apartment was in a nice part of town just off of a busy street but with a very private entryway. As I walked I wondered how many of her nervous clients had paced these same streets. I looked at my watch again and decided that I was on time so I went back to the door and hit the buzzer marked 'ABC Website Design'. This is what the landlord and the neighbours thought that Joy's business was, and in part it was as she designed websites for other escorts.
After a short pause the intercom crackled into life and a voice said "Hello?"
"Hi it's Belle." I replied.
"Come right in top floor."
The door buzzed I pushed it open and went inside. The building was very clean and well serviced and there was even a small elevator. However I decided to take the stairs up to the third floor. I realised that although the building had been built to be apartments no one was using it as such. The first floor was the office for a small magazine about keeping urban chickens. The second floor had a sign next to the door reading Business Solutions. I have to admit I don't know what a Business Solutions company does, and I don't think I was alone as attached to the door was a to-let sign. I got to the third floor and the sign read 'ABC Website Design' I knocked on the door.
The door opened and Joy indicated that I should enter. Once she had shut the door behind me I turned and looked at her. It was strange that although I'd never seen her face she looked exactly as I had pictured her. She was wearing a Japanese style silk robe.
"It's nice to finally meet you Belle." She said and held out her arms and gave me a big hug. This made me feel a lot more comfortable; I'm a hugger as well and always hug my friends when we meet, I felt the warmth and friendship of Joy's hug straight away and instantly felt as at ease as if I was with someone I had known for years.
"It's great to finally meet you as well." I said.
"Well come and sit down and I'll make you a cup of coffee." Joy said.
The apartment was open plan for the most part there was a small area with a couch and a coffee table, a desk with a computer on it a small galley kitchen area and two doors along the back wall. One of the doors was marked WC the other which was closed had no markings on it. I guessed that this was the room described on Joy's website as The Boudoir. At a glance this all looked like an office of a one woman website design company. The only sign that it was something else as I sat on the couch was a condom packet on the coffee table.
"Would you like coffee or tea?" Joy asked.
"Tea please." I replied.
"Milk and Sugar?" Joy asked.
"Just milk please." I said.
Joy put the kettle on and started to make the drinks. Once she was done she came and sat next to me. We chatted for about half an hour it was great to be able to talk to Joy and I felt happy and in my mind I was making the decision to move forward into become an escort. I guess that Joy was seeing that in me as she suggested that she put me onto her website as a duo partner. That way I could meet a client for the first time with Joy and feel safer than being on my own. Joy told me to think about it and give her a call later in the evening.
I left Joy's with my head spinning a little. The idea of a duo session with her was appealing and I thought that would be an ideal toe in the water. But I also didn't want to make a snap decision. I spent the afternoon thinking it over and I also went onto Joy's website and looked at the links to a review site. In the past Joy had done duo sessions with a lady named Tina. Tina had decided to retire but there were still a couple of reviews. I read through them and thought that there was nothing that I couldn't handle, in fact some of what was described was a bit of a turn on. I made my mind up to take the next step. Later in the evening I called Joy and told her that I would love to do duos with her.
I arranged with Joy to go to her place again and have some photographs taken for her website. When the day came I packed a small holdall with a couple of sets of lingerie and a little make up kit. I wasn't exactly sure what sort of photographs they would be. Joy would be taking them so that made me feel at ease. I also mentally prepared myself for being nude in some of the shots. This didn't really bother me too much as I'm happy with my body, most of the time, well maybe not happy but comfortable with it. I knew that I didn't want my face shown on the website but that wouldn't be a problem as Joy's face isn't shown so I knew that she would be able to blur it or crop the images so my face wasn't shown.
Having the photos taken was a lot of fun I got to Joys at about ten in the morning and she had everything all set up. The Boudoir was the room where she entertained clients and was set up with satin sheets and soft lighting. One thing that I hadn't noticed on my first visit was that a second door from the bathroom led into this room. Joy herself was wearing just an old pair of jeans and a loose tee shirt. We had a bit of a chat about the sort of photos that would be good and the clothes that I had with me. Joy also asked me if I would be happy posing nude, I told her that I was.
The first set of photos that she took was of me in a little black dress. It was actually a dress I had bought from an online retailer a few months before that turned out to be a little too small. It finished just above my stocking tops and could barely contain my breasts; it was so tight that I couldn't wear a bra under it. Joy directed me a little in how to pose although made it slightly harder by making me laugh as well.
I slipped out of the dress and posed for some photos topless. I started to feel a little nervous for the first time. Then Joy suggested that I lay on my back and she would shoot some photos of me removing my panties. It was this that stopped me being nervous, not that I gained some confidence from being nude on camera, but that the first time I tried it I got caught up with the hold up stockings I was wearing and for some reason both Joy and I collapsed laughing. The second time I took the stockings off first and we got the shot.
I posed nude for a few photos but all very demure. My neatly trimmed bush was just tantalisingly out of sight. After that I changed into a second set of lingerie as Joy stripped out of her tee shirt and jeans to reveal that she was wearing a very sexy red bra and panties. Using the auto timer on the camera Joy was able to take some shots of us together on the bed and kissing. Once we were done we both dressed and Joy got to work downloading the images onto her computer.
I helped Joy pick out three pictures for the website, one was with the dress on, one nude and one of us kissing. The ones of me taking my panties off would have to wait before they went on display, Joy made me a disk with the photos she had taken on and said that when I got my own website she would be happy to build it for me. I also wrote a little bio and list of do's and don'ts, the things I was happy to do and what I wasn't, and the two days of the week when I wasn't at my regular job. Joy said she would make the page up and email me a version for approval later in the evening.
The email from Joy came through and I looked at the mock up of the page. It looked very professional and had all the details correct. The photos looked good, and the blurring effect that Joy used on my face didn't look too creepy. I sent a reply saying that I liked it. A few minutes later I got another email from Joy telling me to check out her website as I was live. I went to her website on the front page was a menu tab for 'Duos' I clicked on it and there I was. I felt the odd combination of nerves and excitement knowing that the page was live.
After the page went live I had two weeks of doubts. Joy had told me that it could take a while before someone asked for a duo. So I wasn't expecting anything right away but the waiting made me feel anxious. Then one day my phone rang when I was on the bus. I looked at the caller ID and it was Joy I answered.
"Hi Joy, I'm on the bus." I said.
"Oh okay, can you call me back later?" She said.
"Sure I should be home in about half an hour." I replied.
"I'll speak to you then, but just to let you know I've had a duo request. Speak soon. Bye." Joy said and hung up.
So there I am sat on a bus in a Friday afternoon traffic jam with the knowledge in my head that someone wants to pay me for sex. I think the absurdity of the situation helped. It was all I could do to stop laughing.
I got home and called Joy back she answered after a couple of rings.
"Hi Joy, It's Belle." I said.
"Hi Belle, so are you excited?" She asked.
"I'm excited and nervous but I'm ready." I said.
"Okay, well his name is Greg he is someone I have seen before so I know he is safe. He has asked for 2 hours on Monday from three. Is that good for you?"
That meant I would have the weekend to prepare myself.
"Yes that will be fine. What time should I get to you?" I asked.
"If you get to me at half two I can give you a little pep talk and we can be ready. Is that okay?"
"That will be fine." I replied.
"Just one thing, Greg doesn't know this will be your first time, I think it's better that he doesn't know." Joy said.
"Okay, that's good. Thank you again. I'm looking forward to Monday." I said.
"I am too sweetie see you then." Joy said and hung up.
I spent the weekend preparing myself for Monday. My head was in the right place. A man was going to pay me money for sex, not just sex but a fun sexy time with my friend and me. This was something that I had decided I wanted to do on my own and I had been given plenty of opportunities to back out. I was happy with the decision I had made and was looking forward to it. I also did some practical preparation. Joy had lent me a dildo and I practiced putting on and removing a condom. I didn't want to fluff the small stuff and with my snafu during the photo shoot in mind I also practiced stripping out of my lingerie. By Monday morning I was nervous but confident.
I had a nice long hot bath and slowly, carefully, got myself together. I put on a very lacy bra and matching panties plus a pair of hold up stockings. Over all this I put on a simple black dress, this was for wearing on the journey, I carefully placed a sexy little red dress in my holdall along with a kimono style gown and a vest and comfortable panties for the journey home. I checked that my little make up kit was in my handbag and then I headed out.
I got to Joy's apartment at half past two as arranged. I pressed the buzzer and she let me in. As I climbed the stairs I realised than when I went down them later on I would have crossed a personal threshold. Since the webpage had gone live I had felt a little Neil Armstrong must have as he stood on the bottom rung of the ladder. Now I was going to take that giant leap that I had been itching to make.
I knocked on the door and Joy opened it. As soon as I got through it she gave me a big hug.
"Well you're not shaking so that is a good sign." She said.
"No I'm feeling great, really great." I said.
"Good, sit down and we'll have a quick chat." Joy said.
I sat down on the couch and Joy sat opposite me the other side of the coffee table on a chair.
"As I said I've seen Greg before so I know that he will respect limits, but if you feel uncomfortable with something just stop, okay." Joy said.
I nodded.
"It's all going to be very vanilla, just a little oral and sex. We're not going to have to put on a lesbian show or anything." Joy continued.
I gave an exaggerated look of disappointment that made Joy smile.
"I'm glad to see your sense of humour hasn't deserted you. That's good because we want it to be fun." Joy said.
"But being serious for a moment. If you start to feel sore at all don't grin and bear it. Change positions and use some lube or if you really can't go on let me take over. I won't judge you; in fact I might need you to take over for me. Okay pep talk over. Do you have anything you want to ask?" Joy said.
"No I'm fine, I just need to change." I said.
Joy took me into the boudoir and found me a spare hanger in the wardrobe for the dress I was wearing. I took this off and then quickly used the loo when I returned to the boudoir Joy was changing into a little black dress with practically see through panels in the bust. She wasn't wearing a bra and her large nipples could be glimpsed when the light hit the dress just right. I helped her zip the dress up and then got into my own red dress. Joy complemented me on this and told me to hang my robe up on the back of the door with hers.
I put my holdall in the bottom of the wardrobe and closed the door. I picked up my handbag and went back into the bathroom and touched up my makeup. I then took a few seconds to look myself in the eye, a final moment of confirmation that I was ready. I put my make up back in my handbag and then walked out into the main part of the apartment.
Joy had dimmed the lights a little and it was a lot less like and website design office suddenly.
"Put you bag over here." Joy said.
I walked over to the computer table and put my bag in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. I noticed that Joy's bag was already in there, she closed the drawer locked the cabinet and put the key under a coaster on the desk. She then turned to look at me.
"You look fabulous. How do you feel, nervous, excited, terrified?" She said.
"A good mix of all three." I replied.
Joy gave me a hug and then we went over to the couch and sat down. I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was only ten to.
Those ten minutes seemed to pass very slowly. Then suddenly there was a high-pitched trilling sound. Like an electronic grasshopper, I jumped a little and Joy smiled. She stood up and walked over to the intercom box on the door. She pressed a button.
"Hello?" she said.
"It's Greg." The slightly distorted voice came from the speaker.
"Come right up." Joy said.
She pressed another button and there were five long bleeps. I felt my heart start to beat a little faster and I quietly took some deep breaths to calm myself down. There was a sharp knock on the door and Joy reached for the handle and opened it.
Greg was a man in his early fifties. He had neat grey hair and was clean-shaven. He perhaps carried a little extra weight but was not overweight. He was wearing a suit and tie. He looked just like any man of his age who worked in an office. Joy closed the door and turned to Greg.
"How have you been?" She asked.
"Not too bad and you?" He replied.
"I've been good. Let me introduce you to Belle." Joy said.
I stood up and walked across the room. It was only about five steps but it seemed to take me a lot of effort. I started to realise that I was a little more nervous than I first thought.
"Hi I'm Belle." I said and held out my hand, which Greg gently took.
"Greg pleased to meet you." He said.
I smiled and he let go of my hand.
"You look even more stunning than you do in the photos." Greg said.
"Thank you." I said.
"Shall we sit down?" Joy said.
I took Greg's right arm and led him to the couch and sat next to him. Joy sat in the chair. Greg then reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and took out two white envelopes. One was marked with a J and the second with a B. The former he handed to Joy and the latter he gave to me. This was the agreed on fee, I followed Joy's lead and checked that it was the correct amount then resealed the envelope.
"Would you like something to drink, Tea? Coffee?" Joy asked.
"A cup of coffee would be nice." Greg said.
"Belle?" Joy asked.
"I'll just get myself some water." I said.
"Don't worry I'll get it." Joy said.
As Joy made the coffee I chatted a little to Greg. It was slightly odd and reminded me of when I first left school and worked for a summer in a beauty salon. It was the same sort of small talk as I would have with those clients. Joy bought over the two cups of coffee that she had made plus a glass of water for me. This time she also sat on the couch the other side of Greg. We all chatted for a bit and I started to relax. Once Greg had finished his coffee Joy suggested that he use the shower. Greg smiled and went into the bathroom.
"You ready?" Joy asked me.
"As I'll ever be." I replied with a smile.
Joy walked over to the desk and unlocked the file cabinet. I stood up and joined her so I could put my envelope in my bag. She then relocked the drawer. We then went into the boudoir I helped Joy unzip her dress and got out of mine and put my robe on over my lingerie. Joy was only wearing a pair of black panties and she also put her robe on. I sat on the end of the bed and Joy sat next to me. I was just about to stand up again to take my shoes off when there was a tap on the bathroom door.
"We're ready for you honey." Joy said.
The door opened and Greg came into the bedroom wearing just a towel around his waist, Joy stood up.
"Why don't you sit next to Belle." She said.
Greg sat next to me on the end of the bed. I put my arm around his shoulders and gently kissed his cheek. As I moved my head away from his Joy leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. As soon as she moved away I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips myself. I gently teased the tip of his tongue with my own and could taste just a hint of the coffee he had drunk. I felt him place his arm around me as I moved away.
Joy was standing in front of us and she gently tugged at the belt of her robe letting it fall open and exposing her large full breasts. I laid my hand on Greg's lap and felt that he was beginning to harden under the towel. Joy removed her robe and threw it over a chair in the corner then leaned in to kiss Greg again. As she did so I felt her hand squeeze my knee. I stood and she took my place on the bed. I stood and watched her passionately kiss him. Once she moved away I fixed my eyes on Greg's, I undid my robe and let it fall to the ground then still holding his gaze I reached around and unclipped my bra. Slowly removing it so that Greg could get a good look at my breasts. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it and I hoped that I didn't look like I was trembling.
I was just about to lean over and kiss Greg when Joy pulled the towel free exposing him. I was able to get a good look at his large hard cock. It was a little larger than I had expected. Joy gently wrapped her hand around it. I leaned over and kissed Greg. I felt Joy move away so I took her place sitting on the bed wrapping my right arm around Greg's neck I let my left hand fall onto his hard cock. Gently I pulled him down into my breasts and let him shower my nipples with little kisses as I teased his shaft with my long nails before wrapping my hand around and gently stroking him. I felt Joy tap the back of my wrist so I released my grip and gently eased myself away.
Joy was on her knees between Greg's legs and she teased his shaft with her tongue before taking him into her mouth. As she did I quickly unclipped and took off my shoes and shuffled up the bed so that I was now laying with my head on the pillow watching. Joy gave Greg a short teasing blowjob before standing up. As she stood up Greg looked around at me. I took a deep breath deftly removed my panties in one motion, the move I had messed up during my photo session. This time the panties came off and the stockings stayed where they were. I made sure that Greg got a good look at my pussy but then clamped my legs together crossing them at the ankle. Trying my hardest to look alluring and confident.
Joy placed her hand on Greg's shoulder getting his attention. She was again kneeling in front of him. In her hand was a small red package that she deftly opened and then she expertly secured the bright red condom onto Greg. She run her hand up and down his shaft a couple of times to make sure it was secure then gave me a glance. We both knew what was about to happen and she was making sure that I was prepared.
I took Greg's hand in mine and he moved himself up the bed so that he was now lying next to me. His head on the pillow next to mine, I kissed him deeply letting him push his tongue deep into my mouth. Then I gently pulled him on top of me; this was the moment that I would cross the line of no return. Greg had paid me and now I was about to let him push himself into me. There was no going back I felt both terrified and calm all at once, my head spinning with the enormity of the moment, it was as if time stood still for a while as I was on the threshold, then it started to move forward again. I felt his cock filling my pussy his weight on top of me and I moved my hips to welcome him deep inside.
Greg moved himself up on his hands as he began to thrust in and out of me. His eyes closed I closed my eyes and tried to get myself into his rhythm. I opened my eyes and looked to my right and saw Joy lying next to me she gave me smile and for a split second a thumb's up. I closed my eyes again and let myself melt into Greg. I could feel him moving in and out of me hear his breath become quicker and faster. I started to breath with him move with him, sighing gently as I exhaled, he moaned a little and started to move faster, I moved my hips to this new faster tempo, I felt his cock start to throb as his breath got quicker, I could feel my pussy contracting around him drawing him into me and then he gave out a moan as he pushed deeper into me his cock throbbing and pulsating his breath shallow and quick. Then he signed and gently lay on top of me.
I let him rest for a few moments until I started to feel his cock soften a little inside me. I kissed him on the cheek and gently rolled him off me. As he withdrew I placed my thumb and forefinger at the base of his shaft to make sure that the condom stayed on him. Once he was lying on his back next to me I took some tissues from the nightstand removed it and cleaned him up a little. I stood up Greg was laying on his back his eyes closed Joy was next to him. She gave me a huge smile and mouthed 'well done'.
I went into the bathroom and threw the condom wrapped in tissue in a waste bin that was hidden under the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. There was almost no lipstick left on my mouth and the eye shadow on my right eye had started to run a little. Other than that I didn't look any different than I had when I last looked in the mirror, but I felt that I was now a different person and I was happy about that.
I went back into the boudoir to find Greg and Joy under the covers sitting up and talking quietly. Greg was in the centre of the bed and Joy to his right I got into the bed the other side of Greg from Joy. Once I was in Greg leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you." He said.
"You're very welcome." I replied.
I was a little taken aback by this; I had never been thanked for sex before. Of course neither I had I ever been paid before. But it did give me a warm glow.
We spent a little while chatting mostly about films. Joy led the convocation around to actresses that Greg found attractive being more than a little flirty as she did so. I could see that under the thin sheet Greg was beginning to become aroused again. Joy then leaned over Greg and kissed him as she did so she tapped the top of my arm.
I got up onto my knees as I did so I pulled the cover off of Greg and Joy exposing him again. Once Joy stopped kissing him I gently helped Greg up onto his knees then I kissed him deeply making sure to press my naked body against his. I felt calm and in control, more confident than I had done all day, I could feel myself blossoming into this new life slowly. I gently moved onto all fours in front of Greg and slowly teasingly took his semi hard cock into my mouth. Teasing him with my lips and tongue to make him fully hard again. I was able to shift my position a little and look up at him as I started to move my lips up and down his shaft. I could see by the look on his face that he was enjoying it. I slowly drew him out of my mouth and then kissed him deeply on the lips once more. As soon as I moved away Joy took my place her arms wrapped around him pulling his chest tight against her large breasts.
Quickly I picked up the little red box from the nightstand I took out a condom sealed in its little packet. Joy pushed Greg back so that he was lying on his back once again then got off the bed. I climbed back on to the bed so that I was at Greg's left again. I opened the foil and carefully placed the condom over Greg's hard cock. I rolled it down the length of his shaft with my thumb and forefinger then stoked up and down twice making sure that it was all secure. As I was doing this I could see that Joy was standing next to the bed teasingly removing her panties. As soon as I had the condom secure and moved away Joy was astride Greg easing his cock into herself.
This was the first time that I had been in the same room let alone the same bed as two people having sex. Earlier when Greg was having sex with me after a brief look to get reassurance from Joy I had been oblivious to her. I concentrated on Greg, making sure that I gave him my best. Now all I could do was watch as Joy rode him. Her large breasts swinging with the rhythm as she went up and down. I could feel the bed move with her hear that both she and Greg were breathing together, I closed my eyes and let my own breathing fall in synch with them. I started to feel the bed move more beneath me meaning that Joy was quickening the pace of her movements I opened my eyes as her breathing was becoming heavier Greg was starting to groan a little. They both had their eyes tight shut and were moving as one. Greg then took a sharp intake on breath and his body bucked under Joy as he let out a long moan. Joy slowed herself down until she was resting on his chest the bed still and even the sound of all our breathing silent.
After a few moments Joy carefully took herself off of Greg. I held out the box of tissues and she took a couple. She removed the condom from Greg and cleaned him up a little before going into the bathroom. I put my arm around Greg and pulled the covers over us. He turned and smiled at me and I gently stroked his chest. Joy returned and joined us under the covers this time Greg thanked her and we all three snuggled there for a few minutes.
"Well I think it's time that we cleared up." Joy said.
Her voice was a little more business like than before and Greg got the message.
"Would it be okay if I had a quick shower?" He asked.
"Of course it is." Joy replied moving out of the bed as she spoke.
Greg gave each of us a peck on the cheek and got out of the bed. Picking up the towel he had been wearing earlier from the floor he went into the bathroom.
Joy pulled her panties back on and then put her robe on. I lay there for a few moments a little frazzled.
"Come on." Joy said.
She picked up my robe and threw it at me. I got out of the bed and put it on. In the subdued lighting I couldn't see where my panties had got too. I could hear the sound of the shower running as I followed Joy back into the main room. Joy flicked the switch by the front door and the lighting became bright again. I sat on the couch and took a mouthful of the water from the glass I'd had earlier. I glanced at the clock it was only five to five. I then picked up the coffee cups and took them over to the sink. Joy was already running some water.
"Thanks, You good?" She said in the low voice.
"Very." I replied.
"Just leave them there for now." Joy said meaning the cups and she went back over to the couch and sat down.
I think that Joy realised that I wanted a little quite time to run over it all in my head. So we sat there in the silence for a few minutes until the bathroom door opened and Greg entered the room fully dressed. Joy stood up and walked over to him and I followed. She gave him a big hug.
"Take care of yourself and I'll see you again soon?" She said.
"Yes of course." Greg said.
Joy let go of him and I gave him a hug.
"It was really great to meet you, Belle." He said.
"And you." I replied.
I made sure that I was behind the door when Joy opened it. Greg walked through the door with just a little wave and then Joy closed it behind him and we were alone again.
Joy turned to me and held out her arms giving me a big hug.
"I'm so proud of you Belle, that was amazing it's as if you had been doing it for years." She said.
I hugged her back.
"Thanks, I feel so up in the air I couldn't have got this far with out you. Thank you so much." I said.
Joy let go of me.
"You go and get yourself all cleaned up and we'll have a chat before you go." Joy said.
I smiled and nodded and took a step to the bathroom.
"Oh I need my handbag, my makeup is in it." I said.
Joy went over to the desk and unlocked the filing cabinet and handed me my bag. I went into the bathroom.
I took off what was left of the makeup I had been wearing and then had a quick shower. There were plenty of towels I only put on some lipstick for the journey home. I then went back into the boudoir. With the main light on I was easily able to locate all of my clothing. I packed away my sexy lingerie and red dress in my holdall then put on the comfortable knickers and vest that I had bought with me before pulling my modest dress on. I sat on the bed and replaced my stockings, that I had taken off to shower, and refastened my shoes. As I sat there I couldn't resist for a moment taking the white envelope from my bag and looking at it. It was just a plain white letter sized envelope with a small letter B written on it in blue ink. Inside was a sum of money that I had earned with my body. It was not a heavy thing but to me it had weight. I carefully put it back into my bag checked that I had everything and went back out into the reception room.
I had a brief chat with Joy but she had another client arriving and had to tidy up and lay out fresh towels and so on. She again told me that she was proud of me and that she was looking forward to future duo sessions with me, as was I. We arranged to meet the next evening as Joy thought we should have a little celebration of my first time getting paid. Then we hugged again and I felt the warmth of Joy's friendship spreading all over me, she opened the door and I left.
I walked down the stairs a different person than the one who had walked up them. I had set myself a goal and a challenge and I had accomplished that but I still had a long way to go. I was confident that this was a life that I wanted. I was not altogether sure that my performance had been top notch. I remembered that Joy hadn't told Greg that this was my first time as an escort so he was expecting someone who knew the ropes. I hoped that was the impression that I had given.
As it happened a little later in the evening when I checked my emails I had a message from Joy. She was forwarding me a copy of an email from Greg in which he thanked us both for a "wonderful time" and expressed a hope of repeating it sometime soon as well and as an interest in booking me alone. Joy's note attached to the forward was "You did a perfect job, be proud of yourself, see you tomorrow." I went to bed that night with my little envelope of cash on my nightstand. Proud of myself. | literotica |
Title: Satyr Sleepover by Leo_Todrius
Tags: Anal, Cock, Facial Hair, Gay, Goatee, Growth, Horns, M/M, Male, Mating, Penis, Satyr, Transformation, dreadlocks, excessive cum, faun, friends, manhood, semen, shaft, tf
**Satyr Sleepover** *Written by Leo\_Todrius and Trickster\_D*
It had been a long, lingering and lazy afternoon. Spring had given way to summer and an oppressive heat wave had come with it. People were sleeping in longer in the mornings and staying up later at night. Air conditioners were running constantly and the pavement looked like a molten sea of tar. Despite the heat, Ryder's house was an oasis, a calm and quiet place protected from the elements. The curtains were drawn, the lights were off and a vague, diffused light spread in from outside, giving the place a dull cream colored glow to pass the afternoon hours.
Lying on the living room sofa with only a pair of bright red boxers on, Ryder was snoring peacefully, enjoying an afternoon siesta undisturbed by the scorching hot weather; despite being nineteen, his boyish look and smooth body and face made him look at least a couple years younger. His caramel skin was unblemished, and his straight, shoulder-length black hair silky; the only tiny sign of rebellion he sported was a small pair of golden earrings that encircled his lobes and that were the perfect completion to his complexion.
The young man was clearly having a very good dream: he was sporting a dopey grin on his face, a trickle of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth; what was more, a hard seven-inches erection was pressing against his crimson boxers like an oversized japaleño. Deep in his slumber, Ryder scratched one of his small pecs and a dark and moist flower bloomed on his underwear where some pre had just stained the fabric.
It was the perfect rest, innocent, carefree and tinged with lust. The fantasy likely would have continued on for several hours, at least if it wasn't destined to be interrupted. Outside the house, coming up the sidewalk, was another teenager. Like Ryder he was nineteen, but in many other ways he was quite different. Sage had sun bleached blond hair knotted into thick and voluminous dreadlocks, kept in check by a red and black bandanna tied over the top of his head. His ears were faintly pointed, his eyes were the color of honey and a seven inch long braided goatee hung from his chin.
Sage's shoulders were lean and exposed, the young man wearing only a loose gray tank top. He had a few curls of hair covering his well tanned chest, but those few curls grew thicker and thicker as they approached his waist. What set Sage apart from many of the young men in the neighborhood was the fact that he was a satyr. His human torso ended at the waistline of his khaki cargo shorts and furry blond satyr legs extended beyond, his hooves clomping down the sidewalk. Even Sage's short, black horns were obscured beneath his headband.
The satyr felt a little like he was walking with his tail tucked between his legs. The bag slung over his shoulder held his toothbrush, cell phone and charger and a few choice snacks... but that was all he'd had time to grab. The fighting at his house had reached a feverish pitch and he couldn't stand his parents anymore. Thankfully he had friends, friends that could take him in during his time of need. Sage stepped off the sidewalk and bounded across the lawn, coming up to Ryder's door. He reached up and gave it an energetic knock, a broad smile crossing his lips in anticipation.
The human boy jolted, suddenly ripped from his peaceful and horny rest; he blinked his green eyes a couple of times, scratched his flat but unremarkable belly and then mumbled a "Comin'..." with a still sleepy voice. He looked around, trying to find something to wear: the white wife-beater he had been donning before he had decided to take a nap was rolled into a bumpy ball over the coffee table nearby, and Ryder put it on quickly before rushing towards the door and opening it.
"Oh, hey, man!" he exclaimed when he noticed one of his best friend; a happy grin made his face shine as he stepped aside to let Sage in. "What's up?"
"Uh, well, some drama at home I guess." The satyr said, reaching over his shoulder to scratch at his back with brown fingernails, "I was wondering if I could like... uh, crash at your place - for like a night?" Sage asked uncertainly. Ryder nodded almost immediately.
"Of course you can!" he exclaimed, closing the door before the hot could seep in and ruin the delightful freshness of his house. "My parents are out of town for the whole weekend; and you can stay as long as you want anyway... I mean, since Marcia got married we have a spare room no one actually uses, so..." The young man shrugged. "Make yourself at home!"
"You guys got a spare room? That's... wow. I mean, back home I usually have to share with my brother River." Sage smirked, "It'll be weird being by myself." he considered before pausing, "How long ago did Marcia move out?" Ryder scratched the back of his head.
"Let's see... Five months ago, maybe? And don't worry, we changed the bed sheets and everything, it's not like everything is pink or something like that," he added with a small chuckle; he then pointed at the big sofa, right in front of a 42'' plasma TV screen. "So... Wanna sit down? Watch some TV, maybe? Or we can play with some VGs, I bought a PS4 last Thursday."
"Oh dude, do you have 'Soul Forge: Reckoning'?" Sage asked in excitement, moving to plop himself down right onto the couch, dropping his bag next to it. Ryder fetched a couple of controllers and turned on the console.
"Yep! It's awesome, but all the reviews said it's even better when played in co-op," the human explained while tossing one of the Dualshocks to the satyr. "Come on, let's kick some virtual asses!"
"I love asses..." Sage murmured happily under his breath, waiting for Ryder to sit down before they loaded up the game and began their afternoon long game session.
**\*\*\*\***The hot day had left its place to a calm and warm evening, and then to one of those nights where people would be perfectly comfortable in just sleeping outside, watched by the stars above. Nevertheless, Ryder was snoring in his room, still wearing the same pair of crimson red boxers and nothing else... And, exactly like before, they were betraying his hard-on.
He and Sage had had a hilarious afternoon playing with Soul Forge; after the gaming session they ordered some Chinese food and watched a horror movie marathon; despite all the serial killers and the jump scares he had witnessed in the past few hours, however, Ryder was having another of his decidedly NC-17 dreams. His head turned left and right, as if he was searching for something while still keeping his eyes closed, and soft moans escaped from his lips from time to time.
The hot day and warm night had offset everyone's sleep schedule, Sage's included... but being in a strange environment didn't help either. Even with the changes to Marcia's room, it still smelled like it belonged to a girl. Sage had finally given up and came trudging down the hallway with a pillow tucked under his arm. He hoped he'd be able to just sneak into Ryder's room and curl up on the floor.
With careful concentration, Sage turned the door knob slowly and eased the door open. A soft wave of coolness from the air conditioner hit the satyr, but there were no other disruptions. Sage squeezed in and shut the door ever so softly behind him. Sage started smiling, feeling as though he was going to get away with it... but then something happened.
Sage's nostrils flared as he inhaled, a salty, musky scent hitting him. A drop of drool escaped from the corner of Sage's lips as he turned, looking at Ryder... and his very present erection. The pillow fell from Sage's arm as he gazed at his best friend, slowly starting to lick his lips.
Still deep into his blissful dreams, Ryder didn't notice the arrival of the satyr; as Sage stared at him, however, his lips uttered a distinct "Ooh, yes...", as if he was inviting his friend to come closer... and do much more, maybe. Sage slowly crept over to the bed and reached down, using nimble fingers to unhook the button on his best friend's boxers. Unrestrained, the boxer fabric split and a long, caramel colored shaft slid out of the fly. Sage shuddered as if he was in heaven.
Wet, plump lips began sliding over the aroused shaft, nearly popping around the mushroom shaped head before coming down lower. The manhood was embraced by a long silky tongue, soft cheeks and even a spongy back to the satyr's throat. Sage started to bob his head up and down, feeling like he was about to get the best midnight snack in months.
Despite the fact that his friend was sucking his dick, Ryder still didn't wake up; his sleep indeed became restless, his moaning and groaning more intense. One of his hands even started caressing and rubbing his light brown nipples, but he never opened his eyes... To him, dream and reality had just become the very same thing, at least when it came to sexual stimulation.
Sage grew more emboldened and slowly climbed onto the bed. Soon Ryder had the added sensation of bushy blond satyr hair sliding up and down across his balls, Sage's goatee hanging far down from his chin as he sucked off the human's cock, his tongue teasing the urethra.
Ryder's night vision, meanwhile, kept evolving according to the external stimuli he was receiving... And not exactly in the way he had expected. Why did the busty red-headed chick that had been pleasuring him suddenly have a goatee, for example? And had her face always looked that... masculine? Inside his own dream, the human realized that the fact wasn't really that important: he was getting the best imaginary blowjob he had ever had, and he couldn't care less about who or what was sucking him.
Sage kept sucking and sucking, but instinct was taking over. He was becoming less careful. His hands migrated up to twist and pinch and tease Ryder's nipples even as the satyr tilted his head and took the cock down his throat. Undulating muscles massaged Ryder's length as saliva kept it lubricated. That kind of stimulation was too strong not to break the fragile barrier of sleep, and Ryder's eyes snapped open before his mouth let out a deep, loud moan.
"F-fuck..." he murmured. He still hadn't realized that his wet dream was over, because the blowjob was still going on... and since he didn't have a girlfriend, that was actually impossible, right? With each suck and slurp Sage was growing more aroused himself. Unlike Ryder, he slept in the nude. His horns and his arousal were on full display. His deer like tail wiggled above his ass, his shaft extended inch after inch and his nipples were pert. He deep throated Ryder suddenly, taking the cock all the way down until his faun face was squished into the human's groin, begging for the bountiful seed locked away; finally, however, the human realized that what was happening to him - and especially to his dick - was damn real: the last remnants of dream trapped inside his brain dissipated in a moment, and his green eyes went wide in shock.
"W-WHAT THE HELL, MAN?!" he shouted, staring at Sage in abject horror. He sat on his bed and tried to crawl back, but the weight of the satyr was pinning his body against the mattress. Sage pulled back slowly, though a long string of semen clung to his goatee, looking almost like another hair braided into it all.
"Sorry dude, you looked so pent up, I wanted to help..." Sage murmured, licking his lips clean. Ryder took a deep, sonorous breath, trying to calm himself down; he was shocked and confused by what had just happened even though - that was something he couldn't possibly deny - it had felt really damn good.
"You know how you could've helped me, Sage? By NOT SUCKING MY DICK," Ryder exclaimed in a suddenly enraged tone. He had let his friend sleep in his house and that was the way the satyr was repaying him? By sneaking inside his room and doing naughty stuff with his body while he was asleep?
"I'm... I'm sorry this upsets you Ryder, I'll... I'll get my stuff and go sleep in the park. I just... got carried away. Human rules are so different." Sage said, looking crestfallen. He climbed off the bed and turned to move for the door. Ryder stared at the naked back of his friend - but carefully avoided to look at his butt - and felt the sudden pang of remorse and guilt stabbing his heart.
"N-no, don't... don't go, Sage. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream at you. Please?" he said in a sincerely apologetic tone. He sat on his bed and shook his head. "It's just that... It's... so sudden..." Sage stopped, half way out of the room, peeking back through the gap in the door, one hand curled around the frame.
"So if... I had taken it slower?" Sage asked curiously. Ryder gulped down, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable knot stuck in his throat, and shook his head again.
I... I don't know, okay?" he blurted out in a defensive tone. "I mean, I like girls, I'm pretty sure of that, but... other boys? Man, I don't know. I mean, you're cool and handsome and all, and you satyrs are great, but..." His head slumped between his shoulders, before he gazed at Sage through the curtain of his hair. "D-do you... do you like me *that* way, Sage? Or did you just want to suck my dick?"
"Dude, you've been my best friend for over half my life... I like you in every way. I mean, if you want me to be your wingman we can totally get you laid... Though it's always easier as a satyr." Sage smirked; Ryder smiled back, a weak but hopeful expression on his lips.
"W-well, maybe... Oh, fuck, I guess there's no hurt to try, right? But in case I don't feel like it, will you promise to stop immediately the second I ask you to?" he asked the satyr with flushed cheeks. "A-and yeah... Let's take things slower, please. C-come and sit here," the human patted on the mattress next to him. Sage moved over and sat down gently on the edge of the bed, smiling at his friend.
"So, where do you want to start?" Sage asked in a friendly way, clearly not trying to pressure things. Ryder nervously cleared his throat, his fingers twitching one against the others.
"U-um... I dunno, man... I-it's my first time d-doing it with another man..." he coughed a couple of times, then he raised his head a bit. "I think... w-we should start with a... a k-k-kiss, maybe?"
"Oh good, that's one of my best features." Sage grinned softly, "Do you want to start, or should I?" he whispered. Ryder didn't reply with words: he leaned forward ever so slowly, his head slightly tilted, until his trembling lips brushed against those of the satyr. He could feel the facial hair of his friend brushing against his smooth skin, and the persistent smell of his own semen coming from his lips; he felt strange, a bit uncomfortable... but also strangely excited, in a way he had never felt before in his life.
Sage's kissing was gentle but determined, careful but focused. It lacked the loose, almost aimless kissing Ryder had shared with girls and instead had a strangely potent masculinity to it... It was almost like a cooperation, team work, like they were trying to accomplish something with their locking lips. Ryder raised his hands, this time moving with less awkwardness and more self-confidence, and started caressing the sides of Sage's face, his thick hair and pointed ears. It felt good and almost natural to share something so deeply intimate with someone he had known for years... as if that was the natural evolution of their relationship, somewhat. Pushing him gently without breaking the kiss, Ryder invited Sage to lie on the mattress, his young and smooth body conforming against that of the satyr, bigger and more virile and experienced.
The satyr tried to reign in his urges, to keep them in check, but Ryder was so damned attractive. He kept the kiss going, their saliva swapping, feeling the heat of the human's body. Sage wanted so badly to hump against the human until they were both bathed in semen, but he had to keep it slow... If he was lucky, Ryder would want to do this more often. After some minutes, Ryder broke the kiss - albeit reluctantly - and stared at the satyr's face with a bashful expression.
"I feel... I feel so bad now," he murmured. "You j-just wanted to show me this, and yet I screamed at you... I'm so sorry, man."
"It's all good... We got here in the end." Sage whispered with a grin, breaking the kiss, moving to start kissing on Ryder's neck. The human boy moaned in feeling the plump lips of his friend teasing his sensitive skin.
"T-this is so wonderful... You are wonderful, Sage," he confessed, looking down at him.
"We can do anything you want, Ryder... I'm like your sex genie." Sage chuckled before he resumed kissing and sucking, slowly drawing blood to the surface, marking his best friend. Ryder bit his lips, looking even more innocent and vulnerable as he did so.
"I... Everything is going so fast... I mean, until a couple of minutes ago I couldn't even realize how hot and sexy you are..." he whispered. "I d-don't know anything about doing it with another man, so... My wish is for you to guide me, my horny genie. Show me how good gay sex can be, please."
"Well, I am very much a man, but I'm also a satyr... So sex is going to be great, but we have to be a bit careful. I can suck you off, you can fuck me as much as you want, but if we reverse... Well, you might become more than just horny." Sage admitted softly, nuzzling Ryder's neck. The human hugged him even closer, trembling gently.
"Y-you mean..." he murmured. "Is it true, what they say? That your species can turn humans into satyrs?"
"Oh yeah... My oldest brother turned three of his first boyfriends into satyrs until my mom told him to get things in check and settle down." Sage smirked softly, "But we can be careful, I promise we won't do anything you don't want." Sage said, a hand drifting to start groping Ryder. The human arched his back like a big cat, his fingers relaxing and contracting rhythmically.
"A-and it's permanent? Or is it like an STD, something that wears off with time?" he asked in a curious voice.
"Well, there are mages in the mountains that can reverse it, but otherwise... you'd be stuck being like me." Sage said, groping a bit harder, palming the sensitive flesh of his friend, "Horny, well endowed, attractive to all genders... irresistible." Sage said, aware that he wasn't playing fair at this point. Ryder groaned and moaned under the expert touch of the satyr's fingers.
"T-that's... unfair," he whispered, tears of bliss and impotence swelling up in his eyes. "W-why are you teasing me like that?"
"I'm sorry, dude... It was just a joke, I mean... Can't you tell you're already attractive to everybody? You're so damn sexy and hot... I had to keep Marco DelRay from going after you in gym class..." Sage said, feeling awful for making Ryder feel bad. The human couldn't help but chuckle.
"Marco? Seriously?! Are you talking about the same Marco DelRay I know? The biggest guy in the whole school?"
"Six foot two, had a five o'clock shadow by fifth grade, total bottom slut? Yeah, same guy. I promise you he doesn't know how to go slow, though." Sage admitted, "So yeah, sorry, bad joke. You're totally candy for everybody." Ryder extended his pink, moist tongue and gave a tentative lick to one of Sage's hard, dark horns, before shivering in pleasure. Sage, however, moaned a bit as a few drops of pre escaped from his cock at the lick.
"B-but... I'm just speaking hypothetically, but... Let's say I accept your offer. W-will it hurt?"
"Are you kidding? It feels amazing, like a full body erection." Sage murmured. Ryder sighed: he had never been so conflicted in his life. Was he really ready to leave his old human self behind and become a member of a completely new species? And would his parents and his family be able to accept a satyr son? He shook his head, trying to think more clearly: after all, there were spell that could reverse the change in case he didn't feel like going around with horns and hooves, right? Money wasn't a problem for his family, so he was sure he could afford the magical treatment...
"O-okay," he finally murmured. "I... I... M-make me a satyr, Sage. This is my wish."
"How do you want to do it? Do you want me to ride you, Ryder, or do you want to drink down my seed like a potion?" Sage whispered, moving to lick Ryder's smooth chin. The human trembled in pure joy: he felt like clay under the expert hands of the satyr, ready to be reshaped as he wanted.
"W-what do you think will give me the most pleasure?" he finally dared to ask.
"Me filling you from behind prolongs the change, lets you sink deeper into every pleasure... makes it more memorable." Sage explained. Ryder replied with an almost manic grin, before flopping like a fish and turning around on his belly, his soft and smooth caramel ass exposed. Sage chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow, "Are you sure you haven't done this before? I mean, that ass... You've got it in the perfect position." Sage purred, moving to come up behind the human. Soon Ryder felt something quite unfamiliar, the heat and heft of another man's manhood resting across the top of one butt cheek; he sighed and turned his head around.
"D-do you think I am a slut?" he asked in quite the somber tone. "I mean, until some minutes ago I was screaming at you and now I want you to fuck me in the ass and turn me into a satyr..." His caramel colored cheeks got a bit redder, as he lowered his green eyes. "A-although... K-kissing you, touching you, it felt... it felt so good and so *right* at the same time, Sage." The human boy shook his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill the mood."
"I think you're just being a great friend, but I wouldn't mind if one day you became a slut. That's up to you though." Sage grinned, moving to nip at Ryder's neck playfully, shifting his hips slowly so his large satyr cock rested between the human's ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun; the human clenched his butt, almost instinctively.
"I-in your experience... I mean, considering your brother's ex-boyfriends... Does changing into a satyr usually changes someone's personality, too?" Ryder asked. Sage considered that for a long moment, sliding his cock up and down.
"In some ways yes... I mean, everyone has to adapt to changes in their body. Every time we grow, become more or less fit, we have to adjust. When they became endowed like satyrs, equipped like satyrs... I guess it made most of them more confident." Sage said, reaching around Ryder to start rubbing at one of his nipples. Underneath him, the human boy shivered, and a couple of drops of pre fell from the mushroom-shaped head of his dick right on the mattress.
"A-are you using your satyr magic?" he asked in a feeble voice. "They have never been so sensitive..." He moaned, nuzzling his head against his best friend's neck; he paused for a moment, and his cute face showed a pensive look. "When I'm a satyr too... Will you teach me everything I should know about your kind, right?"
"I'll teach you everything I know, but... there's no satyr magic. What you're feeling is just the thrill of giving in." Sage smirked softly, pinching the nipples harder, moving his hips so the head of his shaft lined up with Ryder's virgin hole; the human let out a blissful sigh and could feel his body relaxing as the air was expelled from his lungs, his muscles unclenching. His hands cupped around Sage's, as if he too had the sudden desire to twist and tease his own nipples.
"Feels so good... Please, don't stop..." he pleaded the satyr, his voice nothing but a whisper full of lust and need. With that request, Sage began. The dreadlocked satyr pushed forward, prying Ryder's hole wider open. There was a soft, hot rush of seed that slicked around the head of Sage's shaft before he pushed forward again. What had started as an uncomfortable spreading sensation had become something far better, the presence, the pressure of someone with Ryder, inside him.
Sage gently pushed forward, deeper and deeper, pinching the nipples before him to try and heighten the situation. Ryder squirmed, feeling his friend's dick penetrating him inch after inch: he knew there was no going back now, and that thought only made him feel hornier; his butt started pushing outwards, as if he was trying to invite the satyr to plunge even deeper.
"Oh m-my god... I thought it was gonna hurt, at least a bit, but... It feels so good..." he murmured, sweat trickling in warm rivulets down his forehead. He didn't know if the pleasure was too much to cancel the pain or whatever, but the only thing he could feel was pure bliss, and nothing more. Sage merely grinned and pushed in deeper, slowly impaling Ryder on his large manhood. The satyr leaned forward and began nibbling at the back of Ryder's neck before for the first time he pulled his hips back, nearly sliding out of the human.
Sage remained where he was just long enough to make Ryder miss the cock inside him and then thrust back in, deeper than before. The human groaned in displeasure when he felt his butt empty all of a sudden, and squealed in happiness when the dick was inside him back again: even if they had merely started, he was enjoying the sensation of having someone fucking his ass so much. *Damn, this is fucking intense, much more than straight sex!* he thought, drool dribbling from his lower lip. *I should have tried it much earlier!*
As Ryder writhed in bliss, Sage got more and more into it. His thrusts were faster and deeper. Soon the impact of his groin to the human's ass was enough to send the bed shaking. Sage loved how happy he was making Ryder and he loved how wonderfully tight the human was for the moment. Sage was practically drooling on his own out of pure appreciation. The human meanwhile had basically stopped thinking altogether, everything inside him focused on getting the maximum amount of pleasure from the wonderful experience he was having: his rock-hard dick was sandwiched between his body and the mattress, and the friction itself was proving more than enough to bring him dangerously close to an orgasm of his own.
"Oh Ryder, you're amazing... So masculine, so sexy, so perfect." Sage whispered, slamming into that ass hard enough that their balls nearly swung together. Sage's movements were intricate, careful, specific. Every deft twitch of muscle was trying to bring Ryder to the edge, to send him careening into bliss. Despite being so difficult for him to focus, the boy managed to smirk.
"P-please... I'm nothing compared to how virile and handsome you are, Sage..." he murmured. The constant stimulation of his prostate and his nipples was proving to be too hard to sustain for an extended period of time, and he felt closer and closer to the inevitable climax one second after the other. Sage grinned softly and closed his eyes. His cock, lodged deep inside Ryder began to pump its seed. Spray after spray, the thick cream was moving into Ryder, getting churned by the moving cock.
"Trust me, you're amazing, Ryder..." Sage whispered. As the heat spread from the human's loins, his shaft began to quiver and pulse before it felt oddly like it was tightening again, as if it was soft and becoming erect... for the second time. His orgasm felt like it was being stretched just out of reach again as his rock hard cock became ironclad, stiffer and harder... and soon longer than before. The shaft stretched outward, elongating and thickening, catching more friction against the mattress. The human boy groaned, sounding only slightly deeper, but enough to be noticeable; he could feel his body tingle, a warm and diffuse sensation that was like a cocoon wrapped loosely around his limbs and torso.
"I'm... p-pretty sure I'll be even more amazing soon," Ryder said with new found confidence. He could feel his body metabolize the semen that had been spilled inside him, absorbing it and its amazing, life-changing power. Sage grinned at that and kept going, his cock churning the cum in Ryder like butter. Each pump seemed to build up the pressure like an inflating balloon. Ryder felt its effects everywhere, even in odd ways. Ever so slowly the human's hips began expanding wider, rounding softly as hundreds of new hairs began pushing out of the skin across his ass. His leg hair was growing longer and softer as well, but the most distinct pressure came from his head.
It started as a vague, indistinct stiffness, but it was growing more intense. It felt like two tiny headaches, focused near the front of his forehead. Lumps were forming beneath the skin, skin that was getting stretched tighter and tighter; Ryder brought a hand to his head - a hand whose fingernails were getting slightly darker - and winced in dull pain.
"The horns...?" he mumbled. Well, of course... He was becoming a satyr, after all. He was pretty sure they were going to be one of the last things to appear, the finishing touch to signal the end of his transformation. A small, crooked grin appeared on his lips: in a way, he was happy that the horns were going to be one of the very first things to appear... The definitive proof of his own new species, his new destiny.
Every time Sage slammed into Ryder, the impact sent the human's package swinging. His cock flopped around, his balls slapped back and forth, and both grew. His balls were swelling, the sack distending, pubic hair spreading all over the flesh before it softened and lengthened into fur. His cock had to be at least a foot long now and it was still growing. While so much of Ryder was growing, though, a few other parts were shrinking. What little fat he had seemed to be dissolving, revealing more of the muscles on his arms and abdomen, perfecting his form for all to see.
Ryder let out a delighted sigh, the small amount of pain being overcome by the way of pure pleasure washing through his body; he could feel his dick and testicles growing, but not only that: they were clearly getting more powerful, almost magnetic in their virile, beastly perfection. His body was throbbing, becoming bigger and sexier by the second, getting the makeover of a lifetime in the span of a handful of minutes. The energy flowing from Sage's body to his own was almost tangible, like electricity connecting the two of them.
While many of the changes were drastic and easy to see, some were more subtle. Ryder's skin was still smooth, but it was getting tougher, more resistant to cuts and scrapes. The hair on his head was a bit thicker, each strand widening, giving him more volume. His ears were taking on ever so subtle points. Even his taste buds were shifting, becoming more adept at tasting flavors - especially salty and fruity flavors.
Ryder went through his longer, wavier mane of hair with a hand that appeared decidedly more virile and callous, his fingernails now heavy and pitch black. *Maybe I'll be able to get some dreadlocks now*, he thought in dopey delight. He could feel his muscles getting pumped by the power of satyr cum, giving him the perfect body he had always dreamed of... Honestly, he couldn't wait to put his own improved energy, stamina and libido to good use, once Sage had finished working some more magic inside his ass.
"Ryd... Ryder..." Sage panted, "I'm so close, I'm going to cum soon..." he moaned, though it was an odd assertion to a human. Hadn't he been cumming all this time? Ryder furrowed his brow in reply, and felt a pang of pain where his horns were on the verge of bursting through his skin.
"W-what? I t-thought... Your cum is..." he murmured in confusion; he took a deep breath, realizing the truth in those words. "Y-you mean... This was j-just precum? Y-you still haven't orgasmed?" Sage tried to speak, but his words devolved into needy, pent up, sexy moans. Ryder could see his reflection in the window of the bedroom. Sage's thick blond dreads, his long goatee, his mouth forming out every syllable of sexual bliss. He was truly an animal, truly close, crashing over the edge.
Sage's moans became a scream of delight as he threw his head back, thrust as deeply into Ryder's ass as he could go and let loose. A torrent of tepid, incredibly thick satyr spunk flowed into Ryder's ass. The force was like a fire hose and it wasn't stopping. It filled his intestines steadily, working deeper and deeper... and a wave of pleasure washed through Ryder more than anything he had yet experienced.
Changes that had been slow and steady before advanced at breakneck speed. His tailbone wiggled away from his ass, pushing out longer and curling as brown fur covered it. The fur spread out across his posterior, filling in the gaps of his own natural hair until the human flesh disappeared beneath the new coating. It swept around his hips and down his legs, connecting with the fur on his balls and looping above his loins. A trail of hair crept up his stomach, ending just below his belly button.
As Ryder felt his stomach practically filling from the wrong side, his toes ached and throbbed. The digits got stiff and hard, unable to wiggle apart. The gap between them slowly started shrinking as the flesh knit together. Before long it was as though the human had webbed feet, but the webs anchored the toes together until they became a wedge of flesh. The fur kept creeping down lower and lower, advancing down across the tops of his feet until it stopped at what seemed like an arbitrary line, at least until the keratin of his toenails began to spread out, oozing together, softening and rehardening as it advanced.
Ryder started crying, tears dripping copiously from his widened eyes; the pleasure inside him was unbearable, it was like a stream of pure life force invading his organs, his body, his own very essence... in other words, his human soul, changing who and what he had been until that day, reshaping him in order to gain a new perspective in life. He loved the blonde animal man he had seen in the reflection of the window, and the only thing that wanted, in that moment, was to join him as a fellow beast, always living for pleasure and lust and horniness, always joyful and hard and carefree.
As Ryder dealt with his inner feelings, the pressure had continued to build. His muscled abdomen had started to distend ever so slightly, but he felt it manifesting in other ways as well. The strange energy built up through his torso as thicker hairs pushed out under his arms and the dusting across his chest thickened. His nipples plumped, and he felt a tingle crossing his face. Hundreds of silk soft hairs began pushing out across Ryder's upper lip, moving with the currents of air from his breathing. They stretched down around his lip before growing longer and longer, hanging down on either side, brushing against the tip of his chin, a chin that was starting to gain its own soft brown fuzz.
Sage was continuing to cum, to pump incredible quantities of spooge into his lover. The satyr cock was running back and forth through Ryder's new and improved ass. He had countless new muscles to massage and work the cock in his ass and it was almost as if he had multiple prostates and multiple g-spots, every bump of that cock bringing him enough pleasure to reach his own intense satyrgasm.
"Fuck me, Sage!" Ryder roared in his new smooth, suave baritone voice, manly and charming. "Fuck me HARDER!" The sensations inside him were penting up, reaching heights he would've never considered not only possible but even sustainable without going crazy for the pleasure... And he wanted more, much more. He knew that as a satyr he was stronger and more resilient... That was the very reason why he couldn't bear the idea of that amazing bliss to lower or stop altogether.
Sage kept doing everything he could to bring Ryder over the edge, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. The blond satyr pulled back, tilted his hips and began pushing his cock in. The friction was intense, the pressure even more so... and then the throbbing in Ryder's head intensified. Every inch Sage pushed in, it felt like Ryder's horns were being pushed out. The skin over the lumps was red and furious, strained. It was the most distinctly painful part of the process Ryder had felt, but as it mounted - in an instant - the pain dropped away to nothing.
Two tiny drops of red blood rolled down his forehead as ivory tips pushed through the skin, curving upwards slowly. Sage kept pushing in and the horns kept pushing out. The horns curved upward more and more, the base widening. Without trying to keep the horns contained, the skin around them started to heal up, the red fading away.
Ryder's hands brushed against his new bony, pearly white appendages in awe, as if he was afraid they were going to disappear from one second to the other, leaving him as a boring human once again. The idea of going back to his old species in that moment was absolutely unbearable to him, especially in lieu of the outrageous amount of physical pleasure he was experiencing. *Even if mom and dad won't agree, there's no way I'm paying some wizard to return being a human... Becoming a satyr is the best thing that has ever happened to me*, he somehow managed to articulate inside his mind despite the waves of animalistic bliss traveling up and down his changing body.
That very thought finally managed to make him do the last step he needed to reach his climax: squished between his now rock-hard abdomen and the now damp mattress, his huge and improved satyr dick unleash projectiles of white cum, soaking his chest fur in man juice... After a few seconds, though, his balls had been emptied by the last of his human sperm, and a new, thicker and richer yellow semen started being sprayed out, potent and emanating an intense and fruity aroma not unlike Pan's nectar. The load of a true satyr. Sage grinned wide and deep, burying his face in Ryder's hair. His thrusts became ragged and random, uneven and lost in lust... but he still hadn't stopped. As satyrs, the two were bound to enjoy the depths of their afterglow for hours to come.
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The food court at the mall was always a busy place. The conversations of a hundred people flowed together like a constant swarm of bees, permeating the space between the dozens of retail establishments. Teens and twenty-somethings roamed from place to place, holding the purchasing power of the masses... but as many things as there were to see and do, no one had stopped to gawk at the couple sitting on the stone wall around the fountain outside the Forest Republic.
It had been three months since Sage had spent the night at Ryder's house, and the months had treated him well. His arms were built up with more muscle, his blond dreads were past his shoulders and his long, fluffy goatee was braided into a thick Viking like cord that hung down all the way to his nipples. His pointed ears had been pierced and his right shoulder showed off a tribal tattoo.
Sage's satyr tail stuck out of his pants, wiggling away in glee as he held his boyfriend on his lap, straddling him, the two humping groin to groin in public. Their lust had not shrunk in the slightest, nor had Ryder. His first three months of a satyr had treated him quite well too, his body further refining and changing as time passed. Like his boyfriend, he too was sporting a mane of dreadlocks, except his own had been dyed of a very brilliant shade of blue; his piercings had multiplied, with two small rings in his left eyebrow, a thick septum ring, a barbell in his tongue and huge studs in his nipples, perfectly visible through the mesh tank top he was currently wearing. He still hadn't got any tattoos, but he planned to hit the parlor with his boyfriend the following week to get some ink on his body. His beard was perfectly groomed, with a black, pointy goatee that - coupled with his pointy ears - gave him an impish, almost devilish quality.
The two had been quite inseparable. Neither could count the number of times they had sex each day, but it was heaven. Even now, in full view of the public, the two had opened the fly of their pants and were humping cock to cock. Life was truly good, an amazing bond that had been forged by the simplest act of allowing a satyr to come over for a sleepover. | FSE |
Title: Meant to Be Ch. 07
Tags: heartache, true love, drama
Newly minted Captain William's mood did not fit the day. The weather was clear and crisp with a hint of fall in the air. It was excellent weather for flying. Instead Aaron's mood was one of foreboding. He kept going over in his mind the news he received yesterday. Chet Morgan was dead. He had been killed over in Holland during a big operation, one that could end the war. Morgan was the one who coined the phrase "the 3 Musketeers" when they were at Princeton. Most thought he was referring to their hockey line but Aaron knew it encompassed more. It had to do with friendship and commitment to each other, through thick and thin. Williams, Morgan, and Callahan, together forever and now Morgan was dead. Aaron hadn't heard from Jake Callahan since he shipped out with the 1st Marine Division. He knew they had some rough fighting and were now fighting on some God forsaken island named Peleliu. Aaron hoped Jake was all right.
Bill Archer slid up alongside Aaron as they crossed the tarmac. "You OK?"
"Yeah, just thinking," Aaron answered. "What's up?"
Archer looked around. "It's Gilles. He got a letter from home saying his wife fuckin' around. Some 4F clown. He is taking it pretty bad."
Gilles was the "Tantalizing Takeoff's" navigator and was a real horn dog. Every woman no matter her age was fair game. He felt he was doing his duty to comfort them because so few men were around. Aaron heard rumors that Gilles had replaced him in the affections of Bridget. No one pushed it because it was still a touchy subject.
"As long as he does his job, I don't care," Aaron said. "Personally, it couldn't happen to a nicer guy."
"Excuse me, Captain."
Aaron turned to face an older man dressed rather casually in a flight jacket and gear. "Yes?"
The older man thrusted out his hand. "I'm Peter Smithson, AP news. I was told I might be able to hitch a ride with you today. I liked to witness firsthand what I have been reporting perhaps get a good story too."
"Don't see why not. I think we can find room for you. I'll tell Sgt. Rousseau to hook you up."
Today's mission was to Hamburg to bomb the Harburg oil refinery. It wasn't their first trip to this site, as after they destroyed it, the Nazis would rebuild it. The weather was clear with very little cloud cover. It meant they could visual drop as the target would be clear. Unfortunately it also meant a clear target for the fighters and the flak gunners.
The German fighters were becoming more aggressive, more desperate in pressing home their attacks. Though none of his crew had seen it, Aaron was told that on at least two missions pilots had deliberately rammed some bombers.
And the flak seemed to be getting more accurate. On the last mission, one shell passed completely through the port wing. It didn't explode and luckily missed all vital connections. Other one exploded nearby and fragments cut into the mid-section. Most hit behind the waist gunners so even though it looked like a sieve, no one was hit.
That was part of their luck and even other crews talked about. So far not one crewman had been hit and "Tantalizing Take-off" had suffered only light damage. With Army Air Force extending the number the missions needed to go home, it seemed to be only a matter of time before their luck was up. Aaron had an awful feeling that it might be today.
So far the flight had been uneventful. Aaron and Bill talked about how easy it had been so far. Even the reporter seemed disappointed. Aaron let Bill take over the controls. Archer had been the co-pilot since they arrived in England and he acted as if that was all he wanted to be. When asked, he said he was happy where he was and he didn't want any more responsibility. Aaron gave him more and Archer took it but it seemed when someone else pushed it on him, he refused.
Of all the people on the base, Archer was Aaron's closest friend. It was Archer who set him up with Bridget with the idea they could double date since his girl and her were good friends. That didn't work out mainly because of Aaron but it didn't hurt their friendship. Bill understood and never pushed the issue. Archer had met Vicki on various occasions and could see for himself why Aaron decided the way he did.
The run into the target was uneventful but the flak seemed much heavier than the last time. The fighters were thick and getting thicker. The escort fighters had their hands full but so far they were being successful. Maybe Aaron was wrong about his feelings and their luck hadn't changed. They dropped their payload, turned and headed for home.
Vicki was cleaning up the flower shop and whistling a catchy tune. She couldn't remember where she heard it but now she couldn't get it out of her head. At least it seemed to make the work easier. Not that it matter as business had slowed and wouldn't pick up until the holidays. Still, it kept her busy.
Ever since she returned from the trip to London with Aaron, she was much more cheerful. She smiled more. The glow was back in her face and she had let her hair down which gave a softer look to her. She knew why she felt this way. She was in love, a deep, complete love. It was a love she always wanted and dreamed of.
In the days after London, she tried to act like the old Vicki, the one that returned to Duckworth after Robin's death and retreated inside herself. She began to rationalize her relationship with Aaron. She was too old for him; he too young for her. When the war ended, he would return to America and leave her here. She was lonely and this was just a reaction to that. She was acting like a silly young schoolgirl, not a mature woman. It was just sexual; there were no real feelings. For every logical argument she came up with, Vicki returned to the same conclusion.
She touched the ring and twirled it around her finger. There was no way around it; she was madly, deeply, in love with Aaron. It didn't make sense and she finally realized that love didn't make sense. Something, maybe fate, had them meet. Her life with Robin had been as if it was planned. There were certain steps they had to take which led to the next one.
It was so different with Aaron. There were no plans, nothing saying this is the way it should go. All she knew was when he was with her, she couldn't be happier. No matter what they were doing, it felt so right. When he wasn't there, she counted the minutes until he came again. But every day she felt happy, cheerful, and alive just knowing he loved her.
"My, someone is in a chipper mood today," Vicki's mother said entering the store through the back. "Must be it's the good weather."
"Oh, Mother, you know it isn't the weather," Vicki laughed.
"Yes, dear." Mother knew the answer and she was almost as happy as her daughter. It had been too long since she had seen Vicki act this way.
Vicki moved behind the counter and picked up a small clay pot. Suddenly she staggered, dropped the pot, and clutched the counter. She swayed, almost losing her balance.
"What is it, child?" Her mother moved quickly to her side.
Vicki was pale and clammy. She felt unsteady on feet. "Just a moment, mother. I'll be alright."
Her mother slid the stool behind her. "Here, sit. I'll get some water."
She returned with a glass. "What was it? You frightened me."
"I don't know." Vicki said slowly. "Suddenly this terrible feeling came over me. I can't explain it. It was worst than when you say someone walked on your grave and you get that feeling. It was awful. What could it have been?"
"I don't know, Victoria but its all right now," Mother said. "Don't worry."
Wham! There was huge explosion off the port side of the plane. The cockpit filled with black smoke and the smell of cordite. "Tantalizing Takeoff" seemed to leap in the air, ripping the controls from Aaron's hands. The plane trembled as he fought to gain control.
The intercom crackled with voices, all talking over each other.
"Quiet!" Aaron said. "Let's calm down and report." It was obvious from the feel something was badly wrong.
"Captain," Rousseau said from the top turret, "Look at the port engine #2."
Aaron turned and looked. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" he whispered.
The flak blast had torn the cowling almost completely off and knock the engine off its mount. Oil and gasoline were streaming from it. Why it wasn't on fire was a miracle. It didn't mean it wouldn't.
"Billy, cut the fuel to #2. Then switch it off. We can't feather it." Aaron spoke as calmly as he could. Archer stared out the window at the damage. "Billy," Aaron said a little louder. "Do it now."
The cockpit was still in smoke but it was clearing. Aaron could see out the front now. A large piece of sheet metal was bent up, partially blocking the windshield.
"Captain, this is Wilson."
"Go ahead. What do you have?
Sgt. Max Wilson was the radio operator. He was knocked from his seat by the explosion but upon recovering he took an oxygen bottle and crawled forward. What he found stunned him.
"Sir, there's big hole in the port side. Must be 3, 4 feet big. Things are all tore up here."
"Anyone hit?"
"Yes, sir," Wilson was just 19 but he was growing up fast. "Lt. Gilles is hit real bad. I don't know if he gonna make it. Lt. Martini is bad off too. That reporter guy is here with me. He looks OK. A little groggy, that's all."
"See what you can do. I'm counting on you."
Rousseau came down from his turret. "Its bad, Captain. Without that engine and the drag of it and the hole, we'll never be able to stay in the formation. There are lots of fighters out there." He shook his head.
"Well, Sergeant," Aaron patting Archer on the thigh. "Lets see if we have any luck left?"
His question was answered in the next 5 minutes.
The enemy knew a cripple when they saw one and they swarmed to the attack.
"2 bandits, 2 o'clock."
"2 more, 6 low"
Aaron could feel the plane quake as the fighters scored hit after hit but the old girl took it. He tried to take evasive action to help the gunners but the plane responded slowly.
More fighters came on. Suddenly Rousseau shouted, "FW, 12 o'clock high!" His guns opened up.
The cockpit seemed to come alive with sparks and pieces of flying glass and metal. Aaron felt something white-hot tear into the outside of his thigh. He yelled out.
As suddenly as it happened, it was quiet. The pain in Aaron's thigh was overwhelming. He felt he might pass out. "Billy, I'm hit. Take over." There was no response. Aaron turned.
Archer had his hands clutching his throat. He made no sound except a strange gurgling noise. His eyes were open wide. He seemed to questioning what going on. The blood was seeping between his fingers.
Aaron forgot his pain as a shot of adrenline went through him. He pressed his hand against Archer's throat. He forgot about his leg and put his other hand on the controls. "Hang in there. I'll get you home."
For the next hour, Aaron fought his own private battle amid the battle that was swirling around him. He fought to keep control of the big plane with one hand while he continued to press his other against his friend's gaping wound. He had removed his glove to better assist him and he could feel the warm blood oozing between his fingers. "Hang in there, Billy. Stay with me."
Around him, the gunners fired their weapons as the fighters bored in on them. They had lost the formation and were just a sitting duck.
The attack seemed to go on and on, but it ended abruptly when 2 P-51s came up on either side and scared the enemy off. They provided escort all the way to the English Channel. With a friendly waggle they departed.
The crew that was unhurt helped out with the wounded. Gilles and Martini were moved to the small space near the radio room. The reporter Smithson, came into the cockpit to check on Williams and Archer. He was horrified at what he found. The control panel was in a shambles and blood seemed to be everywhere. Aaron's hand was still clutching Archer's throat as he flew one handed. Smithson removed Aaron's hand and pressed on Archer. "I got him, Captain," as he removed the injured co-pilot from his seat. "You ok?"
Aaron nodded his head. "Take care of him."
Aaron brought the plane down to an altitude low enough so they wouldn't need to be on oxygen. A piece of their luck still held. The reporter, Smithson, was a medic in the First World War and was doing all he could to help.
Rousseau made his way into the cockpit. The instruments were all shot up and it was difficult to read what was going on. One thing was obvious. Engine #1 was going to quit real soon. He wasn't sure if it was lack of gas or damage.
"You all right, Captain?"
"Never felt better, Sgt." How could he tell him that he was hanging by a thread but he had a job to do. He had to get these boys home. The pain seemed to be less and he hoped that was a good sign. What did Coach Grayson say? 'Pain is weakness leaving the body.'
"Captain, we need to start lighting the load if we are going to make it. Throwing things overboard."
"OK, let's do it."
The men began to throw everything out. Guns, charts, oxygen bottles, any thing that wasn't bolted down. Wilson started to throw the rubber dinghy out the window.
"Don't do that. We may need it," Smithson said.
"I don't think so." He held it up to show him. It was shot to shreds.
Losing the weight was enough to do the trick. That and the fact #1 held on. As the big plane rolled a stop, the men hugged each other and quickly moved to get those seriously hurt off the plane. Pete Smithson climbed to the cockpit. He wanted to thank the young man who got them back. What a story he would have.
He saw Aaron slumped over the controls. Smithson put his hand on Aaron's shoulder. "Son, I just want to..." His voice trailed off. He pulled him back. Aaron was barely breathing and deathly pale.
Smithson yelled out the window, "Quick, get a medic up here!"
Sgt. Rousseau didn't want to do this but he knew he had to. The Army wouldn't do it. It wasn't their policy. Only next of kin would get the notice. No one else. So he decided he would do it. He knew this wouldn't be easy so he dressed in best uniform and headed out.
He didn't have a plan of what to say or in what order he would see the three ladies. The flower shop was the closest so it was the first stop.
As he entered the shop, the bell rang above the door. Vicki looked up from the stool where she was reading a magazine. "Sgt. Rousseau, isn't it?"
"Yes ma'am," he said. He removed his hat and twisted it in his hand.
She looked at him. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No, ma'am," He shuffled his feet. "It's about Captain Williams."
Vicki dropped the magazine and grabbed the counter. She turned white.
"No, it ain't that," Rousseau rushed to her side. "But he has been wounded. Docs say he'll be all right but it will be a while. I just thought you should know."
Vicki pulled herself together. "Please tell me."
The sergeant awkwardly backed up. "Sorry, ma'am. We got hit by flak just after our bomb run. Then we got hit by fighters. That's when the Captain got it. He was hit in the leg. Lt. Archer got hit then too. The Captain never told anyone he got hit and no one knew until we got back."
"Really?"
The Sergeant continued. "Yes, he flew the plane one handed and never told no one. A news reporter who flew with us found him slumped over the controls after we landed. He saved us because no one else could have flown that bird."
Vicki listened but it seemed like a bad dream. "Where is he now?"
"I think he is still in the base hospital but they may be moving him to larger one. I don't know. I'm only a sergeant."
She smiled. "Thank you, Sgt. Rousseau, for telling me."
"It's the least I could do. The men know how he feels about you. If I find out more you'll be the first to know."
She sat down on the stool as Rousseau left the shop. She looked around the shop. She didn't know what to do. She stood up then sat back down. Suddenly she did something she didn't do when she found out Robin was dead, she cried. | literotica |
Title: Character Profile: Rabbit by Madam Poodle
Tags: Character Profile, Rabbit
Character ProfileName: RabbitAge: 18Gender: FemaleHeight/Weight: 5' 8" @ 124 lbs.Species: RabbitDate of Birth: November 8, 2179Residence: An estate in an ornate town somewhereOverview:Rabbit is one of the true daughters of a rich family of 10, in an estate owned by her father. Living in a socially high, and wealthy family, Rabbit: being one of the family's true daughters is often treated like a bit of princess. Despite her treatment, Rabbit seems to be less than spoiled compared to other members of the family... as well as members of other rich families. Rabbit is considered the "sweetheart" of her family, given this is part of a social paradigm of giving members of Rabbit's family titles.Going along, Rabbit appears as a white, floppy-eared rabbit with blue eyes having a counter-clockwise-rotating seal pattern in the left eye, and black ears.She has matching-colored hair to her fur; her hair is about eye-length around the front, but the back extends to then mid-back region, and is tied up by a couple of beads midway down. Strangely, her body is covered in black markings from her torso down to her forelegs, though they aren't seen because of her clothing. On the note, her clothing consists mainly of a blue formal ball gown-like dress that features short, puffed sleeves that narrowly cover the shoulders; and a skirt that drops to around the ankles. She wears thin, white leather gloves on both hands, extending just slightly past the wrists. Her foot wear consists of small, formal, slightly heeled slippers, and she wears very long, covering undergarments. She often carries around a large, wood oar, tapered to a hook-and-belt system around her upper waist.Rabbit, despite the look often acts on kindness and fond feeling in general. Her outlook is often positive on most things, and often talks with enthusiasm when in conversation. She'll likely not use vulgar language or connotations to express herself, opting for more formal, and brighter forms of speech. Despite this, she usually doesn't mind if other do indeed use these speech habits and devises. In terms of conflicts, she tends to be very passive, looking to resolve rather than start; however, she too can have her moments. In the presence of imminent danger or peril, the Rabbit Spirit sealed inside of her will often take some control of her. During this period, her eye/s will glow blue, and her personality gets to be nothing but serious and concentrated with a bit of reserve. During this state, she often talks in a double-voice, and radiates a blueish-white aura. The seal pattern in the left eye will also switch to both eyes, rotating counterwise from one another.History:When Rabbit was quite young, she was playing outside with the other children when she was met with by the Rabbit Spirit. None of the other kids knew, but when she was interacting with it, she ended upletting it seal itself inside her body. It has been with her ever since, and only but her father, mother, and little sister Harriet know about her markings and what they mean. She thinks of it as something like a spiritual guardian of sorts; it always seemed to keep her out of danger.One day many years later, when her father was off to attend a business trip in the "floating metropolis in the sky" (Takama-chi), she decided to accompany him. Since not other children showed any interest, it was just Rabbit and her father alone as they went there. She was left to her own devises whilst there should her father be away on one of his meetings. One of these times, she ran across and became quick friends with a boy: the boy, Tanuki Take'ich. However, after what would seem like a normal night, Rabbit felt it ominous about the air that night. When the Rabbit Spirit inside of her warned from from doing so, she'd not head him this time, and wander off to find Tanuki. Before being forced unconscious by the Rabbit Spirit itself, Tanuki later found Rabbit... something clearly not the same about him. As the Rabbit Spirit predicted... Tanuki was the holder of the opposing Tanuki spirit, to which he sat under its influence much the same as Rabbit's case now.That night, no words were spoken between the two, and only a deadly, destructive bout ensued between the two parties...Rabbit turned up unscaved after the incident: the Rabbit Spirit fled at the last moment before dawn. With what appeared to be an overnight carnage... as both Rabbit add her Spirit had foreseen. She was compelled away from finding Tanuki (by the Rabbit Spirit's advice), instead to search for her father. She'd later find him, alive, but injured inside a hospital; He'd been hurt a good jar by the preceding night. Having to stay in the hospital for a long time, he'd arrange Rabbit to get home safely, but alone. She'd notice on her way out various officers of law looking around with weapons in their hands, and various flyers with Tanuki's face on them... she felt bad for him. Returning home alone, she'd spent four months in the confines of her estate before father finally returned home. For the next 2 years, she dreamed now of going out about the outside world, and to travel the river for new sights and to see more of mother nature. After this two years, she set out finally for her dream, bidding her family goodbye. Taking but an oar, survival supplies, a wood boat, and of course money, she set off down the river, rowing her boat away...Weapon: Boat Oar Weapon Type: Non-WeaponryDiscipline: NoneBattle and Abilities:Despite her rather proper, spoiled look, Rabbit can actually hold her own in an altercation or light bout. However, it is then said that she may not be the brightest of shining stars in this area. Having no formal training or discipline, she's totally reliant of what pretty much comenaturally. She thinks smart, but her attack suffers from her lacks.Because of this, resorts she may often turn to may include are using "dirty/cheap" tactics, and calculating obvious weak points, should her attacker have any. She may often be found to use slapping, subtle, harmless strikes; and resorting to using her boat oar as a meleé weapon. Her striking sometimes may incorporate traits from traditional dance movements or select actions not associated in battle. Perhaps her most potent move is using her "Iron Slap" technique. In essence... it's just an ungodly powerful slap; It doesn't actually involve any metal of any sort. It's said that she has such power behind her slap, that she can 'Send people to high-heaven, where they can see cows jumping over the moon." While this is a pretty big exaggeration, her slap does possess rather head-turning, hard-knocking power... literally. However, it's not often she uses a strike of this power stature, as it can have heavy strain on her arms.However, in battle this just about does it for Rabbit. With her arsenal, offense, and even her defenses lacking, it's not hard at all to win a scuffle against Rabbit. However, be aware of when she's watching; she's like an encyclopedia, and will trap every single detail she finds in that head of hers. | FSE |
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